Chapter 68: Xuanzang

Journey to the West: Starting by Joining the Chat Group, Main Text Volume, Chapter 68, Xuanzang's Jiaofangsi Excursion, Stepping onto the Starry Sky, "Could that young man Ye Fan be 'barbecue-d' ahead of schedule?"

"If that's the case, wouldn't the plot be mostly ruined?"

Inside Chang'an City, Xuanzang wore a thoughtful expression.

He had previously started a live stream, but he had already closed it, mainly because it was not very convenient.

Tony's suggestion had given him inspiration; while Li Er was on the throne, Great Tang was prosperous.

When a dynasty is prosperous, the corresponding entertainment industry is as well.

By the same token, within Chang'an City, the flower houses where scholars and refined gentlemen gathered were countless; there could be forty or fifty on a single street.

Of course, Xuanzang would certainly not go to those low-end flower houses, but instead went to the only Jiaofangsi in Chang'an City.

The Jiaofangsi was related to the imperial court and was a place for entertaining high-ranking officials and wealthy people; it was very difficult for ordinary people to get in.

Furthermore, the girls in the Jiaofangsi were not like those in ordinary flower houses; each one was peerless in talent and beauty, proficient in all eighteen martial arts, and reciting poetry or composing couplets was no challenge at all.

Although Xuanzang had no status, he was not an ordinary mortal, so it was still very easy for him to get in.

At this moment, in a private room of the Jiaofangsi, Xuanzang lay comfortably on a soft couch, with two Jiaofangsi girls beside him playing music, plucking the zither, and playing the flute; the environment was pleasant and the atmosphere harmonious.

These two girls had delicate features and slender figures, wore light gauze, and their looks were not bad either.

"Buddha, aren't you a monk? This servant has heard that monks are not allowed to come to our place."

The girl playing the zither was named Lan'er; her zither music was graceful and pleasant, and her technique was skillful.

"Rumors are not to be trusted; this is slander," Xuanzang said.

The other girl peeled a grape and handed it to Xuanzang, incidentally pouring a cup of wine as well.

This girl was named Xiu'er; she had a similar appearance to Lan'er, delicate and petite.

"Rumors."

Upon hearing this, Lan'er covered her mouth and laughed.

"Whether it is a rumor or not, how could this servant not know! But Buddha, you are truly handsome! If a handsome man like you comes here and can write poetry, the expenses can be waived," Lan'er said.

The girls of the Jiaofangsi were more learned than those in the flower houses outside, and their insight was the same.

They had the opportunity to be redeemed by high-ranking officials and taken home as concubines, and some with good luck could be sent to the palace to become palace maids, and who knew when they might end up on the Dragon bed and soar to the sky.

However, compared to these, they preferred literary scholars with talent, and then having some romantic affairs.

If they took a liking to someone, they might even pay out of their own pockets... and so on.

Xuanzang caught the subtext in Lan'er's words and asked:

"Writing poetry can waive the bill?"

"Naturally, but not ordinary poetry; it must be worthy of the refined halls!" Lan'er said.

"Ah... this..."

Xuanzang inexplicably felt that he could freeload in the Jiaofangsi from now on; was the Three Hundred Tang Poems in his head finally going to come in handy?

"Buddha, looking at it this way, you are hiding your true talent, aren't you?" Lan'er asked.

"Hehe! Just composing a poem, what is difficult about that!"

"I can recite a poem off the cuff that will be an eternal masterpiece!" Xuanzang laughed.

"Let's hear it, Buddha. If you aren't boasting, perhaps you will have the chance to become a guest behind the curtain of the Jiaofangsi's top courtesan," Lan'er said.

"Ahem."

"Let me think!"

Xuanzang pondered for a moment, then stood up and walked to the window, watching the moonlight of the night sky spill onto the soft couch through the window, and his eyes lit up as he said:

"I have it!"

"Before the bed, the bright moonlight,"

"Suspected to be frost upon the ground."

"I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon,"

"I lower my head and think of my hometown."

Having said this, the private room suddenly fell silent!

Lan'er and Xiu'er's expressions gradually froze and then turned into looks of shock.

