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

No need for Wukong to explain, Xuanzang looked at his horrific face in the water mirror, and could imagine what kind of painting style that person was last night.

Wukong turned into another ice cube and handed it to the other party: "The monkey who turned into a monster has already run away. Chen Wei didn't sleep all night from crying yesterday to this morning, and then directly dragged us on the road until now. What are you doing with him? What did you say? Make him like this."

That person looked like he had been overwhelmed.

Xuanzang stuck the cold thing on his eyelids, his whole expression was colder than the ice in his hands, he found his diary from the luggage package on his back, opened the latest page and handed it to Wukong: "read."

"Don't talk about protecting me, you can't even appear in front of me! Liar!" Wukong read out what someone wrote above.

After reading it, I reacted belatedly: "You guys quarreled? Because of what?"

The person clutching the ice squinted at him and closed the diary: "It's my business with him, you don't have to worry about it." Because you are the culprit.

Wukong, who was innocent and blamed, stayed away from this person silently, went to a distance and brought him some wild fruits, distributed them to everyone present and said: "I see sixty miles ahead, there is steaming heat, and there are raging waves. There is a house with red tiles and red bricks, why don't we spend the night there tonight."

Wu Neng lay on the ground and kept fanning the hot air with his sleeves, "It's not summer yet, why is the weather so hot, we won't go in the wrong direction."

After Chen Wei went out in the morning, they hurried all the way here. Now the sun is leaning in the direction of the west, but the temperature is so hot, not only did the temperature not cool down, the four masters and apprentices just stopped and stood for a while. They were all dripping with sweat.

The ice cube in Xuanzang's hand also melted, and under the pressure of the ice cube, the red and swollen eyes finally subsided. Apart from some discomfort, he no longer felt any pain.

Xuanzang wiped off the moisture in his hands, calmly got on his horse and directed everyone; "Go to the house that Wukong mentioned first, and then ask people for directions."

The four of them rushed all the way for sixty miles, and they saw the red-tiled and red-brick house that Wukong said. Not only that, but all they could see was red, and the door leaf was covered with red oil and red paint.

An old man in dark clothes, not yellow, not red, with a blue straw hat on his head, leaning on a bent bamboo pole in his hand, with gold teeth showing, leaning against the red wall, squinting his eyes to enjoy the sunset Bring the hot wind.

Wukong walked in front, holding the rope, and the old man saw them as soon as the master and apprentice entered the yard of the house.

The old man, who squinted his eyes to enjoy the hot wind, was taken aback. Holding the bamboo pole, he glared at the monkey who jumped in front of him and scolded: "Where did you come from, monkey? What are you doing in front of my door?"

Xuanzang jumped off his horse, put his palms together, walked up to him and said his salute: "Old benefactor, don't panic, the poor monk is an imperial envoy from the Eastern Tang Dynasty to the west to seek Buddhist scriptures. The four masters and apprentices passed by the treasure land and found that the weather here is steamy and hot. First, I don’t know the reason, second, I don’t know the name of the place, and third, I want to ask the old benefactor where this place is, but the way to go west?”

The old man saw that Xuanzang was handsome and beautiful, although he looked a little pitiful with red eyes, and the two strange-looking men beside him, he was surprised and happy to see, "Don't blame the elder, the old man, I'll be there for a while." If you are dazzled, please come in and sit in the room."

They called the younger ones to lead the horses and move the stools, and after serving tea, they remembered the question the elder asked just now, stood up and explained: "You can't go to the west, this place is called Huoyan Mountain, there is no spring and no autumn, All seasons are hot."

"Why can't you go?" Wukong rested a furry hand on his brow, and looked into the distance with his piercing eyes, full of raging fire.

"The Flaming Mountain is only fifty miles away from the local area. It is the only way for the elders to go to the west, but there are eight hundred miles of flames there, and there is no grass in the surroundings. If you think about this mountain, it is a copper brain and an iron skeleton. , It will also turn into juice after entering the eight hundred miles of flames."

Just at this point, a man came outside the door pushing a red cart, and when he passed by the door, he shouted loudly, "Sell cakes, sell cakes."

Wukong took out a few uneaten peaches from his pocket, went out and exchanged the peaches for cakes with him.

"There are no peaches around here, otherwise I wouldn't have exchanged them with you." The cake seller caught the three peaches, opened the lid of the pot, took out a piece of white cake the size of the palm of his hand, and handed it to him.

Holding the piece of white cake, Wukong felt that the palm of his hand fell into his palm like hot coals from a brazier. He poured a piece of cake from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left hand.

The white and tender cakes were tossing back and forth in his palm, and the cake seller who was about to push the cart away saw this scene and smiled: "I can't come here because I'm afraid of the heat. I just heard you said that you want to go west and pass by For the [-]-mile Huoyan Mountain, you have to ask the Iron Fan Immortal."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wukong to reply, he pushed his red car and left.

