On the couch table.

After trying more than a dozen times but still failing to take off successfully, the Great Sage became angry and began to roll back and forth on the table like drunk.

After a while, he probably used up his strength and was really tired. He spread his two small wings soaked in tea, then spread them left and right, and closed his eyes and barely his dragonfly-like body.

lying flat on the tabletop with a faint smell of wood chips.

Fu Yin looked at Sun Wukong's angry look and chose to make a fuck, and couldn't help but touch him gently with his fingertips.

Feeling that his body was rubbed, Sun Wukong opened his eyes, and in a daze, he seemed to see a pair of smiling eyes.

Although Sun Wukong was soaked in tea, his consciousness was not completely disordered at this moment. He tried hard to recall the reason why he fell into the teacup, and finally found out that the initiator was the smiling master in front of him.

It turns out that Guanyin Bodhisattva has such a side.

When he was awake, Sun Wukong could not confirm that the truth was transformed by Guanyin Master. Now that his thinking became confused, he could confirm it under his instinctive intuition.

He blinked his round eyes, and a half-like carp was dozing off, stumbled close to Fu Yin's fingers, trying to climb from Fu Yin's fingers to Fu Yin's hand.

Fu Yin saw Sun Wukong's intention, so she lowered her palms toward her, waiting for Sun Wukong to climb onto his palm.

However, even though Fu Yin had given Sun Wukong convenience, the Great Sage still slid down when he was halfway through the climb.

The moment it landed on the table, the Great Sage was stunned.

He blinked his eyes again and stared at Fu Yin, which was quite obvious.

Fu Yin couldn't help laughing. The next second, he not only did not take it into the palm of his hand as Sun Wukong's will, but instead took it back.

When making this move, Fu Yin seemed to see Sun Wukong's frown and confused look and fierce look from the dragonfly's small body.

Manjushri and Samantabhadra on the side saw the interactions between Fu Yin and Sun Wukong, and did not disturb him yet.

Their faces always have a smile. Through this incarnation shell of pity and love, deep in their eyes is the kindness, tolerance and compassion of the great bodhisattva, and the comfort, concern and as the relatives of Guanyin.

understand.

After all, it is rare for them to see Guanyin having such funny leisure. Although this time it was to test the Zen mind of the four masters and apprentices, Guanyin was able to relax for a moment during this time, and they were also happy for him from the bottom of their hearts.

Sun Wukong's fiery eyes could only see the Buddha light on the two veners, Manjushri and Samantabhadra, and they could not see their specific identities.

However, Sun Wukong didn't care much about the true identities of the two venerables. He was still like this when he was sober, and his consciousness was confused, so his attention was no longer on the side of the two venerables Manjushri and Samantabhadra.

In comparison, what he cares most is obviously pretending to be the real Fu Yin.

He shook his wings, and with the dizziness of drunken tea, he asked in his original voice: "You are Guanyin Bodhisattva..."

Fu Yin didn't answer him.

So Sun Wukong answered himself: "Yes, right...... It must be...."

Fu Yin still didn't say anything, but just lowered her eyes and looked at him calmly with a smile.

Sun Wukong started to make trouble, and he was determined to get a positive reply from Fu Yin: "You answer me, you answer me!"

Fu Yin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is he acting cute to me?"

"Asting spoiled?" Sun Wukong was stunned, as if he was thinking about the meaning of the word. After reacting, he immediately replied: "Yes, yes, yes."

The Great Sage, who was soaked in tea, was the same as when he was drunk, as if he was a drunk person, the more he would be a mess: "Answer me quickly."

Fu Yin pursed her lips slightly, thought for a while, and said, "Then you have to look at it."

Sun Wukong subconsciously asked, "What do you think of?"

Fu Yin stopped talking, but she smiled gently, and slowly drew a lotus on the smooth table with the tea-like ink and the wooden table as paper.

Lotus is common. Whenever the lotus blooms in June, the elegant fragrance will linger on the pond.

Lotus is not common, only in the purple bamboo forest of the South China Sea can you see the precious lotus sacred flower that symbolizes Guanyin.

At this moment, if it were Sun Wukong in a normal state, he would definitely make the meaning clear when the Fu Yin pointer draws a flower bud.

But now Sun Wukong, whose consciousness is in chaos, is more attracted by the action of painting with fingers than to know his identity through Lotus.

It seemed to be fun. Every inch of Fu Yin's fingertips moved, Sun Wukong used his reduced body to roll one inch along the route of the water mark.

In this way, it was as if Guanyin Bodhisattva had painted something, so he had painted something.

After a complete lotus floated on the table, Sun Wukong also rolled around.

Fu Yin withdrew her hand, and Sun Wukong also stopped at the end of the last stroke of the flower stamen.

After soaking in tea, the red dragonfly's wings changed from the original bright red to the cinnabar-like red. The dragonfly fell on the colorless lotus, as if it was a layer of color, giving the dead agility and vividness.

vitality.

It was getting late, and the last ray of afterglow disappeared in the West Mountains.

Venerable Manjushri and Venerable Samantabhadra lit the lamp together.

The lights swayed, and the warm orange candlelight shone on the lotus and dragonflies on the table, the still lotus and the dragonflies flapping their wings. In the quiet and moving, they seemed to see the scenery in the lotus pond reappeared again.

