[Journey to the West] The Poor Monk Xuanzang

I was lying on the grass, so bored that weeds were pulled.

Three Treasures lay on top of my head and refused to get off. A hairy tail dangled in front of my eyes, making it hard to open my eyes.

I reached out to pick it off, but I couldn't touch the monkey.

This guy has become more and more unscrupulous in recent days.I thought sadly.

On my left, Wukong was lying on his back basking in the sun.

I sneaked a few glances at him, and the monkey didn't react at all as if it was dead.

I glanced at the flower in my hand, secretly tore it off and pinned it on Wukong's forehead, and then smiled straight at the appearance of this guy wearing a small wild flower on his head.

The monkey opened its eyes and glanced at me, felt its hairy paws on its head, took it off for a look, saw that it was a flower, put it back on itself, and then continued to sleep with its eyes closed.

Hmph, I figured it out. Since returning to Huaguo Mountain, this monkey has been like a pensioner. It doesn’t drink or jump around anymore. It just basks next to me in the sun every day, like a retirement.

Although this guy is usually too bouncing and noisy to make me dislike him, but I also dislike him for his retired appearance.

No energy at all.

So boring, I threw away the grass in my hand, turned over and rode on the monkey and shook his collar to and fro: "Don't sleep."

He lazily opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Follow me to Xiao Si's hometown."

Upon hearing this, the monkey immediately closed its eyes, fell down and pretended to be dead.

I gritted my teeth secretly, grabbing his collar and shaking him desperately.

The monkey chuckled, trembling all over, as if wishing he could roll twice on the grass.

He put his arms around my neck and said with a smile, "Master is too energetic."

I was slightly stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that this posture seemed a little too much, and it somewhat affected the image of the teacher as a hero and hero in the monkey's heart.

I coughed lightly, trying to get off the monkey, but he grabbed me.

The monkey smiled with gleaming teeth: "Master, tell me."

I lay on top of him, crossed my hands and held my chin, and organized my words: "Little Four said he was homesick."

The monkey grabbed my sleeve and turned it inside out. After nothing was turned over, he simply pulled my sleeve to cover his face and continued to lie down and sleep.

I got angry, and with a flick of ice silk in my hand, I directly wrapped this thing into rice dumpling and hung it on the tree, and forced me to ask, "Will you accompany me?"

The monkey twisted his body and got out of the ice silk, and said with a smile, "Master, why is he so petty? He started to move his hands when he didn't like a few words."

I looked at him coolly.

But the monkey continued as if excited: "Even this weapon looks like a girl's embroidery thread."

I heard five fingers here, and thousands of silk threads swept across the sky and covered the sky.

The monkey giggled and jumped into the clouds with his feet, soaring straight to the sky.

I opened my hands wide, and the ice silks followed closely.

The monkey hid twice, stopped in the air, swung the golden cudgel and said with a smile: "Master, are you going to practice with me?"

I glanced at him, gathered the silk thread, broke off a branch of peach blossom, and laid it in front of me: "Come on."

"Master, what do you use a tree branch for?" the monkey said with a grin.

"Just come here." I said

The monkey laughed loudly, and flew towards it on a cloud, and raised the golden cudgel to strike at the head.

This monkey is merciless.

The stick hit in the air with the sound of the wind, it really hit the body in such a posture that the bones were broken and the body collapsed.

I turned around and dodged, and the branch in my hand stabbed at the monkey's face.

He didn't care and hit the golden cudgel to the right.

This branch is naturally incomparable with his Dinghaishen needle, but the intersection of the two is exactly what I want.

A thin layer of frost instantly covered the flower branches and covered the monkey's golden cudgel.

Wukong has bad instincts, but he doesn't want to throw away the stick.

The thin layer of frost spread along his arms and cheeks in an instant, freezing the monkey into an ice sculpture.

I threw away the broken branch and said with a smile, "Are you convinced or not."

The monkey smiled and squeezed my shoulders: "Master, Lao Sun made a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue! Please explain it to me."

I looked at him with a smile: "You monkey, you are always so outspoken and bullying."

He wasn't annoyed at all, the whole monkey fell on me and couldn't get off: "Master, why don't you take care of this?"

... what the hell!

You explained it clearly to me, who cares about this!

I glared at him.

"Hey," the monkey yelled as it rubbed against my body, "Master, please untie it for me." It sounded like mourning.

I slapped his face and said, "It's so noisy."

He hung on my neck, making a shy expression: "Master, am I beautiful?"

I sneered and said, "It's so beautiful."

The monkey didn't seem very happy, turned into a woman, twisted and rubbed against my body, stretched out his hand to pull my clothes, and said, "Come here, elder."

I was so frightened that I took a few steps back, pointed at him and shook my hands: "...you hozen!" What a nonsense!

