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

Xiao Bailong, who had just been beaten by the society in the morning, heard the new master's questioning. His first reaction was that he thought he was dirty and rolled on the spot. He quickly and lightly moved the luggage on his back in order. Put it on the ground, lower your horse's head and apologize; "Master, wait a moment, the cave is ahead, after I send you there, go take a bath immediately!"

"It's such a cold day, I don't want it." Chen Wei raised his head, looked at the pure white snowflakes falling in the sky, grabbed a snowflake and shuddered, and patted the white horse whose hair became glossy and slippery: " Wait until the weather clears before washing, and you're clean as you are now."

He pushed away a little white hair on the horse's back with his hand, the hair was clean under the hair, even if Xuanzang was here, he had no excuse to dislike the dirty horse.

"Let's go, this snowflake is getting bigger and bigger."

Seeing the snowflakes falling, Wukong has reflexively gone to pick up dry grass and firewood on the ground, and prepares to light it in the cave for a while.

"Let's go, I'll come too."

The monks wearing monk's robes heard that they didn't need any more clothes, so they hurriedly picked up firewood with the Great Sage. The snow was huge, and when they entered the cave with the firewood, there was already a thin layer of snowflakes on the ground.

Chen Wei found out his fire pocket, lit the fire, rummaged through his winter clothes tremblingly, took out his sleeping blanket after putting it on, wrapped himself from head to calf, and squatted beside the fire After drying my icy fingers for a while, I felt warm all over my body.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, Xiao Bailong neatly and honestly took the initiative to tidy up those suitcases, and then pushed them to the corner of the cave one by one in an orderly manner, so as to prevent people from being inconvenient when they walked around.

The person hugging the blanket and warming himself by the fire saw this scene from the corner of his eye, and his black eyes widened in surprise: "Is this horse mature? It can even pack its luggage!"

Wukong, who was making doughnuts with a tree branch, silently took out the monk's diary.

Indicate that he had better read the above content first, and then speak after reading.

Chen Wei caught the diary without knowing it, and opened it to the latest page.

"The white horse was eaten by a dragon, and I captured the dragon as a white horse."

In less than twenty characters, that is all that Xuanzang wrote to him.

Chen Wei turned to the next page in disbelief, it was blank, without a single word, and if he turned forward, there was nothing new.

Is this guy's diary going to say the scariest thing in the fewest words?

The monk squatting by the fire threw away the diary in his hand, ran to the white horse, looked at this extraordinarily well-behaved tall horse, and touched its head with some guilt: "I'm sorry, I was too angry when I got up during the day. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Obviously he and Xuanzang are ordinary mortals, and he doesn't know how that guy caught this little white dragon.

"He gave the dragon the most powerful poison in the world. After the Nanhai Guanshiyin Bodhisattva saved the little white dragon, he turned it into a white horse to repay the karma."

The voice of Sun Wukong's explanation floated in the air above the cave.

Chen Wei felt that his head was about to start hurting. There were a bunch of unnamed bottles and cans in that guy's luggage. He was curious and asked what they were before, but Xuanzang said that they were just some small items.

Making a dragon into the cute look it is now, is it called a small item?

What a dragon, he hasn't seen a real dragon yet.

"Then can you still become a dragon now? Can I take another look at your original body?"

I don't know what the little white dragon in the dragon body looks like, but the person standing beside the white horse already has an expression of can't wait.

"Forgive me, master, but the crossbone of the little white dragon has been removed by the Bodhisattva, and he will be a white horse in this life until he succeeds in the Western Paradise."

Xiao Bailong's explanation made the corners of the mouths of the people who were waiting to see the real dragon twitch, and they almost wanted to punch someone.

Such an obedient dragon, how could he beat it with his hands.

In order to express his apology, someone went to the suitcase and found a bottle of golden sore medicine he knew, as well as some pills that were said to have the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and stuffed them all into Xiao Bailong.

"Eat it, although I don't know how much it will help you gods, but it must hurt to take out a bone."

Hearing that the entire transverse bone was taken out, Chen Wei already felt the pain in his back, and directly stuffed a handful of medicine into its mouth.

Little Bailong, who had never experienced hardship since he was a child, looked at the mortal master in front of him with a concerned face, and recalled all the pain he had suffered during the day.

The dark horse eyes began to cry. As the third prince of Ao Run Dragon King, he had never experienced hardship since he was a child.

