"Well …" Xuanzang added a little bit of all the condiments that he liked into the clay bowl. He lowered his head and picked up his chopsticks to mix the wild vegetables. When he was almost done, he picked up a piece of Chinese toon with his chopsticks and stuffed it into Wukong's mouth. "Wukong, why did you think of asking this question?

There's salt in the peppers, so I didn't add any. Try to see if you need more salt. "

Wukong was caught off guard when his mouth was stuffed, and his attention was immediately diverted.

He chewed carefully and didn't give any strong opinions. "I don't know. Anyway, it's quite delicious."

"It's especially delicious." After finishing the food in his mouth, he added.

"Then that's it." Xuanzang handed the chopsticks and bowl to Wukong. "Eat."

Wukong took the bowl and looked at Xuanzang's empty hands. "Master, do you want to eat some Chinese toon? It's really fragrant."

Xuanzang smiled. "Wukong, you eat.

Didn't you say that you found a tree?

Master can eat it tomorrow.

You're too thin. You need to eat more. "

Wukong buried his head in the food. The question he threw out dissipated in the spicy and sour aroma of the pickled peppers mixed with the wild vegetables.

At night, Wukong sat cross-legged on the ground to cultivate. Xuanzang was sleeping soundly on the pile of grass that he had spread out on the ground.

His magic power was decreasing faster and faster. He could only cultivate harder every night, hoping to slow down the speed of his magic power.

But no matter how hard he cultivated, his cultivation level was still decreasing steadily.

The path to the Path of Scripture was full of difficulties. There were countless demons and ghosts. He had only accompanied Xuanzang to fight a Black Bear Spirit. They had only walked a little bit on the path to the Path of Scripture. In the future, there would be countless demons waiting for him to defeat. If his magic power couldn't recover, how could he protect Xuanzang?

These days, he had been looking for the reason for the decrease in his cultivation level. But it was the same as the various strange things he had encountered after his rebirth. The decrease in his magic power was as natural as the passing of spring and autumn, as natural as the rising and setting of the sun. It was as if his cultivation level was originally going to decrease slowly … Since he couldn't find the source of the disappearance of his magic power, he could only watch the magic power that he had painstakingly cultivated disappear.

He could only cultivate diligently. During the day, he had to hurry on the road, and Xuanzang was watching over him. He couldn't let Xuanzang know that his magic power had been decreasing, right?

Therefore, he could only concentrate at night after Xuanzang went to bed.

But ever since he left the Five Fingers Mountain, he would fall asleep in the middle of the night, wasting good time.

Wukong opened his eyes in annoyance. He couldn't fall asleep again tonight.

In the past, he would lose consciousness around midnight. Wukong calculated the time and found that it was almost time, so he stopped cultivating.

He was afraid that he would fall asleep at midnight, so he decided to just wait and endure this period of time.

Wukong looked around in boredom.

Although it was night, the mountain was not that dark. The river of stars hung low in the sky, painting the scenery on the ground with a thin layer of starlight.

Looking at the Milky Way in the sky, he suddenly remembered that they were about to pass through the Gaolaozhuang.

Ba Jie Wuneng was the former Marshal Canopy, who was in charge of the Sky River Navy. Although he was often scolded as a "fool" and a "stupid pig" in his previous life, when it came to fighting, he actually had some skills.

Wukong muttered to himself that his cultivation was getting weaker and weaker, and he was a little unsure.

If Wuneng was still guided by Avalokitesvara like in his previous life, it would be fine if he waited here for the sutras. But he did not meet Avalokitesvara at all, and the Little White Dragon's confession also said that he did not know anything about Avalokitesvara or any sutras. He was only able to get Xuanzang involved because of his self-awareness from his previous life.

Without Avalokitesvara to guide Xuanzang along the way, the Little White Dragon naturally became an obstacle on the way. Wukong could not guarantee that the useless pig would have a high level of ideological awareness …

Of course, he also wanted to quickly assemble a five-person team for the sutras, but the Little White Dragon was the first to betray him. Without Avalokitesvara's assistance, he did not know how many accidents he would encounter when he went to subdue Canopy in the lower realm.

His magical power was now weak, and he was not in a good state. If he failed to recruit a disciple and lost his master instead, that would be terrible.

Wukong thought about it and finally decided to simply take Xuanzang around the Gaolaozhuang first, and wait for his magical power to recover before coming back to investigate the guy's background.

Temporarily admitting defeat was for the sake of the long-term plan. The Victorious Fighting Buddha did not want to lower himself to the level of a stupid pig.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha fell asleep.

Wukong knew that Xuanzang was a man of universal love. If Xuanzang knew about the Gaolaozhuang, who knew what kind of trouble he would cause. After all, the old man was someone who would pack pots and pans overnight and deliver them to the enemy's doorstep to heal their wounds.

Wukong was frightened by Xuanzang's terrifying ability to execute orders. In order to avoid encountering the two servants of the Gaolaozhuang who came out to look for the monk and the Taoist priest, he deliberately took Xuanzang along a small path with the excuse that there was a cliff in front. They went around the Gaolaozhuang and Canopy's old nest, Yunzhan Cave, who had named himself Ganglio Suis, and turned into another mountain.

However, he did not expect that they would plunge into a fairy's nest.