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- Chapter 30: Where did the African black man come from
After entering the room, Wukong saw at first sight a monk sitting cross-legged on a futon in the middle of the room. There was nothing he could do about it. Master Jiumozhi was so unique and eye-catching that Wukong believed that no matter who he was sitting on, Anywhere, I believe it will be as dazzling as fireflies in the dark night, well, except in the real dark night!
But now it¡¯s time for the lights in the room to be bright, so Wukong, Huikong and HP were all deeply shocked when they saw Master Jiumozhi!
Wukong reached out his hand and rubbed his eyes. He felt that he couldn't believe what he saw!
Unlike the Tubo master Jiumozhi in the middle of the Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragons, who is full of energy and is so bright and beautiful, the master Jiumozhi of the Qiling Temple in front of him turns out to be a real person. Replaced by African black man!
Yes, this Master Jiumozhi has a dark complexion, which is like ebony to use the adjective in the novel, and he also holds a string of black rosary beads in his hand. Well, to be honest, Wukong feels that these rosary beads are darker than his skin. A little whiter! The most exaggerated thing is that this eminent monk, Master Jiumozhi, is not bald. He still has bunches of curly hair on his head!
I¡¯ll wipe it! The big curly hair on your head is a miracle. Do you think that if you have curly hair, you will be a Buddha? Don¡¯t even think about it, who has seen a black-skinned Buddha these days?
"Excuse me, who is the new temple master of our sect, Monk Wukong?"
Just when Wukong and the three of them were in a daze, they saw the old African black dove master Moci showing a kind smile, "The old monk once heard that the new temple master, Monk Wukong, is a genius. In my previous life, I was known as the Little Divine Monk in the Huangmei area, so I rushed back to greet you!"
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: Watching an African old black man greet you with proficient Chinese and can also use various idioms, for Wukong, it is really against the norm!
As a black African uncle, shouldn't you say something like wowaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. How can it be so embarrassing for a time-traveler who is so awesome and has no explanation!
"Excuse me, master, are you the great monk Jiu Moci, the superintendent of Qiling Temple?" Just when Wukong was struggling, Huikong had already started acting seriously, "Poor monkah!"
Before Huikong finished speaking, he saw HP standing next to Huikong lift his foot and put it on his toes!
"I'm talking about this black monk" Wukong looked at Jiumozhi with a look like he was looking at a gorilla in the zoo, "You are really just like a kiln burner, a coal builder, you must be here. You make a living by brushing charcoal, why are you so black"
"How brave are you!" Fa Hai, who was following him, suddenly jumped out, "You are so rude to my master!"
"Don't talk nonsense," Wukong shouted, "Hurry up and return my cassock"
"Kasaya? What cassock!" After hearing Wukong's words, not to mention Fa Hai and Jiumo Ci, even Huikong and HP standing next to Wukong were a little confused. What kind of line is this? Why is it different from what was just discussed? Woolen cloth?
"Oh, by the way, Tang Monk is now going to Southeast Asia with his cassock!" Wukong showed an expression of sudden realization, "I'm sorry, I'm too deep into the drama! But I said that this Master Jiumozhi, you want to play the black man As for King Feng, you really don¡¯t need to put on makeup! How about it, are you interested in developing into the entertainment industry?"
No matter how awesome the old African black dove monk is, he has no power to resist Wukong's god-like expansion and can only smile awkwardly! "The old monk doesn't know who the Black Wind King is. Could it be that this person looks very similar to the old monk?"
"Well, the specific appearance is different!" Wukong touched his chin with his hand, "If there is no difference, then your life is really over, Black Monk, but looking at you, it is true that you should be as dark as him! "
"The old monk is done with what he said?" The old African black dove Moci nodded thoughtfully, "Could it be Confucius and Yang Hu? Could it be that this Black Wind King is one of the wanted mountain bandits and water bandits? Class?"