It's just that when her life was in danger, she was rescued by Guanyin Bodhisattva of the South China Sea. She said that she was going to find a Buddhist pilgrim, and hoped that she could be the mount of that pilgrim in the future.

From then on, the little white dragon waited in the Yingshou steep gorge to repay his kindness. Only when he was very hungry, he would go ashore to eat some birds or roe deer.

He had been hungry for too long yesterday, and when he woke up from the depths of the stream, he saw a white horse by the bank.

That's why he rushed ashore without even thinking about it, and swallowed the white horse in one gulp.

Only then did he have a day when life would be worse than death. In the end, he was cut out by saw horns and became the mount of this mortal monk.

After listening to the whole process, Chen Wei hugged its horse's head in shame and carefully wiped its tears; "I'm sorry, I promise you, I won't treat you like that in the future as long as you don't eat indiscriminately."

Xiao Bailong couldn't believe what this man said, so he could only cry silently.

It was the first time Chen Wei saw a horse crying so badly, and his eyes drifted towards the Great Sage holding the horse's head for help.

"I heard that the dragon liquid of Yulong will become wisdom when it falls to the ground, and the dragon essence will turn into ginseng when it falls to the ground. My grandson doesn't know what tears will turn into when they fall on the ground."

The person who was hugging the horse's head to comfort him subconsciously looked down at his clothes and the position under his feet.

"No, I didn't see anything."

The monkey lying on the boulder stretched its head innocently with both hands: "It must be a fake cry, and what came out was only water, or maybe the snow just melted."

The human standing in front of the horse's head looked suspiciously at the little white dragon who suddenly stopped crying.

The other party opened his horse's eyes and said with a sob: "Master, my bones hurt so much."

"It still hurts, so do you want to take medicine? Or do you want Buddha Light?"

As soon as he heard the pain from the other party, Chen Wei thought that the other party was intact on the surface, but in fact the dragon's horns had been sawed off, and the transverse bones had also been removed.

It doesn't matter even if it's fake crying to cheat oneself of sympathy.

He generously stretched out his palm, stroked its horse's head, felt the soft touch in his palm, and generously let it absorb his own Buddha's light.

After Xiaobailong absorbed his Buddha's light, his expression relaxed, and Chen Wei picked up his diary to criticize someone again.

The person who ate two pieces of hot bread was full of energy and wrote two pages of content on the paper.

The next morning, the monk curled up in the middle of the horse's belly lifted the blanket covering his eyebrows, and what fell into sight was a brown monkey's head.

Wukong, who was dozing off on the rock, immediately opened his eyes. Seeing the other person's expression after waking up, he got up and went out to pick up a pile of snow and came back.

I boiled some hot water with the fragmented earthen pots in the cave, and went to find the remaining dry food from the luggage.

Xuanzang stood up, looked at the little white dragon behind him who had been leaning on him all night, bent down calmly, picked up the blanket on the ground and folded it.

The little white horse didn't dare to move all night, and when he closed his eyes, all the scenes from yesterday's day appeared in front of his eyes.

In the middle of the night, I didn't want to sleep anymore, so I just opened my eyes and looked at the bonfire. The human body lying on the belly exuded a warm mist and Buddha light, and the pain of the bone-pulling little white dragon who had been inhaled all night was mostly healed.

After seeing that the other party folded the blanket, he actively took the blanket over with the horse's mouth, and then stuffed it into the suitcase in the corner.

Standing on the ground with all four limbs, the white dragon horse with only its head could move clumsily but worked hard to clean up the cave where they lived for a night.

After Master Datang had breakfast, he stood outside the cave early, raising his horse's head energetically and waiting for him to come out to ride.

"Master, the light of Buddha on your body is so strong, you must have been the reincarnation of a Buddha in your previous life."

This is the first time he has seen the light of merit and virtue on a mortal, so thick that it has been atomized.

Without one hundred thousand supreme merits, I am afraid that we cannot do it.

Xuanzang got on his horse, pulled the rein expressionlessly and looked at the white horse talking a lot under him, "Quiet."

After a night of self-comfort and psychological counseling, Xiao Bailong has accepted that he is a white horse, and even decided to get along well with this mortal master.

Walking in the wind and snow, the mountain road is steep, and the wind blows from all sides, the little white dragon with the people on its back weeps in the wind.

The author has something to say: Bai Longma: The tenderness of last night was fake after all.

感谢在2021-01-1623:46:41~2021-01-1721:19:25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: 1 Yimen Gate;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Maimaibuyi; 5 bottles of Liangmoruhua; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!