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

After listening to his words, I just inexplicably felt ridiculous.If you can't get rid of your demons, is it difficult to reach the west?

I looked at the bald head, and sneered, "I can't see the tricks here, and I can't see the slightest sign that they are monsters and not humans. It seems that my inner demon can't be cured. Since you can go to Xitian by yourself, You don't need me anymore."

The bald man shook his head: "I just said that you are haunted by demons, nothing else."

I crossed my arms and sneered again and again: "You really blamed me. That's right, you did all the demons and monsters along the way, even if you said you were willing, I'm afraid you have already tired of us A few oil bottles. In comparison, I am not as good as the second and third. It’s okay, anyway, you are very capable, so I’ll just go!”

The bald man opened his mouth to speak, I quickly closed my eyes, cleared my mind, and grasped the formula in my hand, I want to get out of here, the farther the better.

The shoulder was pushed suddenly, I opened my eyes, and the bald man was already standing opposite me.

I was suddenly pushed by him, and I backed up again and again until my back hit the tree trunk.

He propped his hands on the tree trunk next to my ears, leaned over with his whole body, and stared straight at me.

I moved my body uncomfortably, looked at the ground, and said, "Why are you crazy?"

"You're leaving, but did you ask me?" The bald man looked at me with a half-smile, "Even if you want to repay my love for protecting you along the way, you shouldn't just leave. Besides, you and I are still teachers." Disciple, since ancient times, the master does not want the apprentice, but I have not seen a few apprentices abandon the master."

"There has to be a first time for everything." I stretched out my hand to push him away, but the chest covered by my hands was as hard as iron, and the person in front of me was motionless. I couldn't help frowning, "You, get out of the way."

Although I really want to be more imposing, but I can't help but blush when I say this, it sounds so soft that it's easy to bully!

Sure enough, the shadow of the bald head in front of me got bigger, the warm breath sprayed on my face, and low laughter rang in my ears, I raised my eyes in surprise, but bumped into those deep eyes.

I took a deep breath and turned my head away from him.In fact, I could have slipped away, but God knows my hands and feet were weak, and I didn't dare to move an inch.

"Kong Kong, don't go." There was a faint smile on the corner of the bald man's lips.

I lowered my eyes and remained silent for a long time, but still couldn't stand his pressure, so I let out a low "hmm".

The light in front of my eyes reappeared, and the pressure on my body suddenly eased. I turned around, and the bald head was already ten steps away, looking at me with clasped hands and a smile.

I shook my head, really I still can't go?

"It's okay not to leave, but I have one condition." I said to the bald man, "It's only three things. If you kill someone again, I will never stay."

Disappointment seemed to flash across the bald man's eyes, but he said lightly, "Okay, just don't kill anyone."

I sighed, adjusted my mood, raised my head and smiled at him, changed the subject and said, "The pigs don't know where they are yet, you try to find them?"

The bald man smiled and said, "Don't worry, they won't lose it."

After walking a little further, the bald man suddenly said, "Wukong, are you hungry? Shall I go for alms?"

I rolled my eyes at him: "Where can I find someone to have a meal in this barren mountain? Stop running around, lest we get separated later and can't find each other."

The bald man said disapprovingly, "How can you walk when you're hungry? I'm also worried about you."

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, so I said coldly: "No need." Then I quickened my pace and walked forward.

The bald man behind him was still talking in bits and pieces, and I was almost annoyed to death by him.

I walked faster and faster, and his voice became smaller and smaller, until he could hardly hear him at last, so I turned around to see if there was anything wrong with the bald head.

When he turned around to look, he was clasping his hands and talking to an old man who was looking at the bald man anxiously with a cane in his hand.

I was far away and couldn't hear what they were saying. When I got closer, I saw the bald man suddenly change his face, and he threw his tin stick across his chest, as if to hit him.

Without even thinking about it, I ran over to stop him, and said angrily, "What are you going to do?"

The bald-headed brow was cold, and he said lightly: "Get out of the way."

I stood in front of the old man and said angrily, "You madman, what did you promise me just now? It's nothing more than three things, nothing more than three things!"

The bald man put down his stick with a "boom", and said with a sneer, "I promised you not to kill people again, but I didn't promise you not to kill demons again, get out of the way!"

I was too lazy to discuss with him how to tell the difference between a human and a demon, so I turned slightly to the old man and said, "Master, don't you hurry up? This monk is going to kill you!"

The old man's face changed greatly in fright, "Ouch" and he fell to the ground with his head in his arms, shaking like chaff, and couldn't even finish his sentence.

"Master!" I cursed, turned around and wanted to pull the old man up, but his legs and feet couldn't be controlled at all, even if I tried my best to pull him up, I still couldn't pull him up.

I was still tossing with the old man, when suddenly a strong wind hit my ears, I reacted fairly quickly, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the bald tin stick sweeping towards me, and quickly dropped my hands and rolled away to the side.

After finally standing firmly again, I looked up and saw that the old man's head had been smashed to pieces by the tin rod, and the bald man wiped his precious tin rod with a handkerchief.

He moved slowly, while wiping the blood on the tin rod, he secretly looked at me.

I intuitively feel that he is worried about my leaving, but I want to ask the Buddha, can I leave?I can't fight and fight, I can't listen to what I say, and I can't leave if I want to.

After staying for a while, I suddenly thought of something, so I asked the bald man, "What did you do with that woman in that inn last night?"