????????????????????????????????? It seems that the monsters in Journey to the West are all the kind that dominate the mountain. To say that they are bandits is not an exaggeration!
"Absolutely!" Wukong answered vaguely. "But it is said that he later changed his career to look after people's homes!"
"Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately shows that this Black Wind King is still very wise!" Jiumozhi said seriously!
Yes, that bear is indeed very wise. If he didn¡¯t have wisdom, he would probably be like Sister Guanyin.?I don¡¯t like him anymore. What is the title of which book? By the way, the bear in Sister Guanyin¡¯s house! That's right, it's this, um, this forbidden love between gods and beasts, it's very tasty!
But speaking of Sister Guanyin, it seems that the current Guanyin is not a sister. From what I discovered after working undercover in the monk temple for so many years, the current Guanyin is definitely still the older brother with a mustache! Well, brother, the bear in Brother Guanyin¡¯s house, well, hahahaha, this idea is really evil!
Jiumozhi suddenly realized that he couldn¡¯t seem to understand the nonsense of the little monk in front of him at all, and he didn¡¯t even understand the meaning of these words he said!
But one thing Master Jiumozhi is sure of is that what this little monk said must have other meanings. This can be seen from the fact that he is thinking about something while talking to himself! And he seems to be smiling now, but why doesn't this smile look like he is thinking of something good?
¡°Could it be that the Zen sect sent this young monk to Yangzhou just for me?
"I dare to ask you two young masters, which one of you is the master of the temple, Monk Wukong?" Jiumozhi saw Wukong not saying a word, with an evil smile, and standing there looking like he was in a daze, so he asked again !
After hearing this sentence, Huikong and HP, who were standing aside, were about to burst into tears. It was not easy. After talking for so long, the lines finally came back!
"Xiao Na" Huikong began to continue his performance. Of course, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by HP's kicking skill. Then he saw HP pointing his finger at Wukong, "Go back to the great monk, This little master is Master Daoxin¡¯s direct disciple Wukong!¡±
"Yeah, yes, that's right!" Huikong also looked like he had reacted, pointing at Wukong, "He is Wukong, my name is Huikong, little one, and this is my senior brother "
"Uncle!" HP replied calmly.
"Yes, it's my uncle Xiaoji, his name is HP!" Huikong quickly continued!
"Puhui!" HP continued to correct in a calm tone!
"That's right, Puhui, Puhui" Huikong made an unaccustomed look and pointed at HP to introduce Jiumoci, "This is my uncle, Monk Puhui!"
After Huikong finished all the introductions, African Black Master Jiu Moci calmly put his hands together and bowed slightly. "Everyone, the old monk is polite!"
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Then, well, there was nothing more. Master Jiu Moci, who put his hands together and lowered his head, waited for almost half a minute, but did not wait for the natural words, "We return the favor!"
Then Master Jiu Moci looked up and saw the face of Monk Wukong standing in the front with a smirk! There is also the remaining little monk Huikong who is secretly kicking Wukong from below, but it seems that there is no reaction!
After seeing himself looking up, he saw the little monk Huikong smiling awkwardly at him, and then said to the big monk next to him, who didn't know his name was HP or Puhui, "Uncle, please give me some wisdom" Uncle Wukong!"
??????????? Then Jiumozhi saw the great monk extending his foot unceremoniously and giving the new temple master, Monk Wukong, a slap on his butt! After a bang, he saw the little monk Wukong being sent to the place in front of him by this kick.
Before Master Jiumozhi could react to this serious offense, he saw the little monk who had been kicked, Wukong, swiped his hands and danced the Zen staff in the air in a fancy way. , "No, someone is attacking me. Protect my seventh uncle!"
Before Master Jiumozhi could understand what this so-called Seventh Uncle was, he saw a black thing suddenly appear in front of his eyes, and then he felt a shock on his face, and then his whole body couldn't help but He fell backwards, and after he fell to the ground, he felt a burst of pain coming from his face!
