The Legend Of WuKong: [15.]

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[15.]

She saw the world on the water, a wonderful world. Those creatures called people were walking around on the shore. What were they doing? They wore different clothes and had different expressions, either laughing or sad. She really wanted to know what those people were thinking.

She suddenly had a strong desire to understand a person and find out his heart.

So she swam along the river bank, looking at everyone on the bank.

That’s when she saw him.

Why only pay attention to him? She doesn’t know either.

Because he is handsome? Because he has a distinctive bald head? Yes, because of his eyes.

He was looking at the scenery by the river, and he was looking at everything around him with eyes that were different from those around him.

That kind of look is like…like the sun, warm and pleasant. Whether it is looking at a piece of grass, a willow tree on the river bank, or people rushing on the street, it is like admiring and praising…

“That monk! Why are you staring at this girl’s house? You’re so lustful! I hate it!” a woman shouted.

Monk? His name is monk? Why are they scolding him? Isn’t it good to be looked at by such a pair of gentle eyes? Why are they angry?

The monk was not angry. He smiled and said: “When you come into my eyes, you are like a flower reflecting in the water. You are not a flower. Your color is empty and everything is red dust.”

“Fantasy monk!” People cursed.

Little Bailong really couldn’t figure it out. He looked at the people on the shore. The pig butcher was staring at the picker, and the pig head on the shelf was staring at him. The scholar walked with his head down and sighed. The woman upstairs was there. Flying Eyes: In the restaurant, the customer and the waiter were arguing over a fly in the bowl, and the two heroes over there used knives over who would hit whom first. If they all looked at the world like a monk, they would find that everything is actually ridiculous.

The little white dragon couldn’t wait to swim to the shore and let the monk see him. Will he be surprised at that time? After all, she turned into a rare golden carp. The monk will definitely praise her.

She swam over… but felt a tightness on her body, something wrapped around her, and then with a “swish”, she was lifted out of the water!

“Come and look, everyone, what did I catch? A golden carp! Pure gold!” a boatman shouted.

Little Bailong was ashamed and angry that he was captured by a vulgar creature! It was also exhibited in public! She wanted to change, but without water she lost her powers.

Everyone looked here. Xiao Bailong was so embarrassed that he wanted to close his eyes, only to realize that fish have no eyelids.

She was confused, but she couldn’t help but look at the monk.

How annoying! Everyone was looking here, except him, who was still looking at the river in trance.

“I want to buy it, ten cents!” someone in the crowd shouted.

“This is a rare thing! You may not see one in your lifetime!” said the boatman.

“I’ll pay eleven cents!” Someone raised the price.

“Twelve articles!”

The little white dragon struggled in the net and was so angry that he wanted to bite the net open.

At this time, a voice said: “Uncle Amitabha, you can’t eat that fish…”

“Hey, monk, why are you here to join in the fun?” the boatman said.

Is it him? The little white dragon stopped jumping.

The monk still smiled: “This is not a carp, this is…”

Could it be that he recognized my true identity? Xiao Bailong was a little nervous.

“This is a rare giant salamander!” the monk said.

Little Bailong almost fainted from anger.

“Hahaha! What did you say? It turns out that this monk doesn’t recognize fish.” The boatman laughed.

Everyone also laughed.

“It’s really true!” The monk said with a serious face, “I guarantee it in the name of Buddha. It has four legs and can make baby sounds. If it is false, let Buddha’s head be covered with big bumps. You bring it to me I, let me point it out to you. Right there! There…”

The boatman was dubious: “Is there such a thing?” and handed over the golden carp.

The monk snatched the fish, put it in his arms, turned around and ran away!

“Huh?” The boatman suddenly realized, “Monks are grabbing fish. Come on, there are monks grabbing fish!”

The monk was so fast that he ran out of the city.