[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

I held that hand bone and looked at the sun for a while.

Feeling confused in my heart: As expected of my hand, even if there are only bones left, it is so beautiful.

Sanbao sat on the table holding a peach, gnawed and sobbed, tears streaming down his face.

I figured it out, the little guy cried when he saw my bones.

I said that you, a monkey, have more heart and lungs than me, which really makes me feel stressed.

Sanbao is indeed the monkey I raised before, but his soul is obviously incomplete. I have raised him for so many years, but he still can't speak, and he can only scream when he loses a fight with Wukong, let alone Said to set a trap to retaliate or report black.

Think back then, what a disgusting monkey Sanbao was.

It makes troubles when I draw characters, it makes troubles when I set up formations, and it makes troubles when I pick up girls. It's a devil in disguise.

Now, it's just so obedient.

...Wait, so why do I feel that I am so cheap.

This guy has behaved a lot over the years, I always feel a little uncomfortable.

I tried my best to recall, trying to find out where the little guy scattered his soul.

In the end, I failed in a very depressed way. I recalled those past events as if I remembered everything, but there were always layers of fog. If I grasped a point and thought about it deeply, my brain went blank.

Then I realized even more depressingly that I couldn't even remember exactly how I died, let alone where.

However, in my limited memory, Sanbao is living a pretty good life, and his mischievousness is so naughty that it makes people headache.

If my brain is not missing, Sanbao probably happened after I died.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help frowning.

I don't know which daring bastard, even dared to move my monkey.If it falls into my hands, he will be—

"Teacher, master..."

This sound brought me back to my senses.

Xiaosi huddled in the corner of the wall tremblingly, calling me stumblingly, with an expression like a mouse blocked by a cat in the corner.

Really promising.

I glanced at him and waved to him: "Come here."

This guy was barely considered a handsome man at first, but he seemed to have been tortured a lot in the past few days, he was so thin that he was out of shape, his eyes were deeply sunken, and he looked quite pervasive.

It can be seen that once a person's courage is reduced, how beneficial it is to lose weight.

I handed the hand bone to him with emotion in my heart: "Look at this."

Xiao Si bowed his waist, raised his hands above his head and took the bone in his hands tremblingly. His expression seemed to be about to go to the execution ground, which made me suspect that he had engraved the words "my life is over" on his forehead.

The expression on his face froze the moment he saw the bones of his hand clearly.

Tsk, the eyeballs don't even roll.

"You recognize this thing." I stroked it while giving Sanbao a smooth hair.

He trembled all over and shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, I don't recognize it." He wanted to hand the bone back to me, but he couldn't bear to take his eyes off the bone for even a second.

I couldn't help laughing: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

His face was pale, and he couldn't help but look down at the hand bone, and he lost his focus in an instant and couldn't bear to move his eyeballs.

If I don't know, I'm afraid I will think that someone has put medicine on this bone.

"Did you dig this thing from the grave of your ancestor?" I asked.

He fell to his knees with a plop, trembling, tears streaming down his face: "The villain dare not."

I frowned: "Don't cry in a hurry, you have to explain clearly, who dug my grave?"

He covered his face with his sleeves and said: "The little one, if you know it's the skull of the ancestor, I won't dare to move it even if you lend me ten guts."

This sounds like a truth, but unfortunately I don't quite believe it.

"Tell me more about it."

"Yes, a monk sold it to me."

"Oh?" I laughed, "There are still monks who sell dead people's bones in this world?"

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Li Quan is one of the only descendants of the Wu clan left in this world.

Then, he had no blood but no one to point him out, so he had to figure out how to cast spells and set up formations by himself.

That year, he found a strange book from the dark compartment under the bed in his hometown.

That book is not so much a book as a notebook, which records some things such as how to make puppets and identify bones.

This kind of technique that can attract souls to attach to bones and use them for oneself is simply unheard of.

Most of the abilities beyond common sense in this world have an extraordinary attraction to ordinary people, Li Quan became obsessed with puppet making.

The first experimental subjects were mice.

In extremely limited circumstances, a lot of material is not handled in place.

In addition, Li Quan is not an orthodox puppet master, he even made many basic gestures wrong.

But despite making so many mistakes, Li Quan succeeded.

Bloodline, the importance of this thing is really amazing.

Li Quan looked at the bone mouse slithering around on the table, and felt unprecedented satisfaction in his heart.

He was born in a poor family, and he is not very smart, but he has a face that women like.

Li Quan still remembered that when he was a teenager, the widow at the entrance of the village would always invite him into the house and stuff him with some pancakes.

That woman didn't have any dirty thoughts, she just simply liked him.

That woman has a charming face, but a pure heart. She always likes to sit in front of him and watch him gobble up food.