It was originally just a joking remark; they had not expected Xuanzang to actually recite a poem off the cuff!

The key was that this poem sounded plain at first, but after careful chewing, the simple words formed an extraordinary verse, with perfect parallelism and flawless rhyme.

Bright moonlight, frost on the ground, bright moon, thinking of hometown!

In just a few lines, it conveyed a sense of homesickness through the bright moon.

"What great literary talent! Buddha!"

Lan'er's gaze was bright, and a hint of admiration appeared in her eyes.

Handsome looks and extraordinary literary talent!

Of course, this did not seem like much to Xuanzang; in later generations, who couldn't recite such poems at will?

But in this era, it was still very rare.

Lan'er subsequently recorded this poem, and the Jiaofangsi also displayed it outside for literary scholars to admire.

And Xuanzang became famous in another way; relying on this poem, he estimated that he wouldn't have to pay for his expenses in the Jiaofangsi for several months.

Inside the special private room, Lan'er and Xiu'er had already left, although they really wanted to stay overnight to discuss life and the composition of forces with Xuanzang.

But they were all rejected by Xuanzang in a stern and righteous manner; wanting to challenge his weak point was impossible.

Besides this, there was another very important reason.

He did not know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a faint, elusive trace of demonic aura hidden within this Jiaofangsi.

The demonic aura was very faint, so faint as to be almost imperceptible.

It is fortunate that Xuanzang is now at the Immortal Heaven Realm; an ordinary cultivator would never have been able to detect it.

"This is interesting. In Chang'an City, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, the Jiaofangsi is even connected to the imperial palace, yet it actually hides a demon."

Xuanzang thought to himself, then closed his eyes to rest his mind. He continued to sense, but found nothing afterward; it seemed to have vanished completely.

Regarding this, Xuanzang did not believe the other party's cultivation exceeded the Immortal Heaven Realm!

Then there was only one possibility: that they possessed a powerful magical treasure for concealing their aura.

Since the other party intended to hide, Xuanzang was in no rush to find them.

Furthermore, he is Tang Seng, Tang Sanzang!

Does he need to look for demons? Which demon does not come to find him of their own accord?

Which demon could resist the temptation of eating a bite of his Flesh to attain immortality and ascend to the heavens!

Meanwhile, in a secret pavilion of the Jiaofangsi, the light in the room was dim, the candlelight flickered, and one could see light gauze fluttering in the gentle breeze.

A slender, graceful silhouette stood behind the curtain.

Just looking at her back, one could tell this woman was an Absolute beauty of the Renjian, a peerless stunner.

The woman held a piece of paper in her hand, on which was written the very poem Xuanzang had copied.

Seeing this, the Absolute beauty slowly lowered the paper, her sexy red lips curled slightly upward, and she murmured:

"What a truly good poem!"

"But compared to the poem, that person possesses an aura that the Demon Race finds hard to resist. It almost makes the Demon Race wish they could eat him immediately."

The Absolute beauty was restraining herself, restraining her own Demon Race nature.

This is Chang'an; if a murder case were to occur, it would be a serious matter, and if investigated, everyone in the Jiaofangsi would be unable to shirk responsibility.

The Absolute beauty did not want the current stability to be broken.

In the shadows, on the dim wall, one could vaguely see several massive tails swaying, vanishing in a flash!

Another world, starry sky, Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin.

Inside the Bronze Giant Coffin, Ye Hei slowly regained consciousness from his coma; he did not know how long he had slept.

He looked around and saw a Bronze Small Coffin standing in the center.

All around him were his classmates, scattered on the ground, all unconscious and yet to wake up.

Seeing this, Ye Fan could not help but sigh and say:

"Although it was delayed by two days, fortunately, I still made it onto the coffin. I have finally started on the path of cultivation; in the future, there will surely be a place for me, the Heavenly Emperor, among the heavens and myriad worlds."

Ye Fan prepared to wake his classmates, but suddenly discovered something wrong?

Besides his own classmates, there were eight extra, unfamiliar corpses.

These corpses were very strange; their Skin and Flesh were emitting a faint black light, trembling, and their aura was dangerous, as if they were about to wake up at any moment.

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