[Journey to the West] The monster took me away again

"what?"

A row of questions appeared on the little black head holding a piece of waste paper.

Jiang Liu took the dirty waste paper and threw it into the waste bin, then took out his clean handkerchief, and signaled the little spider to "reach out."

Xiao Hei stretched out his two front paws, and the little monster standing on its back feet watched helplessly as the other party raised its paws with a handkerchief, and gently wiped off the dirt and dust on its paws.

"Next one."

Jiang Liu looked at the blackened veil, and followed closely: "Wait a minute."

After all, he got up and went to open the door to fetch water.

In the room, Xiao Hei obediently counted the third paw, stood unsteadily on the table and performed the golden rooster's independence.

The little monk who went out quickly brought a basin of clean well water, put the newly dirty handkerchief into the water and rubbed it clean, and rubbed the third melon seed again.

Xiao Hei held up his three paws and looked at his fourth paw which was being held by humans.

The well water is so cold, but Xiao Hei let the humans handle him without moving.

Glancing secretly at the human being who was helping it wipe its paws, a word that he had only heard in the afternoon floated in the mind of the monster who had been practicing for many years.

"He looks so good."

In the afternoon, the little monk praised the beautiful and lovely Xiao Hei, and in the middle of the night, he wanted to give all these words to the other party, and thought that the other party was more suitable for these words than him.

It's a pity that it is still illiterate, so I can't think of other descriptions.

In short, the little monk is right.

Jiang Liu wiped all eight of its claws clean, as well as the traces of being dragged by the little black spider on the table.

The basin of clear water on the table changed from clear to cloudy. Jiang Liu went out with the plate and washed the handkerchief several times, rubbed it clean and hung it on the window sill.

Then I went back to the room and rummaged through the closet to find a small quilt that I slept in when I was a child. I put this thing next to my bedside pillow, patted the soft quilt with my palm, and looked at the spider: "You will be there in the future." sleep here."

"Is this my bed?" Xiao Hei wrapped around the small quilt, a little in disbelief that he still had a small bed.

bed?Jiang Liu looked at the simple quilt and frowned: "I'll help you prepare it tomorrow, and you sleep here first tonight."

"Wow! Jiang Liu, I want to be your lifelong friend!" The little black spider clenched his fists and swore.

The child standing by the bed opened his mouth, wanting to say no, but thinking of that younger brother, he sighed silently: "Well, forever."

I hope my brother can make friends who love cleanliness next time.

Alternatively, one with fewer feet is fine.

This night, the person sleeping on the small bed and the monster lived in peace for the first time.

As a result, at dawn the next day, the temple bell rang on time, and the little man who was lying on his back and sleeping soundly opened his eyes, looked at the familiar beam above, and then turned his head to look at the side of his pillow.

On the yellowed quilt after washing, a small spider with eight legs turned upside down, was sleeping soundly.

Confirming that the memories about last night in his mind were true, Jiang Liu quietly lifted the quilt, and put on his clothes and shoes lightly.

The little spider didn't wake up the whole time, picked up the sickle behind the door before leaving, opened the door and went to the direction of the back mountain.

"Morning, little brother."

Jueming stretched his waist to say hello to the junior brother.

"Good morning, brother. I'm going to cut vines in the back mountain." The small figure with a sickle in his hand didn't stop, and greeted him blankly, and went straight to the back mountain.

Jueming stroked his bald head and muttered softly: "What are you doing in the back mountain early in the morning? Do you want to eat peaches?"

Jiang Liu didn't want to eat peaches, he just saw some old vines that had dried up on the back mountain when he went to visit Taozi that day.

Those who went up the mountain with a sickle found the old vines that were longer than the door panels, and carefully cut off the dead parts with the sickle.

After chopping three rivers in a row, he stopped, and walked towards the back temple with the withered old vines that fell down.

In the kitchen, Jue Ming, who had already sat down to eat breakfast, saw the younger brother who had just left came back, still holding a lot of old vines in his arms.

The other party put those old vines under the kitchen window sill, shook them out and patted them against the sun for a while, then got up to put the sickle back in place, and finally went to wash their hands and eat breakfast.

After breakfast, I went to work on my old vines basking in the sun.

Jueming passed the kitchen three times in the middle, and accidentally saw the other party spread out on the ground. The old vine had already been cut off with a dagger to remove all the uneven parts, and the dead skin on the old vine had also been cleaned up.

One heel was light blue in color, neatly tidied up, and then the three became ropes, twisted and turned in a circle the size of a head, and then fixed with the fourth old vine.

The person squatting on the ground is concentrating on the gradually forming tree basket in his hand.

When Xiao Hei woke up, he saw a wide stool at the head of the bed, and on the stool was a basket exuding the unique fragrance of trees.

The little monk at the desk who was concentrating on chanting scriptures turned his head in response, saw the little spider wake up, and said calmly, "This basket is for you."

"For me?" Xiao Hei pointed at the basket in disbelief.

"For you to sleep."

The palm-sized spider spirit cheered, jumped into his new home, rolled around in it, and crawled out again, dragging the little quilt he slept on last night, and dragging the quilt into the basket, lying on his back. In the soft basket that exudes the fragrance of trees, I just feel that this friend is too good.

Jiang Liu hadn't finished reading the Huayan Sutra when the black spider jumped out of the basket again, climbed onto his desk, and looked at him with its hips akimbo.

"You have given me so many gifts, and I want to give you one too. Whatever you say you want, I will satisfy you!"

The little monk who had no desires and desires took out a small thing from the drawer of the table.

"The shoes made for you, you will wear them every day from today on."

Xiao Hei looked at the few shoes that would disappear as soon as the wind blows, and asked uncertainly with his mouth open: "Is this what you want?"

The little monk at the table was silent.

The little black spider breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, thinking that this guy really misunderstood what he meant, and probably only now.

The silent little monk in front of him opened his mouth again: "In addition to shoes, hands must also be worn."

He has observed the other party walking, and all eight paws can crawl around on the ground.

The spider spirit who had practiced for hundreds of years was stunned on the spot.

At night, Jiang Liu was lying on the small bed. The person who had just closed his eyes and slept soundly opened his closed eyes again the next second.

Seeing that he was lying down, Chen Wei turned over and saw a new stool in the familiar room.

There is also a small basket from nowhere on the new stool.

On the handle of the basket, a black spider was squatting, using its front two paws to remove a small white object wrapped around its hind feet.

"What is this thing, why is it wrapped around so much."

The person lying on the side saw that it was in a difficult position, and reached out to help it take those things off.

Hearing the familiar voice, Xiao Hei, who was taking off his shoes, rolled his eyes at him; "These are the shoes Jiang Liu gave me."

"Shoes?" The human who just woke up looked the monster from top to bottom in shock, "Don't spiders walk in the air by spinning silk? Why do they wear shoes?"

The spider spirit holding a pile of shoes suddenly realized: "Yes, I don't need to walk on the ground."