[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

Looking from top to bottom, corpses are everywhere, eyes full of scarlet.

The gray-robed man turned pale with shock, and without caring about anything else, he pinched a trick in his hand and hurriedly walked down the rock wall.

This cliff is very steep, and he always knows some spells, but if one is not careful, he will still fall to pieces.

The man hugged a slanting pine tree and looked around anxiously. Along the way, he saw three or five corpses, all of which were badly poked by the branch.

When he thought of his son Ken dying here, he felt extremely flustered.He has lived for more than 50 years, and he considers himself to have some achievements in magic arts, and he has seen big winds and waves, but today is the first time he is so panic-stricken.

He felt that he was really old, and after using the spell for such a short time, there were faint signs of exhaustion.

He stabilized his mind, rested for a while on the pine tree mountain, and then went down to search.

I saw two more corpses, but I still didn't see Xiao Jin's.

The gray-robed man felt anxious, but at the same time secretly rejoiced that he might still be alive before he found the body.

But when he went down for hundreds of meters but still couldn't find Xiao Jin, his heart couldn't help but sink heavily.

After resting for a while on a slightly flat rock, the man was already sweating profusely.

Such an action that favors physical strength is too reluctant after all for a person like him who stays in the room as a puppet all day long.

He should have brought some puppets here, but he was in such a hurry that he didn't think of this.

The man wiped the sweat from his brow, and planned to continue searching.If it really doesn't work, let the apprentices go back and bring the puppets.

"master--"

"master--"

The apprentices shouted from the top: "Master, come up first!"

"The student has sent someone back to bring the puppet, master, you come up first!"

"Young master, Jiren, will be fine with his own auspiciousness!"

Distraught, the man took a deep breath and continued to search.

Unexpectedly, he was upset for a moment and forgot to make a formula when he was walking.It happened that the rock under his feet was not tight.

When he stepped down like this, the rocks loosened, and he fell straight down along with the mud and rocks.

"Master!" Someone from above exclaimed.

His eyes were full of disbelief, he couldn't believe that he just fell down like this, he couldn't believe that he might die here.

Fortunately, he bumped into a slanting pine tree. Although the impact was so hard that he was dizzy and nearly fainted, but it was God's blessing in the end.

He hugged the pine tree tightly, shaking his body for a long time but couldn't recover his senses. He had the joy of surviving after the catastrophe and the misery of finding his son everywhere.

Suddenly, there was a person lying on the flat ground next to him.

That dress clearly belonged to Xiao Jin!

The man took a deep breath, made a formula in his hand, and climbed over the rock.

Finally, he climbed to the flat ground.

Xiao Jin was lying on the ground less than an arm's length away from him, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The man was spread out under the tree, trembling all over. He stretched out his hands to help Xiao Jin up, but his hands were hovering in the air, and he dared not move him for a long time.

Finally, the man took a deep breath and pressed his son's wrist.

Although weak, there is still a pulse.

He finally took a deep breath and turned his son over.

At that moment, his world collapsed.

What's the use of having a pulse?

It may be a small matter that half of his face was cut by a branch, but how can he stuff his intestines back all over the place?

"Father..." Xiao Jin seemed to sense something, "Father, have you finally come to save me?"

The man couldn't speak, so he nodded vigorously.

"Father, am I going to die?" Xiao Jin said in a flustered voice,

The man's throat was choked, he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

"Father, I don't want to die."

"Father, I don't want to die."

"I don't want to die... Father, save me, save me, please save me." Xiao Jin scratched desperately at the man's skirt with his hands.

The man firmly grasped Xiao Jin's hand, with sweat mixed with tears and mud and dust on his face, he looked in a panic.

"I will save you!" The man said: "Son, don't be afraid, dad will save you, dad will definitely save you."

In the end, he was a little nervous, and he could only murmur: "Son, don't be afraid, dad will save you, dad will save you, dad will save you..."

"Master!" Someone shouted from the top, and several puppets were hung down by ropes.

"Master, come up quickly."

The man chanted a mantra, instructing the monkey bone puppets to carefully lift his son up.

The students were about to say something, but when they saw the miserable appearance of the young master, they were all made of clay and stood aside without saying a word.

"Let's go back first," the man said in a deep voice, "Remember this grudge for now."

"Master, these corpses..." Don't you want to take them back?Seeing that the master had no plans to collect the corpses of these hunters, some bolder disciples couldn't help asking.

The man glanced at him coldly.

The lack of a heartless baby was swept cold by this look, and he didn't dare to say a word, and followed behind the large group like a quail.

"Master, this is Doctor Zhang." The apprentice led the doctor in.

The man was sitting on the edge of the bed. Hearing this, he hurriedly stood up: "Doctor..."

The grey-bearded old man nodded calmly, and comforted the man, "Don't worry, sir, wait for the old man to see."

The man sat on the chair, stretched his neck, and watched the doctor walk to the bedside.

