[Journey to the West] Those things about me and Master

Monkey King slept very deeply that night, until the next day, the morning sun was like a short knife, piercing his sticky eyelids and opening his sleepy eyes.

He rubbed his head, inexplicably feeling a little pain.Suddenly last night's absurd and grotesque sex flooded into his mind, and he was completely stunned in place under the impact.

"..."

Sun Wukong's face was tense, his eyes were lowered and his body stiffened while he was getting dressed.

After what happened last night, Master still doesn't know how to think about him.

After burning a stick of incense, Monkey King opened the curtain and walked out pretending to be okay. He planned to confess, but he happened to see Tang Sanzang standing tall and talking with Haoyama.

"There are few people on the prairie, so you don't want to stay for a few more days before leaving?"

"Thanks to the hospitality, but I still have important things to do, so I have to go on the road."

Haoyama waved his hand, with a bold smile on his rough and chapped face, "Hey, what's there to thank for that? What we believe in is that all beings are destined. Since the mages are my destined people, I should naturally treat them with all my heart! "

Monkey King walked towards them and asked in a calm voice, "What belief?"

Tang Sanzang raised his head and glanced at him when he heard the sound, and then turned away after a complicated look in his eyes, while Nahaoyama looked at Monkey King and said with a smile, "Our tribe believes in the sun in the sky, which will always give warmth and warmth to the world. Radiance is a very great existence. What our beliefs teach us to do is to give warmth like the sun and warm the world."

Tang Sanzang frowned when he heard this, but Sun Wukong sneered, "If the sun finally dies from exhaustion, wouldn't this world have endless days and endless nights? Do your best and do everything with your heart It is enough, blindly dedicating is nothing but death."

Haoyama was stunned for a moment, and after he realized it, his expression was slightly dissatisfied, but he was unwilling to argue with Monkey King.Seeing this, Tang Sanzang pulled the stinging disciple behind him, stood in front of him and apologized to Hao Yamaliu, "My disciple is stubborn and dark-tempered, don't worry about it. "

After hearing this, Sun Wukong opened his eyes wide and puffed up his cheeks. Where is he dark?What he said was just the truth!

However, before he could refute, Haoyama shook his head, "Master Sun's words are also reasonable, but I'm a rough person, so I don't agree with it. It's not a big deal."

That man was so generous, Sun Wukong was dumb, so it was inconvenient to say anything more.

"I don't know the tribe you are talking about..." Tang Sanzang hesitated, raised his eyes and asked, "Do you have a name?"

What he thought in his heart was not a guess. Haoyama's beliefs and the proximity to Tongtianhe all showed that this seemingly ordinary shepherd might come from a mysterious tribe.

Haoyama's expression froze, his eyes turned down, and he was silent for a while.

Finally, he hesitated and raised his head, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Yes."

"My tribe is called the Sunset Tribe. It migrates erratically on this grassland, and it fights with another tribe all the year round for water sources."

Tang Sanzang's conjecture was finally confirmed. He nodded, feeling a little clear in his heart, "What a coincidence, I'm waiting for this trip to be where the Sunset Moon Tribe gathers. But..." He changed his voice, with an expression like I was puzzled, "I heard that they used to haunt Tongtian River, but when we went there before, we didn't see traces of tribes around them. What's going on?"

Haoyama raised his head to look at Youyou Bailan in the vast sky, his voice softened like the wind, and he sighed indistinctly.

"It's a long story..."

"A long time ago, we and the Luoyue tribe fought each other for water sources, and there were many wars. But I don't know when, the Tongtian River began to freeze, and the water source was frozen. We lost the water source we depended on and had to migrate to other places , looking for a place to live. My ancestors didn’t want to leave this prairie because their family members were buried here, and they didn’t want to leave this only hometown, so they still wandered here and grazed without a fixed place. Later, time passed and it was my generation At that time, even though he still believed in the Sun God and considered himself a member of the Sunset tribe, he had little contact with the tribe thousands of miles away and had no contact with them, so I don’t know where they have moved to.” He paused for a while. Suddenly, there was a sparkle in his eyes, as bright as the light of the day, and he seemed to be convinced, "But I believe that God taught us to love the world, and we will eventually be rewarded. Those tribesmen, now He must be living and working in peace and contentment, living a happy and prosperous life.”

"Then... how much do you know about Luoyue Department?" Tang Sanzang glanced at the tent where Fu Yiri was staying, and said in a low voice.

Haoyama shook his head, "I've only heard the stories handed down from my ancestors, only that they believed in the moon, Duoxi traveled at night, dark and selfish, not as cheerful and generous as us. But if you really want to tell me, after all these years I haven’t seen it much, even if I did, I wouldn’t recognize him as an enemy tribe.”

Dark and selfish?Sun Wukong crossed his arms, and suddenly remembered that Fu Yiri had said that his parents were both businessmen, and they always believed in profit first.Isn't this... a hard-to-change habit brought out from the tribe?

Tang Sanzang pondered for a while, and finally raised his hand and patted Haoyama's shoulder, nodded and smiled gently, "Thank you for that. If I find your clansman someday, I will send you a flying letter."

Hiroyama clasped his fists and smiled, "Although the hope is slim, I thank you in advance!"

At that time, the wind was clear and the sky was blue, the grass was green and rustic.Like a rainy day.

After Nahaoyama returned to the tent, only Tang Sanzang and Monkey King were left in the vast world.

The wind blew up the sleeves, and the two looked at each other, looking at each other quietly, somewhat unspeakably awkward.

Tang Sanzang, with his sleeves behind his back and his hands behind his back, has a handsome face and an elegant expression.He glanced at Sun Wukong's expression, as if he had anticipated the embarrassment of the man, and planned to back down a step first.

