Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

It was getting late, the sun was setting, and Huoshaoyun appeared in the sky.Riding on the wind, the clouds slowly change their appearance in the air. The clouds are piled up layer by layer, like a fairy mountain with ever-changing changes, making people unable to see the true appearance.The monk Tang and his disciples climbed over a hillside and came to a valley.The scenery in the valley is extremely beautiful, and there is the smell of green grass in the wind, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, but there is no trace when you sniff it carefully.The red flowers reflect the red clouds, magnificent and brilliant, and the blue grass stands against the blue mountains, like a picture scroll.

It's a pity that no matter how good the scenery is, it can't be eaten as a meal. Yes, Tang Seng is hungry.

"Apprentices, let's spend the night in this valley tonight." Tang Seng stopped the white dragon horse.

Drifting immediately put down the carrying pole, chose a sheltered place, and set up a tent where he lived alone.Zhu Bajie walked over, wanting to squeeze in his tent, but Drifting sternly refused.The two argued.

Tang Seng fastened the white dragon horse: "Apprentices, I am hungry for the teacher."

No one cares about him.

The dispute between Drifting Monk and Zhu Bajie became louder and louder.

The white dragon horse lowered its head, grazing quietly, so comfortable that Tang Seng was envious. Tang Seng stroked the white dragon horse's mane: "Horse, horse, if I can also graze."

Zhu Bajie squeezed into Drifting's tent and lay down. Drifting dragged his feet longingly, pulled off two shoes, pinched his nose and threw them out, and then pulled his pants.Zhu Bajie hid in the tent with his trouser belt in his hands. Finally, with a bang, the tent collapsed.

Tang Seng said to Drifting: "Wujing, can you go for alms?"

Drifting was busy, he didn't care about Tang Seng, and directly showed the back of his head to Tang Seng.

Tang Seng said to Zhu Bajie: "Wu Neng, I am very hungry as a teacher."

Zhu Bajie didn't look back: "Wait until I get rid of the little three! Go find the big brother!"

Drifting usually doesn't like to talk, because when he talks, he always looks like this: "Who, who, who is small... small..."

"I'll call you Xiaosan!" Zhu Bajie rushed to talk, "You can't speak well, so you better shut up!"

Drifting felt insulted, furious, rushed over, and wrestled with Zhu Bajie.

Fighting, fighting, this is a scene that happens every day. Tang Seng didn't even bother to sigh. While stroking the white dragon horse, he quietly glanced at the monkey standing beside him from the corner of his eye.

The monkey has a thin body, wears a tiger skin skirt, wears a tight headband, holds a Ruyi golden cudgel in both hands, rests its chin on the hand, and looks straight ahead with both eyes.

Monkey King is watching the sunset.

Tang Seng doesn't know what is so beautiful about the sunset, he only knows that Monkey King never does anything when watching the sunset.He can't even control Drifting Monk and Zhu Bajie, let alone this so-called great apprentice who has great supernatural powers and no one dares to mess with him.Anyone who provokes Sun Wukong while watching the sunset will definitely die.

So Tang Seng made a decision.He took out a bronze mirror and looked at it, and it seemed that something was missing... He took out a mahogany comb from the package, combed his bald head without a hair, looked in the mirror again, grinned, um, handsome.Putting away the mirror, leaning on the Zen staff in the right hand and holding the purple gold bowl in the left hand, he took square steps and said as he walked, "Disciples, I am going to beg for you for my master. You have been tired from traveling all day, so take a good rest."

The sun had sunk completely over the mountains.

Sun Wukong looked back and found the problem: "Where is the bald dipper?" Turning his head to Zhu Bajie who was still fighting, "Zhu Bajie, I want to ask you something!"

Zhu Bajie tried his best to stretch out the neck strangled by the Drifting Monk: "Zhu Bajie, thank you!" He kicked the Drifting Monk who was riding on him.

"Where did the bald head go?"