He leaned over shyly, "Why are you running, elder?"

He looks like a woman, so people can't push or push, can't fight or hit, can't escape, can't retreat, and can't retreat.

But I really can't bear to let him do such nonsense.

"Stand there and don't move!" My heart almost collapsed, can you stop being so noisy all day long, a monkey.

"Elder." He stopped on the spot and stared at me while twisting the veil, wanting to speak.

...Yeah, I'm addicted to it.

With a cold face, I tried my best to keep a distance of more than one meter from the monkey who was convulsing from time to time.

"Elder." He choked his throat and rushed forward.

I dodged in a hurry.

He jumped into nothing, threw himself on the tree trunk, raised his head and stared at me angrily: "Elder."

Fuck!Can we stop playing.

"Why can't the elder understand that the slave family is infatuated." He lowered his head slightly and said coquettishly, and was about to pounce on him again.

My whole body was numb, I pushed away two steps, straightened my clothes, and was about to recite the mantra with my palms upright.

The monkey rushed forward like a gust of wind, trying to cover my mouth.

"Master! Mo Nian!" He looked at me with that woman's face, ready to cry.

I stared at him sullenly.

He giggled, turned back into his real body, and said, "Master really likes me like this."

I gritted my teeth secretly, wishing I could hang this monkey up and give it a hard pump.

The monkey was trembling, and suddenly shivered again: "Master, what kind of spell is this?"

I jumped into the Water Curtain Cave, poured myself a cup of tea in a leisurely manner, and glanced at Wukong who came in: "You might as well guess."

The monkey jumped onto the table, reached out and snatched my cup, drank the tea in one gulp, and said, "Good tea! Good tea!"

I couldn't, so I had to pour myself another cup, but the monkey snatched it away again.

Holding the cup, the monkey shook his head: "Guess what, tell me, master."

I made him laugh angrily: "Say what?"

He looked at me, then at the cup, jumped off the table with one hand, held the cup in front of me, and said courteously: "Master, come here, drink tea, drink tea."

I looked at him dumbfounded.

This hozen!

This is obviously the tea I poured, so he snatched it and offered it to me as a treasure!

"Wukong." I sighed.

"Huh? Master?" The monkey got closer.

I snatched the teacup from his hand and stared at him eye to eye: "You were a robber in your previous life, right?"

The monkey chuckled, picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth, "Master, what did you say?"

"..." Why do I want to throw this monkey out so much.

The monkey froze for a while, then rubbed against me again, talking nonsense: "Master, I'm cold."

"……"nonsense!You're covered in frost, it's a ghost if you're not cold.

"Master, I'm not going to die, am I?" He put on a desperate expression.

"..." Have you played enough?I looked at him dumbfounded, and stretched out my hand to cool him off.

The monkey became energetic in an instant, and even his hair was a little brighter: "Master is very kind and virtuous, and the disciple has nothing to repay."

"If the master doesn't dislike it, the apprentice is willing to promise me with his body." He grabbed my thigh and looked at me pitifully.

"..." I am disgusted.

He made a fuss for a while, looking for trouble, and then he became normal again.

The monkey lay on my lap and said, "If the master really wants to go, the disciple will not stop him."

I stroked his hairy head and thought, "You can't stop him."

"Kiss me, and I'll go with the master." The monkey said and showed me a mouthful of shiny white teeth.

I silently rubbed the monkey's head, only to feel a thunderbolt strike across the sky.

Although I don't really care about appearance... But you have such a hairy face, what do you want me to say.

I pressed my forehead and felt a little headache: "Wukong."

The monkey climbed on my shoulder and sat on my lap, with a furry face coming over.

"..." I felt that I needed to calm down.

I, a monkey, was tugging and tugging on the chair. Unexpectedly, my center of gravity was unstable, and the chair was pushed down.I lay down on the ground and the monkey straddled me.

The monkey grinned and put his face down.

"Master, I remembered, that monk probably looks like this!" Xiao Si hurried in according to the picture scroll.

The world stands still at this moment.

"..." I said, what kind of thing is this?

I pushed the monkey away and straightened my loose clothes. Just as I was about to say a few words to Xiao Si, the monkey jumped violently.

"Who allowed you to come in!" Wukong said, swinging the golden cudgel to reason with Xiao Si.

As soon as Xiao Si lost the scroll in his hand, Sa Yazi ran away, screaming: "Master, help me! I didn't mean it!"

When the monkey heard this, he became even more annoyed: "Hey! The master is also called by you!"

"Senior brother, spare your life! Master, help me!" Xiao Si was clearly out of his mind.

"Who is your senior brother!" Monkey followed closely behind.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and I didn't care about them. I straightened my clothes and picked up the painting that had been thrown on the ground.Expand to see.

Well……

This clothes, this prayer beads, this face...why do they look so familiar.