She didn't speak, just handed him water while watching him eat.

When Li Quan was young, he always liked to go to her place for a bite to eat, and by the way, stare at this beautiful woman.

But later, when I got older, I vaguely knew something, and felt that it was wrong.

In addition, the woman is a widow, and he is a man in his teenage years, so there will be some gossips after a lot of contacts.

It can be seen from this incident that Li Quan is indeed a natural kid.

But a man, especially a man with a lot of self-esteem.Even if he could live off a woman's handout, he wouldn't do it.

Not to mention that woman is a widow, Kuff's mute.

For a long time, Li Quan never saw that woman again, and he put all his youthful thoughts on proving himself.

He hopes that he is powerful, able to be respected by everyone and feared by everyone.Soon, he discovered that these were just delusions, and there was nothing more ordinary than longing for the extraordinary in this world.

But now, things have turned around.

He stared at the bone mice wandering around on the table, and felt that he could make hundreds of such puppets to work for himself.

It's so simple that it's almost a stupid idea.

Not to mention whether it is easy to use human bones as puppets, not to mention whether it is easy to control using human bones as puppets, and not to mention the quality of the puppets' work.

Ten thousand steps back, once a person can make a puppet out of a dead person and control its activities, can this person be accepted by others?

The unknown is always scary.

What's more, this puppet technique is also related to the bones of the dead, no matter how you desecrate the dead, you can't escape.

After Li Quan's puppet making was discovered, he was tied up.

His books were torn up, his puppets were smashed, his house was set ablaze, and he himself would be burned alive.

"Burn this monster to death, to comfort the spirit of the deceased!"

That night he was locked in a small house, and the bunches of torches outside the window illuminated the whole night like day.

It was like a chilling carnival, and everyone had a smile of joy from the heart.Everyone believes that as long as this person is burned to death, we can obtain eternal peace and tranquility.

There is no escape, nowhere to hide.

Just at this moment of desperation, someone slipped in and untied the rope for him.

It's that Kuff dumb.

The woman sent him out of the village and gave him a bundle containing some dry food and copper coins.

For the first time, Li Quan wanted to do something for this woman.

"Are you willing to come with me?" He asked, but he regretted the moment he asked this sentence, but the man's face-saving nature forced him not to take it back.

The woman just laughed, didn't speak, and pushed him away desperately.

Li Quan walked away quickly, feeling more or less relieved.After all, it was too inconvenient to bring a dumb woman with him when he fled.

After walking a hundred steps, Li Quan couldn't help but look back.

In the firelight, the woman's face looked extremely soft.

When he got outside, Li Quan became more careful. With his own talent, acquired hard work and that handbook, although he made a name for himself, he was considered a local leader.

When it was time to start a family and start a business in his 20s, Li Quan was reluctant to get married.

From time to time he thought of the widow.

That Kuff's dumb.

That woman was ten years older than him, and even if she was alive now, she would be too old to look good.

Li Quan thought so, but still couldn't help but went back to his small village.

Only then did he know that the woman had been burned alive by the villagers several years ago because of collusion with the demon.

When Li Quan knew about it, he found it ridiculous and unbelievable.

Who wants to be with a mute?What's more, she was a widow.

But he couldn't deny that the woman died because of him.

When he went to worship at the woman's grave, he bumped into a monk head-on.

The monk was dressed in white, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hands, and when he smiled, there was always a sense of vitality and tranquility.

But this monk holds a skull in his arms.

Li Quan couldn't help but take a few more glances at this extremely weird combination.

At this sight, his eyes could no longer leave the skull in the man's arms.

This is obviously the best raw material for making puppets!

"Dare to ask the elder where he came from and where he is going?" He didn't have time to think about it, and stopped the monk from speaking nonsense.

The monk didn't really want to pay attention to his appearance, and was about to pass him and leave, but suddenly changed his expression and turned back: "The poor monk came from afar, and wanted to send the bones of the deceased back to his hometown."

This guy Li Quan was so absorbed in the skull that he couldn't care less about the monk being abnormal.

"Where is the elder's old friend?" Li Quan asked, his heart and eyes were full of that skull.

He didn't care about what the monk returned, he just said: "Xiaosheng is willing to help the elder to return the bones."

The monk seemed to be a very simple person, and he was very embarrassed when he heard this remark: "This, how can I trouble you sir?"

Li Quan hurriedly said: "Maybe it's okay, let's leave this matter to Xiaosheng, and he will help the elders return the bones."

In the end, at Li Quan's insistence, the monk gave him the skeleton and gave Li Quan a lot of errand fees.

Hearing this, I laughed loudly and said, "He didn't sell this to you, it's obvious that you lied to me."