"Alms for alms."

Sun Wukong's face sank: "Why do you ask him to ask for alms? He is a worthless man, he doesn't know any spells, what should he do if he is captured by a monster?"

"If you don't like it, why don't you go?"

Monkey King stopped talking nonsense with him, set up somersault clouds, and chased after Tang Seng's breath.

It didn't take long to find Tang Seng by the edge of a small forest, and at the same time saw a tiger.Yellow fur, shiny, a pair of black eyes shining brightly in the twilight, and the hair in the middle of the forehead forms a "king" character.Sun Wukong lowered his cloud head, landed in front of Tang Monk, and swung the golden cudgel across.I remembered that Guanyin once gave himself a "merit book", which recorded in detail how many points he would get for killing a monster, and how many points he would get for saving a mortal. You can become a fairy if you divide it.Sun Wukong counts his merits and virtues every day, but he forgets how much he gets for killing a tiger.

How much do you care?In short, there must be points for killing.

Sun Wukong bent down, arched his body, and tightened his hand holding the golden cudgel.

The tiger spirit spoke: "Shitou Shitou, how are you?" There was a strange smile on his face, a little shy, a little shy, innocent like a child, such a smile should never appear on a tiger , to be exact, on a monster.

"Although we haven't seen each other for a long time, you said that you would never forget me. I changed back to my original appearance specially to meet you." Tiger's face was full of surprise when an old friend was reunited, "I am A Ming!"

Monkey King remembered - killing the tiger is only ten minutes.If the tiger spirit is extremely evil, it can be raised more.This tiger has at least 500 years of Taoism, but why doesn't it have the black energy of being haunted by wronged souls?Has he never killed anyone?This is impossible, he is the king of beasts, the tiger.

The tiger spirit slowly smiled.

"Stone, why don't you speak? You don't remember me?"

Sun Wukong said: "I really don't know you, and I'm not called Shitou. You've got the wrong person. Don't think I'll spare you if you get close to me."

"Yes, you are no longer Monkey King."

The tiger spirit's eyes dimmed.

"In the past, Sun Wukong was an indomitable hero, but now he is a pawn manipulated by others."

Monkey King said coldly: "I don't understand what you are talking about, so hurry up if you want to do it."

"Do it?" The tiger looked sad and resentful, "Three years of Journey to the West, haven't you killed enough monsters? You want to do it with me? They say that Monkey King is not Monkey King, but I don't believe it..."

Monkey King's answer was to smash the golden cudgel straight down.

The tiger spirit jumped to avoid it, and with a sweep of its tail, it raised dust all over the sky.Sun Wukong took Tang Seng up in the air.

The tiger spirit got excited for some reason, his eyes turned red, and he yelled sadly: "I don't believe you forget the flowers and fruits when you put on the tight band..."

"Pfft..." Tiger Jing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his huge body crashed to the ground, startling countless birds.His limbs twitched, as if in extreme pain, he gritted his teeth and said, "Tathagata...you are so cruel..."

Sun Wukong looked at it strangely, thinking that this must be a new trick used by monsters to seduce people.Guanyin Bodhisattva said when he was wearing a tight band, monsters are extremely cunning, no matter what they say or do, they must never be trusted.Journey to the west for almost three years, what tricks have you never encountered?Sun Wukong has developed a sharp eye early on - he doesn't trust anyone except himself.It is difficult to draw a dragon and a tiger with bones, knowing people and faces but not knowing the heart, even if the tiger looks innocent, you must remember that monsters are vicious, vicious and shameless demons.

Tiger Jing stretched his limbs upwards vigorously, it could be seen that he was working very hard.Finally standing up, he plopped his front paws again and knelt on the ground.Then he fell on his side, gasping heavily, every time he inhaled, people worried that he would be out of breath in the next moment, but he always struggled to exhale, and so on.Blood kept coming out from the corner of his mouth, and the flow was shocking.

