Journey to the West: I am engaged in entertainment in Datang

Wukong Chuan and Zhu Xian are completely on fire! With an unstoppable momentum, they rise like a comet, and the fire is a mess, Chang'an City, the streets and alleys, are full of dialogues between Wukong Chuan and

Zhu Xian.

It's as if overnight, if you don't know these two books, you're out of date.

Tang Book Workshop, this is Chang'an City, the largest bookstore, and it is also the place where Qin Hao once came here to sell Wukong Chuan, at this time, the Tang Book Shop was gloomy.

Because, in this short overnight, those two books have had an impact on all bookstores.

"Shopkeeper, do you have a legend of Wukong here?"

At this time, a scholar came in from outside the door.

"No!" The

fat shopkeeper who had rejected Qin Hao and even despised had a grim face, and waved his hand impatiently, this is not known how many times someone has come to ask.

"Then, what about Zhu Xian?" the

scholar's face changed slightly, and he asked again.

"No!" the

fat shopkeeper felt so painful that he couldn't breathe when he replied to this sentence.

"Phew, you don't have these two books, what kind of bookstore do you still open?" the

scholar glanced at the fat shopkeeper with disdain, turned around and left with disdain.

Fat shopkeeper: "

......" blame me

? Who would know that this book that is so rebellious and disrespectful to ghosts and gods will become so popular?

"Shopkeeper, I remember that there was once a young man who came to sell this book, ......"

At this time, the shopkeeper cautiously reminded him.

"I know!" said

the fat shopkeeper's face as if he had eaten a dead child.

"Shopkeeper, or we

......" A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the shopkeeper, in this era, there is no copyright, and no one cares about it!

"Do you want to find death? That's a book written by an immortal, do you dare to have this idea?"

The fat shopkeeper glanced at it, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, since this is the book of the immortals, the person he once pushed down was ......

Fog grass!

......

At this time, the major bookstores are gloomy, if it is a popular book in the past, it is guaranteed that it will be all over the capital in less than a day, but Wukong Biography is different from Zhu Xian, this is a book of immortals, who dares to copy it?

Don't die? This also leads to Qin Hao's

small broken bookstore being stepped on the threshold, and there is an endless stream of guests.

It's not that these two books are good, but what era is here? The Tang Dynasty! Human minds are imprisoned, and most of the previous legends are men and women, love and love, and then there are rivers and lakes disputes, heroes and heroes, where is the legend of Wukong and Zhuxian wonderful?

......

Lingshan!

"Amitabha, Fuhu Arhat, this seat needs you to do something!"

Guanyin is on a lotus platform, and his eyes are slightly closed.

"Master Guanyin, please speak

!" Fuhu Arhat is at a loss, usually the four great bodhisattvas are high, how can they find themselves alone?"

"The mortal Qin Hao was arrogant, killed his disciples, and even wrote a book insulting my Buddhism, he was bold, and he should have fallen to the eighteen layers of hell!"

Guanyin's eyes opened slightly, and the Buddha's light flickered.

Fuhu Arhat: "......

" His eyes flickered slightly, his face was expressionless, but he secretly cursed in his heart, are you a fool to me

? I can't even do a projection of the Buddha, and I actually let myself go to death

? Moreover, that is the person protected by the sage, can there be any good results if he makes his own move?

"He can't stay in the bookstore for the rest of his life!"

"The disciple understands!".

......

Thousands of miles away from Chang'an City, the small bridge here flows water, from time to time from the small river jumps out of a golden fish, the clouds and mist float around as if the world is wonderland, and between the clouds and mist, a small pavilion can be faintly seen, and the beautiful and pleasant sound of the piano comes out inside.

It's as if as long as you close your eyes and empty your mind, you will be in a fairyland.

"Senior brother!"

At this time, outside the small pavilion, the clouds and mist fluctuated, and a girl's voice came out, which was as wonderful as a trickling spring, refreshing, and like a pechoin bird.

I saw that a woman wearing a long skirt with Luo sleeves, like a fairy descending to the mortal earth, slowly walked into the small pavilion.

"Little junior sister, why are you here?"

In the small pavilion, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, which was regrettable.

A gentle voice came out slowly, and I saw that a handsome young man in a robe walked out with a smile, looking at the woman's eyes, full of doting.

"Senior brother, I heard that something interesting happened in Datang, let's go take a look?"

The woman's beautiful eyes blinked slightly, and her long eyelashes seemed to be flying butterflies, which were pleasing to the eye.

"Hmm...... Alright!" the

young man hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

He actually didn't want to go, because the Tang Dynasty was already in chaos, first someone from Buddhism died there, and then there was a Buddha in person, which was too dangerous.

However, when he saw the woman's pitiful and pleading appearance, he couldn't bear to refuse.