??????? Sap! The thief skill uses a stick-like object to hit the target on the head. While causing damage, it will also cause the target to become dizzy!
"Ah!" Fa Hai, who was standing aside, screamed when he saw that Jiumo Ci was kicked by Wukong, and then he was at a loss. When he was waving randomly, he was swung in the face by a Zen staff and fell to the ground directly. He shouted and rushed forward, "Master, how are you, Master?"
Although he shouted very sincerely, to be honest, well, when the eminent monk Jiumozhi is feeling dizzy, weak in limbs, and bleeding from the nose, he doesn't even bother to answer his words!
"You damn little bald donkey!" Monk Fahai turned his head and looked at you with a pair of angry eyes.??Wukong, "Look what you have done?"
"What did I do?" Wukong's eyes showed a blank look, "What? Well, Xiaoya, where am I? Ah! I have lost my memory and can't remember anything!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Fahai almost couldn't help but want to go up and punch this bumbling little monk in the face, "You just injured my master"
"Look" Wukong suddenly pointed his hand behind Fahai and said in a tone of extreme surprise, "There is a handgun!"
Monk Fa Hai, who had never experienced this kind of deception, turned his head involuntarily and glanced behind him. Well, there was nothing on the wall, nothing on the ground, nothing on the roof Wait, what is that bastard little monk doing?
Just when Monk Fahai turned his head in the direction of Wukong and the others again, he was surprised to find that just as he turned his head, the shameless little monk had already stood back to his original position seriously, and he was holding the palm in his hand. I don¡¯t know where the meditation room inside has gone.
Just when he turned to look over, the shameless little monk actually tilted his head slightly and made a very concerned gesture, "I'm saying, Fahai, what happened to Master Jiumozhi? He fell down for no reason. Got it!"
At this moment, the great monk Fahai truly knelt down to the shameless little monk in front of him!
How thick-skinned do you need to be able to say things like why you fell down for no reason in front of the person you knocked down without changing your face!
You just fell down for no reason, your whole family fell down for no reason!
"Let's do this. I know a little bit about medical skills, so let me help you find out what happened to this African old blackmaster!" Wukong put a professional smile on his face, and then walked away. Come up.
"Go away!" Fa Hai replied without hesitation, "You don't have to pretend to be a good person like a shameless little bald ass!"
"You dare to scold me?" Wukong stopped and looked at Fahai seriously.
"Little bald donkey, what if I scold you, Lord Buddha?" Fahai stared at Wukong fiercely, "Lord Buddha, I still want to hit you!"
"It doesn't matter!" Wukong waved his hand, with a professional smile on his face again, "Although you scolded me, I'm not angry, because I've always been called a little man who uses virtue to fool people, and in the end, I'm not angry. This is beyond the reach of meekness and humility!"
Are you gentle and courteous? Fa Hai really felt that when he saw this little bald donkey, he would be so angry. If you were gentle and courteous, there would be no bad people in this world!
At this moment, after hearing Master Jiu Moci shaking his head on the ground, he seemed to wake up from the sap coming from Wukong! "Ijustwhere was this place?"
Huh! Isn't this old African man losing his memory?
Before Fahai could speak, he saw Wukong rushing up to Jiumoci with lightning speed and saying, "Xiaoji, on behalf of the people of the earth, I welcome you to the earth, Martian Laohei!"
The old African Master Moci blinked his eyes and looked seriously at Wukong who was approaching him, "Little Master Wukong, what do you mean by this sentence? The old monk didn't understand!"
You¡¯re right if you don¡¯t understand!
"Come on, Master Jiumozhi, please see what time it is?" Wukong raised a finger and shook it at Jiumozhi.
"one!"
"Where's this?" Wukong raised two fingers and shook them!
"two!"
"What about this time?" Wukong stretched out three fingers, and then before Jiumozhi spoke, he replaced it with a whole palm!