Unexpectedly, the old man just glanced at the bed, turned around hastily, and was about to leave.

"Doctor—" The man hastily grabbed the white-bearded old man, "Doctor, take a look again."

The old man said anxiously: "This person is dead! What do you want me to see?"

The man's face was pale: "Xiaojin, he..."

The old man let out a long sigh: "My condolences, sir." After saying that, he ran away with the medicine box in his arms.

"Doctor, doctor!" the man called from behind.

"Master..." The apprentice showed an unbearable expression.

"Master, the young master has gone, you—" the apprentice was kicked out before he could finish his sentence.

The scene was silent for a moment, and the other apprentices all lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The man looked coldly at the apprentice who fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

"Xiao Jin will not die." The man said and walked straight to the forbidden area.

He will save Xiaojin.

He agreed to Xiao Jin.

So Xiao Jin will not die.

In front of the dilapidated gate of the forbidden area, the man knelt down on his knees and pressed his forehead to the ground: "Master, this disciple is willing to sacrifice everything, and begs the master to save my son."

Inside the door, the skinny old man quietly opened his eyes. The strange thing is that the old man has no white eyes, and the sockets of his eyes are completely black.

The old man showed a strange smile: "Teacher, I once said that no one is allowed to approach during the retreat. Why did you commit the crime knowingly?"

"The disciple is willing to use his body as a sacrifice to help the master heal his wounds." The man knelt on the ground without moving.

"Why are you bothering?" The old man inside the door refused to agree.

"I beg the master to complete it."

The skinny old man let out a long sigh: "Come in."

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"Master?" The monkey head dangled behind me, "Master."

I glanced at him and saw that the monkey was full of obsequiousness. I felt more and more impatient. I took two steps away and said coldly: "What are you following me for?"

"Hey," the monkey smiled apologetically, "Master, I know I was wrong."

I sneered: "What's wrong with you?"

The monkey pushed me down on the stone bench, came over to beat my legs and shoulders affectionately, and said nonsense, "My apprentice is wrong."

Seeing him being such a rascal, I was speechless for a moment.

The monkey pulled the three treasures out of my arms and threw them on the ground, leaned up and said softly: "Master, if you are bored staying in the mountains, can I take you out for a walk?"

San Baoben was sleeping, and when he threw him like this, he jumped up unhappily, yelling around the monkey.It circled Wukong's feet three or five times angrily, and stepped on Wukong's feet.

The monkey didn't take it seriously, pushed the little thing away with one foot, moved his hairy face to me, and said with a smile: "Master, have you thought about it?"

Seeing that this guy ignored him, Sanbao became even angrier. He circled around Wukong's legs twice, jumped straight up, and finally climbed onto his head and squatted there, unable to get down.

Wukong was going to catch the Three Treasures, but I pressed his paw.

I laughed and said, "You are only allowed to bully it, but you are not allowed to bully it back?"

"...Master." The monkey rarely showed a helpless expression, and held my hand behind his back.

I suppressed my smile, and twitched my hand, but it didn't move.

"Master," the monkey laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "shall we go for a stroll down the mountain?"

I glared at him: "Do you want to go?"

He pulled me and walked out: "Master, just accompany me."

I froze for a while, but didn't refuse.

"Master," the monkey rubbed against my cheek and said in a low voice, "It's only natural to kill people to pay for their lives. Master thinks that Lao Sun did something wrong?"

I pursed my lips tightly, unable to speak for a while.

"Master, I'm afraid that monkeys cannot be compared with humans?" The monkey asked softly while hugging me.

I opened my mouth, feeling the need to refute at such a time, but I didn't know what to say.

"I made things difficult for Master." The monkey suddenly laughed again, and dragged me to run down the mountain.

I let him pull and run, and the wind from the top of the mountain came to my face, carrying a fresh smell of grass and trees.

"Wukong." I couldn't help calling him.

"Master." The monkey looked back at me with a smile.

I always feel that he is not as happy as he looks.

"Wukong." I suddenly felt that there were some things that had to be clarified.

"Indeed, I don't think human and monkey lives are the same."

I pressed the monkey's shoulders and pressed him under the tree.

I can feel the stiffness of his body at this moment.

"But, this is my prejudice." This is my prejudice, my narrowness, my self-righteousness.I admit this.

"I should respect you, your ideas, and your ethnic group." Maybe I can't do it completely, but at least, I will try to understand you and your ideas.

"Although I never thought that killing people was a good solution." Even now I am still opposed to killing people.

But at least—"I apologize for my prejudice," I said solemnly.

The monkey was pressed under the tree by me, and it laughed so hard.

...that disgusting monkey.

I raised my eyebrows in displeasure, and stared at him dangerously: "You think it's funny?"

"Master." He smiled and approached my face...

"Master is very reasonable." He smiled and kissed me.

I was so scared by him that I took two steps back, covering my face for a long time, unable to recover.