Don't Hit Me [Journey to the West]

Lu Chen stuck out his tongue: "The Holy Father is not what I imagined."

Sun Wukong was taken aback: "What do you imagine me to be like?"

Lu Chen's eyes burst out with fiery light, and he stood up excitedly, wanting to describe the heroic appearance of Monkey King on TV vividly and vividly, but he used it all to sleep in class. He sat down dejectedly: "The Great Holy Father is less talkative than I imagined."

Sun Wukong: "..."

Sun Wukong saw the lonely look on his face, and then heard him say: "Or maybe the Great Sage hates me and doesn't like to talk to me?"

Monkey King didn't want to answer at first, but the sadness he had just glimpsed always appeared in his mind, and he said, "If you were me, it would be the same if no one talked to you for 300 years."

Lu Chen smiled immediately, and leaned over: "It's okay, Da Shengye, you can tell me if you want to talk in the future, as long as you are here, I will be here."

Monkey King: "..." It is better to be silent than to talk to you, stupidity is contagious.

Before Lu Chen finished patting the dust off his hands, he tilted his head and lay on the ground, falling asleep again.

For nearly 200 years, he could still fall asleep anytime and anywhere, and basically he would suddenly fall asleep in the shed while talking like this, but nothing happened.

Sun Wukong looked at his face that was beaming with joy even after he fell asleep, and turned his face away.

How can there be such a stupid person, but when he looks at the mountains, the birds, and the scenery, his gaze falls unconsciously on that small face the size of a palm, maybe there is such a kind of person in the world.

Every day is muddled, but every day is foolishly happy.

Perhaps it was Lu Chen who was concerned about learning scriptures from the West. Since he met Monkey King, his sleep time has been greatly reduced, and he sleeps for no more than three years at a time. It's a lot of progress.

Sun Wukong's eyes gradually became helpless, and his brows twitched as he looked at the man who slept as soon as he said he would sleep, with a silly face on his face.The corner of the mouth curved out without a trace, and then disappeared quickly.

In an instant, his brows frowned again.

"Great Sacred Lord, I am here when you are here."

Then I'm not here.

The seasons change, spring goes and spring comes again, Lu Chen stretched his waist and stood up, his eyes were facing the gaze of the Great Holy Lord, he was stunned and smiled and leaned over: "I'm tired this time."

Sun Wukong: "One year."

"It's okay, the Great Holy Father has great blessings, and my sleep time has been reduced a lot now." Lu Chen flattered him with a smile, and cast a simple cleaning spell for himself. He still knows the usual ones, but he is not very proficient. It's not clean.

Sun Wukong looked at the hem of his clothes that were not clean at all, and was about to open his mouth to make fun of his clumsy sorcery, when suddenly his expression turned serious: "Someone is here."

Lu Chen froze and listened carefully.

The mountain wind was blowing, the birds were chirping and insects were singing, but there was no sound of people or horses. He looked at the great saint with doubts on his face.

Sun Wukong showed disdain.

Lu Chen: "..." Well, I can't hear at all because I can't do spells.

Lu Chen stood and watched, but no one came for an hour, Lu Chen sat and gnawed an apple, and no one came for an hour.

It was getting dark, and Lu Chen was lying on the straw pile with his two thin legs upturned to watch the stars. No one came all night.

It was dawn, Lu Chen rubbed his eyes, and stood in front of him was an elegant young man who was staring at him.

"Ouch." Startled, he backed up abruptly, his butt fell into four pieces with a bang on his ankle, and the stagnant feeling of bone dislocation made him grin his teeth for a while before struggling to get up.

He sneaked a glance at the cassock on his body, and quickly calculated his little Jiujiu in his heart.

Barren mountains and wild mountains, dressed like this again, and appearing at this sensitive time, could it be Tang Seng.

A hint of joy flashed in Lu Chen's eyes, he quickly tidied up his ankles, waist and hips, and approached with a smile: "Who are you?"

Sun Wukong coughed twice, his voice was low and full of guard: "Who are you?" By the way, he glared at someone.

Lu Chen looked at his darkened face and his impudence that was almost hanging on the holy monk. He pouted and immediately stepped back and stood beside Sun Dasheng, raising his eyebrows to look at the monk—who are you.

The holy monk clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, this little monk came from the Eastern Land of the Great Tang Dynasty, and went to the Western Paradise to learn Buddhist scriptures, and passed by here..." I can't continue, that benefactor, can your eyes not shine.

Sun Wukong's complexion turned even darker.

The two sides were silent, only Lu Chen was very excited. If he didn't know the holy monk, he would immediately kneel down and beg him to untie the talisman on the mountain for the great holy master, and then go to the beautiful life together.

You study, hello, I'm home, hello, hello everyone.

Lu Chen swallowed, and asked cautiously, "Holy Monk, have you eaten yet?"

Sun Wukong: "..."

Tang Seng: "..."

Tang Seng waved his hands again and again, his face turned red: "The benefactor Qiemo is joking with the poor monk, how can he be called a holy monk?"

Lu Chen took two steps forward: "Master, have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, I still have half a piece of sesame seed cake here. The town has a century-old brand, but it is delicious. After eating, you can go on your way."

Monkey King: "..." Opened up, woke up and learned to eat people in a dream?

Tang Seng took two steps back, facing the west and said reverently: "The little monk was just passing by here, but he was entrusted by someone some time ago to find a stone monkey who is related to the Buddha here, and take him to the west to learn scriptures. "

Sure enough, Lu Chen's eyes became brighter, he grabbed Tang Seng's arm, and looked at Monkey King: "You are talking about the Great Sage, right?"

Tang Seng: "..."

Sun Wukong: "..."

Lu Chen looked at Tang Seng with a sense of confidant in his eyes, almost tears filled his eyes, it was so deceptive, he was obviously a stone monkey, but he looked like a man, he was even more handsome than a man, do you want someone else? alive.

Tang Seng: "Great Holy Father?"

Lu Chen quickly squatted down and tried his best to sell: "Yes, yes, the Great Sage has a predestined relationship with Buddhism, doesn't he?"

Just sit on the spot with a loudspeaker and yell, 998, as long as 998, you can bring the Great Holy Father home, don’t miss it when you pass by.

Sun Wukong: "..."

The author has something to say:

Lu Chen: Great Holy Lord, you will be able to come out tomorrow~

Sun Wukong: Do you know him? Just strike up a conversation and return it to me!

Lu Chen was aggrieved: okay, okay, isn't this just getting to know each other. [Looking at Tang Seng with bright eyes]

Tang Seng: ...Suddenly feel that I am very dangerous, how can I break it!