"three¡¡"
"It's bad!" Wukong turned his head and said to Fa Hai seriously, "It seems that Master Jiumo Ci can no longer count!"
A murderous look flashed across Jiumozhi's dark face, and then he said to Wukong word for word, "Little Master Wukong, this old monk is very good, and he doesn't know how to count!"
"It's good to know the numbers, it's good to know the numbers!" Wukong said, but his eyes showed a look like comforting a patient, "Master, as long as you pay attention to your cultivation in the future, you will definitely get better. Speaking of numbers in the Tang Dynasty There are too many blind people. Even if the master really becomes numeral blind, there is no shame in it. As monks, it is useless to know numerology"
"The old monk said, I am not illiterate in counting!" Jiumozi struggled to sit up from the ground, "I am not illiterate in counting!"
"Okay, okay, I know you are not, Master!" Wukong then replied, "Definitely not, absolutely not, who said you are blind in numbers? Who am I to worry about?"
With that said, Wukong turned his head and said to Huikong and HP:"You two, you must also remember that Mr. African Master Jiumozhi is definitely not blind in counting, he knows how to count!"
"Yes!" The two people agreed immediately, "We will remember it!"
Jiumozhi almost felt like he was going to spit out a mouthful of blood! If you say this, who would think you are telling the truth?
"Well, Master Jiu Moci!" Wukong continued, "Xiao Na, I think your body is not in good shape now. Otherwise, today you, the superintendent of Qiling Temple, and I, Xiao Na, the new temple master of Qiling Temple, How about we temporarily cancel the bilateral meeting between the masters and the leaders and monks of Qiling Temple?"
Before Master Jiumozhi could speak, Wukong and Huikong bowed neatly, "Since the great monk is ill, I will come back to visit you next time and say goodbye!"
Then, Fa Hai and Jiumo Ci saw Wukong and the others bowing before turning around and walking outside. The shameless little monk Wukong waved his hand as he walked, "Master, there's no need to give it away. There's really no need to give it away." ¡¡±
Before the black monks Jiumozhi and Fahai could react, Wukong and the three of them had already disappeared from the meditation room, followed by a series of rapid footsteps. When the two of them came to their senses, Wukong and the three of them It has long since disappeared without a trace!
"This damn little bald donkey!" Fahai's teeth were itching with hatred. He hurriedly found a cloth from the side. After moistening it with water, he wiped it on Jiumoci's face. "There is no etiquette and no shame. , has no moralsit's really abominable! Master, we can't let him go like this!"
"You are wrong, Fahai!" Jiumozhi remained motionless, letting Fahai wipe the blood on his face and body, "This young monk has been testing the old monk from the beginning!"
"To test you?" Fahai's hand stopped for a moment, "Did he discover something?"
"Of course, if he didn't find out, why would he call the old monk King Black Wind!" A murderous look flashed across Jiumozhi's black face again, "Think about it, King Black Wind, Black Wind Fahai, do you understand?"
"Oh!" Monk Fahai showed a look of sudden enlightenment on his face, "Yes, that's it. Master, you are really wise and wise. You saw through it right away. If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have heard it. So what if he just hit me?" Did you do this on purpose?"
"I guess you want to see if the old monk is good at martial arts!" Jiumozhi said calmly, "If the old monk can dodge the stick in the situation just now, then it will be a sure thing!"
"So, Master, in order to prevent him from finding out, you simply didn't even dodge!" Fa Hai was really in awe of Jiumozhi at this moment, "I didn't expect that in such a short time, Master, you could think of so much. You can still force yourself to sit there and take a stick from that little bald donkey, Master, you are really amazing!"
ps: I promised four updates, but Feng Feng fell asleep in front of the computer while typing. Now I woke up and found that there was still one more update that I had not written. Well, I shamelessly broke my promise again and postponed the two additional updates to tomorrow Well, not tomorrow, I¡¯ll update it today after Feng blows back from get off work!
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