Holding the piece of white cake, Wukong went all the way back to the room to find an alms bowl and put it in, and then brought it to Xuanzang; "Master, it's so hot here that there are still white cakes for sale. Eat some of this."

Xuanzang only took one bite of that white cake, it was soft and sweet.

The mortal monk sitting on the stool took a sip, then stood up, found his suitcase, opened it and searched for a while before going out.

Soon the three disciples saw the master coming back with a bowl full of white cakes in the purple gold bowl.

One for each of the three apprentices, and the remaining three in the bowl were carefully put away and placed on the bedside at night before going to sleep, along with the local dialect book bought from the old man in the house, melon seeds, peaches, etc. Wait, move one over temporarily, and the stools that serve as bedside tables are full.

When Chen Wei woke up, he looked at the diary placed on the top of all the items, let out a cold snort from his nose, put on his shoes and went out with his chin up without even looking, and first went to put the three apprentices on their own. Take a look, make sure that one is not lost, then go to the stable to see that the white dragon horse is also there, and then start to walk back.

Hearing the sound of him getting up, Wukong yawned and climbed up from the Datong bunk, jumped over two juniors all the way, pushed open the door, and looked at the mortal monk who was about to pass by outside the door.

"Did I wake you up?" Chen Wei scratched his head, thinking that his footsteps were too loud and woke him up.

"You didn't wake me up. My old grandson happened to be hungry, so I remembered something to eat."

Wukong is not hungry, he is specially waiting for this one to wake up.

"Master, do you have anything to eat? The old man who is staying at the house doesn't have much food left over. My grandson's stomach has only eaten a few fruits today, and he is still not full."

The monk in black monk robe silently thought about the food on the bedside, whether to continue to be angry or let the apprentice eat first, the two questions came to the answer after turning around in his mind.

"I seem to have food in my room, come with me."

Chen Wei took him to his room, took out the bowl on the bench beside the bed, and put the three and a half yuan white cake in it.

Wukong only took one piece, and sat directly beside the bed, eating while saying: "There is no second store selling this white cake within a radius of eight hundred miles. One bite, the rest is here for you, it’s delicious, but still sweet.”

The monk holding the purple gold bowl gave him a blank look, and sat down beside him on the bed side by side angrily, picked up the half piece of white cake in the bowl, and vaguely saw that there seemed to be a tooth mark on it.

"This is the piece he ate. He took a bite and left it all for you. Even the three of us ate only one piece and we can't eat any more." Wukong pointed to the place where the tooth marks were, and then pointed He pointed to the remaining two pieces in the purple gold bowl.

"Are you here to be his lobbyist? Help him speak like this." Chen Wei mistook the white cake for that bastard, and bit it viciously, with a vicious look.

The monkey sitting next to him was holding his piece of white cake, biting it and explaining to him: "My old grandson won't speak for him. I think he is annoying. My old grandson is just worried about your anger." It's not worth it to be with such a stubborn clean freak with a broken body."

"puff!"

Gritting his teeth and nibbling on the white cake, the man couldn't help laughing and collapsed on the bed, smiling and squinting his eyes while hugging the unfinished piece of white cake, "That's right, he is a weirdo."

"You don't know, every time he goes to Huazhai, the first thing he says is that my three apprentices are ugly, but they don't hurt people. My old grandson is also Monkey King, the great sage equal to heaven. Who has seen it in the heavens? I didn’t call out the Great Sage respectfully, but he told mortals that these are my three ugly apprentices every time before my grandson can speak.”

Wukong hooked the corners of his mouth with his two little fingers and pulled it down, imitating Xuanzang's usual appearance with a stern face, and said in a low voice to the smiling man curled up on the bed: "Don't be afraid, old man, the poor monk came from the Eastern Land of the Great Tang Dynasty. The Buddhist monks who came here, these are my three ugly apprentices, apart from being ugly, there is nothing serious about them."

"This is simply a personal attack! It's too much!" Chen Wei supported his protest while holding his aching stomach.

The great sage who lived for five or six hundred years looked at the happy mortal monk, and continued to say in a low voice, "Brother, don't laugh at them. They are just not as good as you. The pink skull is like a passing cloud, so it's not worth paying attention to."

"That mortal was originally laughing because of other things, but it's good in his mouth. It turned out that we are ugly and make people laugh. No one in my old grandson would stand for someone like him, are you right?"

"Yes!" Chen Wei nodded sharply, rubbing his cheeks that hurt from laughing in agreement.

The author has something to say: May I ask what method can be used to push people further?

Xuanzang: Sacrifice himself to create opportunities for him and the hated guy.

感谢在2021-02-1821:25:11~2021-02-1823:50:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of core core;

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