Journey to the West: I Am Entertaining in the Great Tang

The Legend of Wukong and Zhu Xian are completely on fire!

With an unstoppable force, rising like a comet, and a mess of fire, Chang'an City, the streets and alleys, are full of dialogues between Wukong Biography and Zhu Xian.

It was as if, overnight, if you didn't know these two books, you would have left the era.

Tang Wenxuefang, this is Chang'an City, the largest bookstore, and the place where Qin Hao once came here to sell Wukong's biography. At this time, there was a bleak cloud in Tang Wenxuefang.

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

"Treasurer, do you have a biography of Wukong?"

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

"No!"

The fat shopkeeper who had rejected Qin Hao and even despised him with a sullen face and waved his hand impatiently. I don't know how many times people have come to ask.

"Then, what about Zhu Xian?"

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

"nor!"

When the fat shopkeeper answered this sentence, he felt so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Bah! There are none of these two books. What bookstore do you open? Close the door as soon as possible!"

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

Fat shopkeeper: "..."

Blame me?

Who knows that this book, which is so rebellious and disrespectful to ghosts and gods, is actually so popular?

"The shopkeeper, I remember, there was a young man who came to sell this book..."

At this time, Xiao Er from the shop cautiously reminded him.

"I know!"

The fat shopkeeper's face seemed to have eaten a child to death.

"Treasurer, or we..."

There was a glint in Xiaoer's eyes. In this era, there is no copyright, and copy is copied, no one cares at all!

"Do you want to die? That's a book written by an immortal. Do you dare to have this idea?"

The fat shopkeeper glanced at him, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, since this is a fairy book, then the person he overthrew...

Foggy grass!

......

At this time, the major bookstores are all sad and bleak. If it is the popular books of the past, it is guaranteed that they will be all over the capital in less than a day. However, the biography of Wukong and Zhuxian are different. This is a book from a fairy. Who dares to copy?

What a fate?

As a result, Qin Hao's Xiaopo Bookstore was broken through the threshold, and the guests kept coming.

Not to say how good these two books are, but what era is this? Tang Dynasty! Human thoughts are imprisoned. In the past, most of the legendary stories were men and women, love, love, and disputes between the rivers and lakes, heroes and knights, where are the wonderful stories of Wukong and Zhuxian?

......

Lingshan!

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

Avalokitesvara is high on a lotus platform, and the eyes are slightly closed.

"Avalokitesvara, please say!"

The Tiger Arhat is at a loss, how can the four great bodhisattvas look for themselves alone?

"A mortal Qin Hao arrogantly killed this disciple, and even wrote books that insulted my Buddhism. He was bold enough to take down 18 hells!"

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

Fuhu Arhat: "..."

His eyes flashed slightly, his face expressionless, but he cursed in his heart, do you think I'm a fool?

Even the Buddha's projection can't help but let himself go to death?

Moreover, that is the person protected by the saint, can there be any good results from his own action?

"He can't stay in the bookstore all his life!"

"The disciple understands!"

......

Thousands of miles away from Chang'an city, there is a small bridge and flowing water here, and a golden fish jumps out from the small river from time to time, the clouds and mist drifting around like a fairyland on earth, and between the clouds and mist, a small pavilion is faintly visible, with a beautiful and pleasant piano sound It came out within walking.

It seems that as long as you close your eyes and empty your mind, you will be in a fairyland.

"Brother!"

At this time, outside the small pavilion, the clouds and mist fluctuated, and a girl's voice came out. This voice was as beautiful as a stream of clear spring, refreshing, and as crisp as a peking antelope.

I saw that a woman wearing Luo Xiu's long dress, like a fairy descending on 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 is regrettable.

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

"Brother, I heard that something interesting happened in Datang, shall we go see it?"

The woman's beautiful eyes blinked gently, and her long eyelashes seemed to be dancing butterflies, pleasing to the eye.

"Um... alright!"

The young man hesitated and 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 the Buddha came to him, which was too dangerous.

However, when she saw the pitiful and pleading look of the woman, she couldn't bear to refuse.