Perhaps this is also a different kind of lotus appreciation.

Manjushri and Samantabhadra looked at each other and smiled.

Unexpectedly, Sun Wuzi's simple playfulness accidentally formed a beautiful scenery that broke out of the norm.

At this time, a sound of footsteps went from far to near. After a few seconds, the old mother of Lishan, who turned into a woman, gently pushed open the door.

The old mother of Lishan looked at Fu Yin, then looked at the red dragonfly at Fu Yin's hand. With just one look, she could tell that the red dragonfly was disguised by Sun Wukong.

Fu Yin gently stroked the water marks on the table, and then twisted the fingertips with a handkerchief, which were still moist: "Mother, but what about Zhu Bajie?"

Li Shan’s mother smiled and recounted all the words Zhu Bajie said just now.

Finally, she asked, "Daughter, what do you think?"

On the surface, this was asking Fu Yin what he thought of Zhu Bajie's words, but in fact, he was asking Fu Yin how to punish the Bajie who was unchanged in nature.

Although this test of the Zen mind of the four masters and apprentices seems to be led by the mother of Li Shan, who plays a woman, the person who really wants to make a decision is the Fu Yin formed by the team of seeking scriptures in the West.

Fu Yin's eyes fell on Sun Wukong's red wings, and thought of the original storyline, Zhu Bajie's wedding with a red veil and caught people, and he quickly thought about it.

"I'll go and talk to Zhu Bajie in person." He stood up and walked towards the door.

Seeing Fu Yin leaving, Sun Wukong suddenly burst out with amazing speed and balance, like an arrow flying straight to Fu Yin's shoulder. The whole process was like a flowing cloud and flowing without flapping, and no two at once.

Let's do it again.

The old mother of Lishan looked at Fu Yin's back and turned to the two venerables, Manjushri and Samantabhadra: "Let's follow us too."

.............

In the garden.

Zhu Bajie paced back and forth with excitement and trepidation, whispering while slapping his fist at the palm of his hand: "You must speak well and say more sweet words..."

"Oh? Let my little wife hear what sweet words you think of?" Li Shan's mother took Zhu Bajie's mutter.

"Ah!" Zhu Bajie saw Li Shan's mother and shouted shamelessly: "Mom."

Li Shan’s old mother was shocked: “I’ve called it now? My eldest daughter hasn’t agreed yet.”

Zhu Bajie, who was not dead, continued to say shamelessly: "All sooner or later, it's a family."

The Venerable Manjushri dressed as Lian Lian snorted: "Who is a family with you? I'm shameless!"

Zhu Bajie was not bothered. He looked at Fu Yin: "Today is a lucky day. Sister, it's not even possible. Give me a correct word."

Fu Yin heard this, before she could speak, Sun Wukong, who had originally stopped on his shoulder, flew towards Zhu Bajie's face and slapped Zhu Bajie's face with his wings: "As long as you say, you stupid guy."

I still want to eat swan meat, so I deserve to be beaten!" Sun Wukong cursed Zhu Bajie, and the force of the slap was merciless.

The Great Sage originally wanted to bite directly on his mouth, and it would be better to bite the fool's face. However, even though he was not very clear-headed, the Great Sage still stopped his mouth at the last moment. The reason was that he disliked Zhu Bajie.

Make him unable to speak.

Even if you are not conscious, this kind of cognition seems to be engraved in your bones.

Although Sun Wukong is just a little dragonfly now, in just a moment, Zhu Bajie's originally fair face was skewed with red marks of varying depths.

A scorching sting came from the face. Zhu Bajie waved his hand anxiously, trying to slap the annoying Sun Wukong: "Stop and stop hitting senior brother, don't hit you!"

However, due to the suppression of bloodline, even though Sun Wukong is in a little dragonfly state, he still repairs Zhu Bajie clearly.

Zhu Bajie was very annoyed, but he didn't dare to really fight with Sun Wukong.

Fortunately, Fu Yin spoke at this time: "I have a big red veil here. At the moment of Xu, you go to the back room before dinner. If you can catch me when you cover it, this dear will be considered as a success."

Zhu Bajie's eyes lit up: "Take it serious?" He was too lazy to care about Sun Wukong at this moment, and let him slap himself with his wings.

Fu Yin nodded: "Take it seriously."

Zhu Bajie laughed: "Then I'll go and prepare now."

After saying that, he left the backyard happily.

Sun Wukong refused to leave and was about to fly back to Fu Yin's shoulder.

Seeing Sun Wukong's intention, Fu Yin raised his hand gently, and a wisp of fine wind curled Sun Wukong up, blowing out the Great Sage who had not yet reacted, and accidentally hit Zhu Bajie's back.

In this moment, Honglongfly's mind was violently shocked, and the Great Sage's thinking also came to a complete awakening.

Memories were gradually recovered, and Sun Wukong used magic to transform himself back. Thinking of the interaction with Guanyin Bodhisattva, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

He looked at Zhu Bajie, who was humming a small song in front of him, and was married to the sky?

This fool is probably thinking beautifully!

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed and he had an idea in his mind.
Chapter completed!