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

The monk sitting cross-legged in meditation watched the scene silently, until a piece of heated cooking cake was sandwiched between two peeled tree branches and handed to him.

"The nearby fruits are either unripe or too sour. Only this one is edible."

After Monkey King motioned for him to catch it, he sat on the other side of the fire, picked up the wild fruits picked from the tree, and threw them into his mouth one by one.

"What happened during the day."

Xuanzang broke the biscuit in two, got up and walked to it and handed it half, sat down again by himself, and took off the wooden sign from his wrist before eating.

The monkey who got half of the cooking cake, saw this movement from the corner of his eye, twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked lazily at the fire in front of him.

"In the morning, he released six villains who stopped and robbed, and gave those six people new identities, allowing them to be human again."

The monkey, which has lived for more than 500 years, gnawed at the cooking cake with only a slight salty taste, wondering what kind of environment this mortal master lived and grew up in.

"He's fine, that's why you need to protect him."

Xuanzang was not at all surprised that the man released the six villains.

After 17 years of getting along, he has long been used to every thought and action of that person.

"I'm not praising him." The monkey squatting on the ground rolled his eyes, picked up another sour fruit and put it in his mouth, muttering softly; "I'm just worried that he will be used by those monsters on the road."

At that time, he will still be the apprentice.

Xuanzang looked at the half-cooked cake in his hand; "I have no father or mother. I was carried into the temple by the abbot of Jinshan Temple from the river. Since I opened my eyes, I have grown up eating a hundred kinds of food and wearing a hundred kinds of clothes. So is he. .”

"Good results are not bitter, evil results are bitter, good results come from good deeds, and bad results come from evil. Most people in the world are good. Since the six people didn't actually hurt you, you also punished them, which is enough."

Xuanzang, who said this, grasped the nine-ring tin rod tightly the next morning, ready to kill a little white dragon.

The sky was bleak and the cold wind was biting. They rested at the bottom of a steep cliff last night. After the fire was blown out by the wind, the master and the apprentice hid on the back of the horse's belly to block the cold wind.

After getting up in the morning, Xuanzang went to the stream to wash his face, and Wukong went to a distant place to gather firewood again to heat up his breakfast.

The two masters and apprentices only heard the white horse that stayed where it was uttering a scream, and Xuanzang, who was squatting by the stream to wash his face, picked up the tin staff and ran back.

At a distance of three zhang, a white dragon with a white body, a dragon beard, a dragon head and a dragon tail opened its mouth wide, and swallowed the horse that had followed him for half a month, and fell into a stream not far away in an instant.

Xuanzang's pewter stick barely hit the back of the opponent's neck, and the dragon disappeared in the next instant.

"It's a white dragon, master, you are here waiting for me to go down and meet him!"

Wukong, who was driven out from a distance, dropped the dry firewood in his hand, and immediately jumped into the stream to chase the escaped little white dragon.

A monkey and a dragon fought underneath the crystal-clear stream, making it as muddy as the water of the Yellow River.

Xuanzang was standing on the bank, holding a tin stick around the creek to find the source.

Cihang stood at the end of the creek, holding a clean bottle in his hand and looking at the person who came, while the wooden fork walker was holding a new set of clothes, standing aside quietly waiting for his arrival.

Xuanzang saw the two people and the clothes held in the hands of the man, and stopped impatiently, three meters away: "You don't mean to tell me that the white dragon is also my apprentice. ?”

"Your white horse is just a mortal womb, and the western sky is thousands of miles away. This horse can't carry you to the western heaven to seek the scriptures. The white dragon is the third prince of the Dragon King Aorun. A new mount chosen for you."

"Don't be so troublesome, Bodhisattva, please return my white horse to me, even if it is a mortal womb, it still has a life."

The person holding the tin rod looked at the frozen expression of charity on Cihang's face expressionlessly, without giving in at all.

"Bodhisattva, this monk is so unreasonable to you, let me teach him a lesson!"

The wooden fork walker couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up his iron rod and wanted to settle accounts with this monk.

Even if he is the reincarnation of a Buddha, it won't work. He is rude to the Bodhisattva again and again, which is simply presumptuous.

"Please."

The mortal monk was not afraid at all, he turned around and left with his tin stick, and went to the other side of the stream to find his apprentice and the white dragon that always hid underwater.

The person who found the poison from the luggage ran back to the stream and stopped Monkey King: "Wukong, you come up first."