A sadness welled up in Sun Wukong's heart.The sadness came slowly, but tenaciously, like a tidal wave. It was small at first, and became a climate when he was not paying attention, and finally set off a huge wave——Monkey King was sad, because of a The monster he is not ashamed of.Sun Wukong was sad and thought: I don’t know him, so what is there to be sad about, it’s really strange...

The tiger spirit slowed down for a while, regained some strength, stood up straight, and let out a long cry: "Oh..." The wind in the mountain forest was blowing, the fallen leaves circled around the tiger spirit, and the dark clouds gathered above his head. I couldn't see my fingers, it was so dark that something blocked my heart, and I couldn't breathe.

The tiger looked up to the sky and shouted: "Tathagata, you have cast a forbidden spell. Whoever tells about Sun Wukong's past will vomit blood and die, but I am not afraid of you! I want to say it!" Turning his head and shouting hoarsely at Sun Wukong: "Sun Wukong! You You can forget who you are, you can forget me, but you can't forget the fire 500 years ago! You can't forget the flowers..."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Blood gushed out of the tiger's mouth again, and he couldn't even speak.He fell down again, unable to get up no matter how hard he struggled.

The clouds above his head lost control of his mana and quickly dispersed, revealing a clear night sky.

The wind died down.

The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, and now even the wind has stopped because the tiger spirit is dying.

Sun Wukong's sadness reached a limit, as if a huge rock was pressing down on his body, making him unable to breathe, wanting to yell, but there was no reason to yell.This feeling of being tightly suppressed is all too familiar.Guanyin Bodhisattva said that he was chained for 500 years. Why does he always have the feeling of being crushed under the mountain?He often feels tightness in his chest, heavy burdens on his shoulders, fractured spine in two, and he cannot move at all. For a monkey that likes to bounce, this is a more terrible torture than death.But maybe it was just his illusion.After all, how could Guanyin Bodhisattva, who saves all sentient beings, lie to him?

The blood spit out by the tiger spirit formed a pool of blood under him, and his limbs twisted and slapped unwillingly in the pool of blood.The fur on his body was stained with blood and stuck together, and he looked dying.

How much blood can a person have and can withstand such a large mouthful of non-stop vomiting?What kind of damage must be done to the internal organs to bleed from the seven holes?

Sun Wukong held his chest with his right hand, took a deep breath, felt that the cold liquid was about to flow down from his eyes, and hurriedly looked up at the sky.

The tiger spirit uttered another word with all its strength, it was the unconscious moan of a dying person, very vague.But Sun Wukong still heard it clearly, and he didn't know what it meant.What he said was: "Guo..." After finishing speaking, his eyes were wide open, and he stared straight at Monkey King.His belly rose and fell more and more slowly, and finally fell down once and never raised again.

He didn't finish what he wanted to say until he died.He didn't close his eyes until he died.

Sun Wukong was so empty in his heart that he couldn't tell what it was like.Maybe not feel at all.

Guanyin Bodhisattva told him that he was a monster monkey who was imprisoned in the dungeon of Wuyu Mountain because of his disrespect to the Jade Emperor. After success, it will become a positive result and rank among the immortals.The tight band was given by Guanyin Bodhisattva. Sun Wukong remembered that Guanyin Bodhisattva said to him, "Wear it and you will be free." Wearing the tight band, he slayed demons and escorted Tang Seng all the way until now.Sun Wukong recalled what had happened and was convinced that the tiger had never existed in his life.He doesn't know tiger spirit Amin, definitely not.

Opening the merit book, I saw that a new stroke was added to a certain page, an increase of ten points.

In any case, he should be happy to increase his merit points, kill the goblin, and eliminate harm for the people.

Must be happy.

Sun Wukong kicked the tiger spirit condescendingly, "This tiger spirit is really strange. I died out of nowhere, but if he didn't die, I would kill him too. Who told him to be a monster." There was no look of sadness.