Wu Jian becomes empty

Sun Wukong buried the scorching object into Yang Jian's body, and the bed curtain slowly lowered, covering the figures of the two people. The night was getting darker and darker, and the tiny candlelight reflected the blurred figures of the two people in a trance. Wheezing all night...

500 years ago, the trance under the setting sun was a dream, and 500 years later, I walked a long road silently, and for 500 years, Monkey King wanted to protect the people around me.

The candle burned out, and the sun slowly shone in. Sun Wukong opened his eyes, his arms were tightly clasped around Yang Jian, and he might disappear if he didn't pay attention.

The two kept this posture until Yang Jian opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed in a daze and gradually regained consciousness. Then he said to Monkey King: "Get up, it's late."

Monkey King pulled the quilt for him: "No one cares how long they want to sleep."

"People always have to wake up, it doesn't matter if they wake up now."

The two of them didn't say anything, they both straightened their clothes.

The moon-white clothes, lined with a handsome face, just standing there makes people feel like a god descended from the sky, so refined that people dare not touch it easily.

This set of clothes was prepared by Monkey King, just like the light black and red suit that Yang Jian prepared for him back then, it is just as suitable and close-fitting.

After everything was packed, Yang Jian sat on the stool and held the lotus lamp tightly, thinking about something.

Sun Wukong stroked his clenched hand and said: "He can help you recover your mana, why are you still hesitating, if you want to use mana to activate it, I will help you."

Yang Jian gently rubbed the place next to the wick with his fingers and said, "After my mana recovers, the treasured lotus lamp may become an ordinary lamp in the future."

Sun Wukong picked up the lotus lantern and took a look, then handed it to Yang Jian again and explained: "Even if it is a sacred object, it is for people to use. If it is not useful, it has no value."

"Yes." Yang Jian smiled, but said to Monkey King that he had no intention of using it now, "Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, right? I haven't been to the mortal world to see the Lantern Festival for a long time, let's go together."

"Okay." Sun Wukong was a little bit happy from ear to ear.

"Except for that time when I took you to the mortal world, you also know a lot about the journey to the west."

Monkey King scratched his head and said awkwardly: "But we haven't celebrated any festivals, and we don't know what the Lantern Festival is for."

"Do you know how to use chopsticks?" Yang Jian sneered, remembering how he was eating noodles.

Sun Wukong looked proud: "Hey, of course. Who am I, Monkey King, it is not difficult to learn anything. How can a mere pair of chopsticks make it difficult for my grandson."

"Yeah." Yang Jian admitted seriously, and said, "After the Lantern Festival, you can use some of my mana to activate the Lotus Lantern. I want to live a good life as a mortal."

"it is good."

But the real life in the mortal world, I am afraid I will never experience it in my lifetime, because some people are not born as mortals, and their fate is like this.

After dawn the next day, remembering Yang Jian's physique as a half-mortal now, he waited until Maoshi to find Yang Jian, but he couldn't find him anywhere in the cave, even Xiaotiangou and Sanshoujiao were gone.

"Yang Jian!" Sun Wukong yelled from somewhere in the cave.

Xiaotiangou helped Yang Jian push open the gate of the cave, and saw Monkey King anxiously calling his name in the cave, and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

There was something in Yang Jian's hand, Sun Wukong hugged him from behind, buried his face in his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Where have you been?" Really like a wronged child.

"Didn't you say you want to spend the Lantern Festival together? How could there be no glutinous rice balls?" Yang Jian smiled and said, "You don't have ingredients here, and you have a place to cook, so I took some money and went down to the market to buy some ingredients. The old man’s kitchen at the foot of the mountain is cooking. Hurry up and eat together, or it will be cold if you don’t eat it.”

Sun Wukong was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know what expression to use to express his happiness.

Yang Jian looked at his bewildered expression and smiled softly, went straight to the house and put a pot of glutinous rice balls on the table, but found that there was no bowl, so he summoned Monkey King to change into four pairs of bowls, spoons, and filled the glutinous rice balls. The four of them sat around the table and ate together. If Monkey King hadn't cast unfriendly eyes at Xiaotiangou and Sanshoujiao from time to time, the meal would have been harmonious and heart-warming.

When he finally went out, Monkey King sent Roaring Sky Dog away. Although the three-headed Jiao still turned into an ink fan and pinned it to Yang Jian’s waist, it can be regarded as an ink fan. Temporarily protecting Yang Jian's safety is better than that stupid dog. The most important thing is that there are not so many things to do and it doesn't take up any space.

Monkey King has never had a mortal festival before. He never knew it was so lively. There were lion dancers, dragons and stilts, and there were different lanterns hanging everywhere. There were all kinds of things to buy. Monkey King became excited all of a sudden and pulled Yang Jian Shuttle among the crowd, both of them were immersed in the lively happiness, they forgot everything, only remembered each other, Sun Wukong held Yang Jian tightly, he couldn't recognize him now, he might be lost.

When the night comes, all the hanging lights are lit up, and the night is illuminated with incomparable beauty.

Monkey King stood on the roof with Yang Jian in his arms, admiring the unique night scene for them.

Because Sun Wukong can see very far, he secretly looked at the lantern riddles placed below and read them to Yang Jian. The two guessed together, and many of them guessed right. It was the gods who appeared and won many prizes.

Sun Wukong bought a Kongming lantern for the custom and brought it up: "Is this the desire to let God see them, and then ask for help?"

"Yes."

"It's ridiculous!" Sun Wukong sneered as he said.

Yang Jian said: "It doesn't matter whether there is anyone in the sky to read it, it is a beautiful sustenance after all, let's write it too!"

Sun Wukong looked up at the sky and laughed a few times: "Jade Emperor, we will write a sentence for you."

Yang Jian looked at him and understood what he meant: "Use pen and ink to make a sentence for you and me."

Sun Wukong handed over the pen and ink, only to see the handsome and powerful six characters "You are living in desolation" on one side of the Kongming lantern, but there was no more text, and he handed the pen to Monkey King, Monkey King smiled, and wrote six powerful characters on the other side Big characters "I will laugh wildly".

After writing the twelve characters, the pen was thrown aside, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

The author has something to say: I just want to sweeten this chapter (*ˉ﹀ˉ*)