Chapter 35

Lishan Laomu welcomed the four master and disciples in, and as if she learned they were a team from Great Tang in the East going to the Western Heaven to seek scriptures, she was no longer afraid of Sun Wukong.

But in reality, Tang An knew that it was all pure acting.

Tang An was also very cooperative, following the plot, only she thought through all the sad things in her life to barely suppress the corners of her mouth.

"Why is this young lady always smiling?"

Lishan Laomu was almost unable to continue acting; she had been talking about how she lost her husband in her early years and how difficult it was to raise those children.

She was clearly acting out how bitter life was, but on Tang An's side, her mouth was almost twisted into a twist.

Could it be that she was acting too fake?

Or had the Destined One already seen through her identity?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Alas, it's a pity, my husband died early; although there is a family fortune of ten thousand strings of cash and a thousand acres of good fields, it is a pity that there is no one to look after them."

"In order to keep the family incense burning, my three daughters and one son are just about to seek marriage."

Tang An's inner monologue: "It's coming, it's coming, Zhenzhen, Aiai, and Lianlian are coming!"

Sure enough, just as Tang An finished her inner monologue, Lishan Laomu called out the three daughters transformed by Guanyin, Puxian, and Wenshu.

"Eh? That's not right." Tang An just reacted, Lishan Laomu had an extra son.

No way, no way, it wouldn't be aimed at her, would it?

"Mother~" Zhenzhen, Aiai, and Lianlian came out smiling, appearing mostly shy.

"Pfft~"

It wasn't that Tang An's endurance wasn't good, but in reality, she knew these were Guanyin, Puxian, and Wenshu, and watched them act so coyly.

The image of them in their original forms making such coy expressions was truly something she couldn't help.

This is like watching an acquaintance or friend pretend to be cool and act in front of you. You can't look at them at all; once you look at them, you're purely broken, and you can't hold it at all.

Lishan Laomu and her four daughters all looked at Tang An, as if they didn't understand what Tang An was laughing at.

"Sorry, sorry." Tang An quickly cleaned up the mess and wiped the table.

The big shots are performing for you; you can't be too ungrateful, right?

Just at this moment, a man's voice sounded from outside the courtyard.

"Mother, has a guest arrived?"

This voice made Tang An's eyes light up. Not for anything else, just because when she occasionally voice-controlled, she liked to listen to this tone.

Fresh, not greasy, and there was a sense of a righteous young man.

Nezha turned his head to look at Tang An, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, as if disgusted by her appearance of never having seen a handsome man.

It was also at this moment that a young man walked in. He was wearing a black robe, and his body was full of the youthful spirit of a young man. Holding a long sword, it was as if he had just returned from punishing evil and promoting good.

After entering, he first saluted Lishan Laomu.

Tang An's eyes lit up again and again, and she secretly thought: "Oh no, this one is really aimed at me."

No, she wasn't a monk; why test her with male beauty for no reason!

The young man raised his head after saluting, and a handsome face appeared in front of Tang An. It made her eyes fill with pink bubbles, and she had a feeling of love at first sight.

How did this little thing grow, you say, how did it grow exactly on her aesthetic points, even the voice was the type she loved.

It's over, it's a pure trap; this is the real beauty trap!

No, a handsome man trap.

Tang An wanted to wake herself up while also seeming to be possessed, wanting to lean towards that handsome man.

"Young lady, I have manners here."

"Good good good." Tang An, in her worthless state, got up and was about to help him.

Nezha watched this scene, his expression as cold as it could be.

Just as Tang An got up, the back of her neck was grabbed by Nezha. Tang An wanted to move, but she couldn't go anywhere.

"Hey!" Tang An had a child-fighting version with Nezha, you pull and I escape, and finally, like a defensive ball, Tang An escaped.

However, before she reached the young man, her neck was caught by Nezha's arm, and she was pulled back upside down again.

"Phew~"

These days, it's not easy to soak up a handsome man with a disciple, huh.

Tang An simply gave up, took a sip of tea, tired, and didn't move.

Lishan Laomu saw this, smiled and pulled the young man over, and introduced him to Tang An: "This is my youngest son, named Jinlian."

"Pfft~"

Tang An almost spat this mouthful of tea on Lishan Laomu.

"He... can't be surnamed Pan, right?"

Lishan Laomu didn't understand what Tang An was laughing at, "My son follows his mother, surnamed Jia."

"Jia Jinlian."

Tsk tsk tsk, which good person would take this name.

But it was also appropriate; it was indeed a fake Jinlian, and the gender didn't even match.

Lishan Laomu continued: "My daughters, reciting poetry and painting, needlework and weaving, there is nothing they cannot do."

"My youngest son, in his early years, worshipped a high master to learn art, and he is proficient in knives, guns, and sticks."

"So powerful, he won't commit domestic violence, right?" Every sentence Tang An said caught Lishan Laomu off guard.

Lishan Laomu paused several times before barely keeping up with Tang An's brain circuit.

"My son likes to punish evil and promote good, his heart is upright, so how could he do things that hurt his wife."

Jia Jinlian walked closer to Tang An, but before he could get within eight feet of Tang An, a Golden Cudgel, a Fire-Tipped Spear, and a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear were all blocked in front of him.

Making him unable to advance or retreat.

Tang An didn't expect the three disciples to react so strongly. However, the feeling of being protected like this was still quite good.

She got up and gave the three of them a look; they all understood this look, which was not to act rashly for the time being, and to wait and see.

After all, this trial was testing the mind, and with Lishan Laomu here, there shouldn't be any danger.

"You must have been exhausted from the journey. Why don't my children take you down to rest first? How about it?"

Lishan Laomu was not angry, but eased the atmosphere and let the test continue.

"Then many thanks to Madam Jia."

Tang An knew that next, it would be separating the four master and disciples to test them one by one.

Doing this made her a little nervous.

Mainly because Sun Wukong, Nezha, and Yang Jian had been cultivating for so many years, and their Dao hearts were so firm that it was really not easy to be bewitched.

And she, she, Tang An, was a pure vulgar person, most greedy for money and fond of beauty.

This test was like a head teacher staring at a poor student taking an open-book exam; it would be difficult for her to even get a passing grade.

In the room.

Tang An had a sense of nervousness in the classroom, about to get the test paper.

She made up a lot of plots, and there was even a part that couldn't be broadcast. Helplessly, she kept building her own psychological construction, but she must not be truly bewitched by beauty.

But in the next second, her voice shook in the manor.

"Wukong! Nezha! Yang Jian~"

"If you pass, remember to come and fish me out~"