[Journey to the West] Don't call me Wukong

The old lady looked at us expectantly, and we both followed the sound to look at her.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but you can see something wrong with this look.

I frowned and said, "Grandma, how old are you? What does your daughter look like?"

The old woman's eyes flickered, but she lowered her eyes and said sullenly: "The old woman has no children. She only gave birth to a daughter and hired a son-in-law. She sent food to the fields this morning, and she will not come back sooner or later. The old woman is worried. It's terrible, the old man also went to look for her, but no one has been seen until now. What should I do?"

The more I listened, the more I found it strange, but I couldn't figure out what went wrong. Still pondering, the bald man said first: "Old woman, my apprentice asked you about your age and appearance, what did you say about those things about sending food and finding people? Could it be possible?" , after hearing that, we recognize your daughter, so we can help you find someone, right?"

My heart moved, I tugged on the bald man's sleeves, and said in a low voice, "She's just following the script, let's go, there's still time to run!"

The bald head gently shook off my hand, and said with a smile: "Since there is a script, then I must be the protagonist. What are you afraid of? You are too. What are you afraid of?"

The corners of my mouth twitched, you are the protagonist, why am I not!I still don't know the situation now, if I'm a cannon fodder here, will you be responsible?

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!" I couldn't help but run away, dragging the bald head tightly.

But the bald head was determined not to run away, instead he grabbed me and solemnly returned the salute to the old woman: "Amitabha, the poor monk and disciple traveled all the way, but no one said she was your daughter."

The hope on the old woman's face turned into disappointment, and her face, which was originally like a bitter vegetable leaf, will now become like leftovers - sour and bitter.

However, she immediately adjusted her mood and bowed slightly towards the bald head: "Maybe you are not walking the same way, and that's okay. It's just that you two are monks, how did you come to this barren mountain?"

The bald man smiled, and returned a salute neither humble nor overbearing: "The monks travel without asking about the future, and they are barren mountains and mountains. Why does the female Bodhisattva live here with her family?"

The old woman sighed helplessly: "The family is poor. Where did the holy monk come from?"

The bald head said: "The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east, and went to the west to worship Buddha and ask for scriptures."

The old woman took two steps forward, opened the fence door and said, "It turns out to be a holy monk of the Tang Dynasty! Please rest inside. When my daughter and son-in-law come back, how about letting them cook a vegetarian meal for the elders?"

I secretly tugged on the bald man's sleeves, but he ignored him and walked straight into her courtyard.

I was so helpless that I had to lift my heels up.

The old woman closed the gate immediately, leaning on her crutches, and beckoned the bald man to come in for tea.

Then the bald man turned around and told me: "Wukong, you stay outside, so that Ba Jie and the others don't miss it. When the old woman's daughter and son-in-law come back, we will have a vegetarian meal together."

I nodded, I didn't want to go in anyway, and what the bald man said just helped me out.

As for whether they can find the pig's head, then I can't care so much.

I shook my head, the grass-roots team left early, it seemed like I was the only one who was worrying about how to go to the West, if I just wiped my neck, wouldn't I go to the West?

Scratching the top of my head, I found myself a small bench by the fence gate and sat down, looking at the scenery in the mountains while thinking about things.

What's going on now doesn't match what's in the book, but that old woman really looks like a bone spirit.Looking at it this way, it's a bad thing for a bald man to go in.

I stood up, stretched my head and looked into the room, but unfortunately the light in the hut was too dark, except for the bald head's white monk robe, I couldn't see anything clearly.

I can't help but despise myself a little bit, just now I was thinking of breaking up quickly, but now I'm worried about baldness again, that's enough.

Suddenly it occurred to Lao Sha that last night he saw the dispute between Li Shan's mother and Puxian. Although he hadn't seen it personally, their attitude towards the bald head was really strange.

And bald, just now he said he was the protagonist?

Thinking of this, I secretly cursed damn it, and rushed to the door of the house, and sure enough, I saw the bald man sitting at the table, with the old woman's corpse lying on the ground.

I dragged my bald head out of the hut and said angrily, "Why are you killing people again!"

The bald man held a Buddhist bead and muttered something in his mouth. He stood up after listening to me, took a look at me and walked out.

I followed him out to the yard, but saw him suddenly turn around and poke the tin staff on the ground, and the nine rings on the staff immediately jingled.

With the bald mana mobilizing, a dazzling white light emanated from the top of the tin staff, covering the entire hut and yard together.

Immediately afterwards, the bald man waved his hand, and the white light dissipated. Around us, except for the corpse of the old woman, the hut and yard disappeared.

"What, what's going on here?" I murmured, "Blindfolded?"

The bald man still held his tin rod, and turned around with a calm expression.

I looked at him, trying to find something from his expression, but he was surprisingly expressionless.

He just stared at me like that, and after a long while, I heard him sigh softly: "Wukong, if you don't get rid of the demons in your heart, I'm afraid it will be hard for you to reach the west."