Don't Hit Me [Journey to the West]

It is said that Sun Wukong soared through the clouds and rode the fog, and went directly to the South China Sea to find Guanyin.

It stands to reason that he should have found him a long time ago. All kinds of things that have happened recently are too strange, but he still had a knot in his heart before. Although the knot has not been opened now, he has already made up his mind to take it one step at a time.

The South China Sea was shrouded in clouds and mist, calm and calm, Sun Wukong glanced around, and a wry smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It has not been here for hundreds of years.

"Goku."

Sun Wukong was taken aback for a moment, and then his body muscles slowly relaxed.

"Master Guanyin."

"I haven't seen you in 500 years, how are you?"

"Fortunately, now I follow the instructions of the great master and help the monk Tang Sanzang to learn scriptures from the west."

"Everything is random."

Monkey King was shocked, and he wanted to think about it carefully, but found that the feeling had disappeared quietly, but he seemed to realize something.

Turning around to leave, he suddenly turned around and asked, "There is a little fairy beside me."

Master Avalokitesvara pinched his fingers, smiled slightly, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere: "Everything is according to fate."

Sun Wukong paused and raised his foot.

Master Avalokitesvara stopped him: "Wukong, the journey to the west to learn the scriptures is difficult and full of trials and tribulations. You need to cultivate enlightenment with all your heart, and don't be obsessed with it. Today I promise you to call Tianying, Earth Spirit, and three hairs."

With a twist of the fingers, three willows and leaves flew to the back of Monkey King's head: "Go."

Watching the back of Monkey King leaving, Guanyin said silently: "Splashing the monkey, you are destined to cultivate enlightenment, and your confidence is positive."

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Tang Seng opened his eyes with a smile reaching his eyes: "Wukong."

Sun Wukong glanced at him, then at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen scratched his chin, smashed his mouth, and was sleeping soundly holding his horse's legs.

Tang Seng stood up and patted Monkey King on the shoulder: "Master, I'm thirsty, let's move on after a while."

Monkey King nodded, glanced at Lu Chen who was soundly asleep, pursed his lips, turned around and handed the water bag to him, and began to pack up the scattered salutes again.

Tang Seng looked at him bending over to work, and somehow wanted to laugh.

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After getting the dragon horse, he walked on the Taiping Road for several months, but the wolves, tigers, leopards, birds and insects were not taken into consideration by Monkey King. Even Lu Chen saw many wonders and visions, and his knowledge increased.

Just as winter goes to spring and comes again, the plum blossoms are all gone, and the grass and trees are verdant.

Tang Seng looked over: "Wukong, is there a monastery in front of you?"

Lu Chen bounced over with a large bouquet of moon-white flowers that he couldn't name, squinted his eyes and patted the horse for a long time: "Tangtang, I didn't expect your eyes to be so good. I didn't see anything."

Tang Seng grabbed his arm, Lu Chen used his toes to get on the horse, let go of the dragon horse and galloped.

Listening to the mountain wind whistling in my ears, holding on to the reins tightly with a bitter face, this is my death.

Even after two months, he is still not used to riding a horse. Although the speed is similar to that of a sports car, the safety performance is horribly poor. But whoever made himself a goblin doesn't have many spells, and he can't do Monkey King somersault ten times? Thousands of miles, even if he simply floats up, he doesn't know much about it. Thinking of this, his face turns darker, and it is precisely because of this that he has been ordered by Monkey King to practice spells these two days.

To say that before crossing, he never thought that Sun Wukong, who went to the west to get the scriptures, could coexist peacefully with a goblin who wanted to eat Tang's monk's meat.

As soon as Lu Chen was in a daze, he forgot everything, just followed Tang Seng obediently, and settled down in the monastery by the time his consciousness returned.

"Are you okay?" Tang Seng put his finger on his veins and asked worriedly.

Lu Chen shook his head blankly, it's fine, he can still stand up and perform two square dances, but I'm too lazy to dance.

After looking around, he jumped up suddenly: "Where is this?"

Tang Seng: "..."

Sun Wukong: "..."

Tang Seng: "This is the Siyuan Temple we just saw. It's too late today, so we'll just stay here overnight."

Lu Chen thought for a while, as if there was such a thing, he sat on the stool again and propped his chin up to think about his own affairs.

Tang Seng glanced at him quietly: "Xiao Shen, this place is weird, it's best to be careful."

Lu Chen's mind turned around, he probably remembered what kind of dungeon this is, this is probably the monastery that wanted to murder the cassock, but... Lu Chen has a bitter face, the current Sun Dasheng is acting calmly and properly, there is nothing wrong with it It might be something to show off the cassock, but it's hard to stay a few more days for the monk to see our treasure.

"Xiao Shen, Xiao Chen, what are you thinking?" Seeing him in a daze, Tang Seng's eyes were straightened, and he quickly pushed his shoulder to prevent him from being dazed.

Before the words were finished, there were three knocks on the door. It turned out that it was the head of the courtyard who came in to offer tea and arrange a fast meal. Behind him were two children, one on the left and the other on the right, walking out slowly with the support of an old monk.

Let's see that although this old monk is old and frail, he has everything good on his body. He is wearing a Pilu square hat, and there are obviously pieces of cat's eye stones shining brightly. The emerald hairs that ordinary people have never seen before, even the ones on the feet are not ordinary things-collecting eight treasures, and the Zen staff is even rare-embedded with clouds and stars.

Lu Chen didn't have a good impression of the old monk, not because of the wrinkled skin on his face like elm bark, but because of his breath.

Although he didn't understand, he vaguely felt that standing beside Sun Wukong was like standing under the sun. Although it was roasted, it was warm and comfortable. There is nothing more comfortable in the world than this.

But even if he just shared the same room with this old monk, he still faintly felt something was wrong.

It was unbearably itchy like it was covered with bugs.

He felt that his sorcery skills were low-level and easily affected by the external environment, so he took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and practiced beside Monkey King with his eyes closed.

After an unknown amount of time, when Lu Chen opened his eyes again, only himself and Monkey King were left in the room.