The monkey in the stream jumped up, and when he was about to ask the other party what he meant, he saw that the other party was holding a medicine bottle in his hand, opened the lid, and began to pour something from the bottle.

A few drops of black-purple liquid with a strong fragrance dripped into the stream.

Xiao Bailong, who was hiding under the stream and was about to attack again, suddenly smelled a sweet and pleasant smell.

A huge faucet emerged from the depths of the stream, and a pair of longan eyes saw a cloud of black liquid fall from above through the turbid water.

That strange scent is emanating from there.

"I want to eat…"

Attracted by the fragrance, the little white dragon's eyes were about to split open. In his long eyes, he could only see the liquid with the smell of blood, and his whole body came out from the depths of the stream.

Going straight to the surface of the water, it opened its huge dragon mouth, trying to swallow the whole thing with that scent.

On the shore, Xuanzang pulled Monkey King who was also attracted by the smell, and was baring his teeth, calmly watching the white dragon rushing out of the water, revealing its entire huge dragon head, and flicking its tail excitedly at him; "Is there any more? Do you still have that thing?"

"Yes, come here."

The monk with a face that is different from ordinary people raised his wrist calmly and waved lightly.

In the eyes of the little white dragon who was already half out of the water, there was only that hand and the white porcelain bottle in the palm of his hand.

When its whole body left the stream and followed Xuanzang farther and farther, the monk, who estimated that the timing was good enough, stopped and spread his palms flat to reveal the small white porcelain bottle.

"Eat, what you want is here."

"Ow!"

Xiao Bailong took a bite of the bottle that was too small to fit between his teeth, and swallowed it whole.

Xuanzang looked at the white dragon who was still very excited after taking the poison, and looked expressionlessly at Cihang who was walking not far away.

"He's so stupid, he's not even one-third as good as that mortal white horse."

Just fed a little bit of poison mixed with his own blood, the white dragon couldn't tell the poison in the blood at all.

"What did you feed it?"

Wooden Fork Walker looked at the red-eyed, high-spirited White Dragon, wondering what he had just fed him.

"A little thing."

The poison he bought from the cannibal is said to be the venom of a cone snail, and one drop is enough to kill 50 people instantly.

The Huasheng Temple gave him a lot of money, enough for him to buy all the venom in the entire Dashi Kingdom caravan.

Then add a drop of your own blood to the venom.

Chen Wei once used blood to save a civet cat that was about to die. Xuanzang also experimented with blood after knowing this.

It's just that he never had a chance to know that a person drank his blood and drank the most powerful poison in the world.

Whether this person will live or die.

The experimenter couldn't find it, but the dragon was a ready-made one.

The poison of the white dragon far away from the water exploded, the whole body of the dragon began to struggle desperately, and its huge tail frantically began to attack everything around it.

Xuanzang dragged his apprentice away with a blank expression, and then saved the white horse that died in the mouth of the white dragon.

As for the little white dragon rolling all over the ground, it was not within the attention of a certain monk.

Across the distance of a white dragon, Cihang looked at the white dragon on the ground, and then at the iron-blooded and ruthless Jin Chanzi opposite, suspecting that he took on this task to find fault for himself.

When Chen Wei woke up, he found that he was riding on horseback, and the Great Sage was walking in front carrying the Ruyi Golden Cudgel. The mountain road was steep, and only the cold wind blew past his cheeks.

"It's so cold, Wukong should stop first, I'll add another dress."

After only a few minutes of waking up, Chen Wei felt that the pores all over his body were erected.

The monkey walking with a stick in front of him suddenly heard the ordinary voice behind him, and the tense atmosphere around him simply dissipated.

Even the air seemed to be a little more flexible, Sun Wukong turned around with the stick on his back and looked up at the mortal master sitting on the back of the white dragon horse, seeing the peaceful black eyes of the other party, he waved the stick in his hand easily and followed he explained.

"I just went to the front to investigate. There is a cave three miles away. It may snow after a while, so we will stay there in advance today."

"Well, listen to you."

The person who rolled over from the horse and landed on the ground accidentally touched the fur of the white horse with his palm leaving the saddle.

"Hey, why is this horse's back so slippery? Have you taken a bath?" The monk, who knew nothing, asked curiously while holding the horse's head.

The author has something to say: Chen Wei: Brother, you are so fierce.

感谢在2021-01-1621:45:32~2021-01-1623:46:41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 who cast the mine: 3 Yimen Gate;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of one, two, three, four, five; 1 bottle of blue light; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!