Just then, the man opened his mouth.

"Master."

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, thinking about what happened last night, he felt uneasy, and decided to pick it up and talk about it.

Tang Sanzang paused, but he didn't look at the Monkey King, instead he went straight back to the tent with his sleeves flicked.

What's the situation?

Sun Wukong stared blankly at the back of the man, the master has been disgusted to the point that he no longer wants to talk to him?

It's hard to say in my heart, like a flying thorn, the flesh and blood hangs vertically on the barb, gurgling up the throat, making it sticky and sweet.

He stained his hands, but he deserved it all.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath towards the sky, laughed at himself and looked depressed.Just as he was about to turn around, Tang Sanzang, who had been indifferent before, raised the curtain and walked out from the tent.

"If you got up early, you must have not eaten the morning food. We will start our journey soon. You should eat some of these dry food to fill your stomach."

Tang Sanzang's voice was low and deep, like the clear spring where the deer king sleeps peacefully in the mountains, or like a silent stone, clear and introverted, not gentle, but better than cold and alienated.

Sun Wukong didn't seem to expect it. After a while, he turned his eyes and lowered his eyes.

He took the dry food and water bag from the man's hand, and trembled slightly when his hands touched, "Thank you, Master."

Tang Sanzang stared at him for a long time with slightly pursed lips, and his eyes flowed like thousands of miles of rivers, all emotions were submerged under the waves of the river wolf.

"... Master and apprentice, thank you."

Such a light and feeble sentence overwhelmed the turbulent vortex and undercurrent in the hearts of the two of them, and the surface was still calm and the blue waves were vast.

Tang Sanzang stretched out his hand, paused for a long time before placing it on Monkey King's head, and rubbed the man's soft hair.

"Hurry up and eat, I will pack my luggage first for the teacher."

Sun Wukong hummed, panicked and confused, but couldn't tell what it was like for a while.

That person once taught him that all conditioned phenomena are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and lightning, and should be viewed in this way.

Perhaps it was just a whim at the moment.Just by chance.

"Master, what happened last night is because I went off the rails."

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang, settled down, knelt down on one knee and said straight.

"The apprentice is willing to suffer any punishment."

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, endless concealment is worse than confession once.

Both he and Tang Sanzang are calculating people.Although many things are not said, they are kept in the heart.

Some thoughts turn into a jar of mellow and fragrant old wine, and after one sip, you will be drunk and float like a dream.But some of them can only rot and fester, burning out one horrible wound after another.

Tang Sanzang looked down at Monkey King, the sun was spinning and jumping on his hair tip, shining golden light.

According to the Niwang Sutra, there are ninety moments in one thought, and nine hundred births and deaths in one moment. One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon.

No one knew what Tang Sanzang was thinking in that thought.

When he pulled Monkey King up and looked directly into the man's eyes, everything was invisible.

"It's the teacher's fault if the apprentice doesn't teach. Wukong... It was never you who went off the rails, but the master. It wasn't your mistake," he paused, and when the wind died down, he pulled the man into his arms, his voice low It fell down, shaking into people's minds, "Master made a mistake."

In the dream, it was never that person who lured him, but his own deep roots.

For example, last night it was never the man who went off the rails, but his own indulgence.

He couldn't see the feelings in his heart clearly, but he could feel the beating and throbbing of the heart.

The wind blew gently, blowing continuous grass waves, Tang Sanzang embraced him, silently but did not let go.

The body temperature of the person in his arms is warm, and his existence is fresh, unlike the person in his heart who is just a flower in the mirror of the moon in the water, an empty obsession that is beyond his reach.

Tang Sanzang moved his eyelashes slightly, and whispered in Sun Wukong's ear.

"My teacher won't blame you for what happened last night, and you don't have to worry about it. How is that?"

Sun Wukong was hugged, and his whole body was so stiff that he couldn't react at all.

Although Tang Sanzang's words were not gentle, they rushed into his heart and made him tremble.

"You look like this... you really look like a person."

"Like who?"

Tang Sanzang frowned for some reason.

"..."

Sun Wukong didn't speak, and the end of the memory seemed to be another dusk when the sky was covered with snow, and it was the man who left without saying goodbye, leaving him alone.

The teeth seem to be sticking together, and even the voice is a little hoarse, as if 700 years of vicissitudes have passed.

"...like my first master."

Tang Sanzang didn't expect it, and was taken aback for a moment.Immediately, he seemed to be reminded of something by these words, and let go of the man.

"Your first master was named Jin Chan?"

His eyebrows were already twisted into a well, and there was a hint of wind and rain in his expression.

Sun Wukong didn't know how he knew about Jin Chan. Tathagata clearly stipulated that no one should tell Tang Sanzang about his past when he was Jin Chan in order to prevent accidents.

Say more and make more mistakes, say less and make fewer mistakes.Monkey King shook his head silently, "No."

Tang Sanzang looked at him, nodded "Oh?"

He looked like a smile but not a smile, but the expression in his eyes turned cold a little bit, suppressing Weiming's mood.

"Then my good disciple, you should tell me, who is the 'Elder Jin Chan' you called last night when you were at the top?...Huh?"

After saying this, Sun Wukong seemed to be struck by lightning, his eyes were slightly opened, and his tongue was tied.

He clenched his fists, in such a situation, he didn't know how to explain it to Tang Sanzang!

The author has something to say: Master is jealous Ho Ho Ho Ho!However, it's just a heartbeat, and it hasn't reached the point of forbidden love.

So after the Tongtianhe incident, there will be a mysterious figure appearing to promote the emotional development of Zangkong QvQ

You can guess who it is!