Wukong followed Xuanzang all the way to the west. After walking for two days, they encountered jackals and wolves twice and a tiger once.

The original tiger was killed by Wukong with a stick and skinned to make a tiger apron. But now, Wukong had a heart of compassion for all living things. When he met the brave tiger, he only used a little divine power to scare it to the point that it fell to the ground. Then, he took Xuanzang and left.

As they walked, Wukong began to consider the possibility of catching a mount for Xuanzang first. Looking at Xuanzang's feet, which were worn out on his straw sandals, he felt really bad!

But Xuanzang refused. The reason was still the same as before: How can I make other creatures lose their happiness for my own happiness?

Wukong felt that his master was right. In the end, he had to make a difficult decision: Anyway, it was only four or five days before the Little White Dragon appeared. Let him become a mount or something first, Tuo Yi Tuo!

But Xuanzang also refused Wukong's kindness. With a serious face, he said, "Wukong, what kind of person do you think I am?

I am your master, how can I ride you?

Even if I walk until my feet are rotten and die of exhaustion, I still won't ride you! "

Wukong was helpless. He could only pick some herbs to apply on his feet and often help him walk.

Xuanzang refused him a few times, but he couldn't get rid of him. In the end, he could only let him support him.

On this day, they climbed over a mountain and walked along the mountain path for a long time. They came to a waterside. Wukong put down his luggage and went to the waterside to get water. He carelessly filled a leather bag with water. He lifted his foot to walk, but saw his own shadow in the water.

Sun Wukong's shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow as always. His momentum was soaring to the sky, but was he missing something?

Wukong first thought of the white tiger, then remembered that he seemed to have taken the tiger's skin and tied it to his master's clothes?

Then, he immediately remembered that this happened in the house of an old man with the surname Chen …

What happened?

Had everything changed after starting all over again?

Not to mention that his master walked to the Two Worlds Mountain without a horse, even Liu Boqin, who was supposed to escort him to the Five Fingers Mountain was nowhere to be seen. The most important Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara also didn't show up.

Wukong thought to himself....... was the Golden Circlet because he had always been obedient and served his master without any rebellious thoughts?

If he didn't abandon Xuanzang halfway to drink at the Old Dragon King's place, Bodhisattva naturally wouldn't have the chance to show up and give Xuanzang the Golden Circlet … However, in his previous life, the first rebellious thoughts arose because he killed a group of robbers after leaving Old Chen's house and was blamed by his master. Now that Old Chen and the robbers didn't show up, he shouldn't be blamed.

Sigh, forget about the Golden Circlet. It's fine if it's gone. He was now wholeheartedly protecting his master to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures, so he didn't have any rebellious thoughts. There was no need to worry about him and Xuanzang having different opinions, because Wukong didn't kill now. He couldn't even think about beating the White Bone Demon thrice. If the White Bone Demon appeared, Wukong might even reason with the Madam of Bones.

However, the previous unforeseen event had become a shadow hovering in Wukong's heart. Bodhisattva didn't show up, and Xuanzang also came late. He was really worried that the White Dragon Horse would cause trouble!

But where exactly did the problem go wrong?

No matter how he thought about it, Wukong still couldn't figure it out. He didn't know where the problem was, so he could only be secretly vigilant, afraid that some unexpected monster would appear and capture his pitiful master who didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken.

While Wukong was secretly nervous, the master and disciple walked for another two days and finally saw the cliffs on both sides of the river. The sky was high and the stream was deep.

The quiet pool reflected the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, so clear that it was as if a sky had grown out of the pool. No wonder it was said that this was the Worried Eagle Stream. When the birds passed by the Worried Eagle Stream and saw their own shadows below, they would foolishly think that the ones in the water were their companions and directly fly into the water.

They finally arrived at the place where the Little White Dragon was, but this time Xuanzang was missing a horse. It seemed that the Little White Dragon also had one less reason to come out and meet Xuanzang.

Fortunately, Wukong was doing it all over again. He knew that the free high-quality leg power that had been enlightened by the Bodhisattva was living below. He couldn't help but ask Xuanzang to stop by the stream.

He tidied up a clean rock for Xuanzang and helped Xuanzang to sit down. He asked him to rest at the side while he walked to the water's edge and raised his hands to his mouth like a trumpet and shouted, "Little White Dragon, we are Tang Monk who is going to the Western Paradise to retrieve the Buddhist scriptures. The person you want to carry is here, quickly come out!"

However, the Worried Eagle Stream was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. In the huge space, there wasn't even the sound of birds or insects.

Wukong's heart couldn't help but be in suspense.

Wukong called the Little White Dragon a few times but to no avail. He gradually became impatient. In a hurry, he took out a stick and flew to the top of the Worried Eagle Stream. He picked up the stick and pounded it into the water.

However, he didn't see any movement even after pounding it for a long time. The Bodhisattva didn't appear and the Little White Dragon didn't make any sound either.

Wukong had always been bad at swimming. If he were to go into the water to look for it, he wouldn't be able to find anything.

At this time, the sky was turning dark. If Wukong and Xuanzang really wanted to leave, they could still walk for a few hours. Wukong was naturally anxious to quickly retrieve the scriptures and end this matter. However, he took into account Xuanzang's pair of feet that were both good and bad, and the Little White Dragon that he didn't know where to go. He still chose to rest on the spot and continue the journey tomorrow.

The dry rations in Xuanzang's traveling bag were almost finished. Wukong flew into the sky and looked for them for a long time. However, he still couldn't find anyone in this deep mountain.

His Somersault Cloud could cover a hundred and eight thousand miles. However, there were many demons in this deep mountain forest. If he really flew away with the Somersault Cloud, he was afraid that his master would have become a soup of bones by the time he returned.

Wukong was worried about Xuanzang's safety. He didn't dare to fly far away to beg for alms. He only went to the cliff to pick fruits.

However, in this cold winter, where would there be any fruits for him to pick?

He had been a Buddha for so long that he actually forgot all about these mortal matters. He searched the mountains for a while and found nothing.

However, Wukong had already boasted in front of his master. He didn't give Xuanzang a chance to speak and said, "Master, don't worry. I'll be back soon."

Xuanzang's words were blocked in his mouth. Now that he thought about it, he probably wanted to remind him that there were no fruits to pick in the cold winter.

However, it was too late to regret now. The Victorious Fighting Buddha would never take back his words. He could only pitifully circle in the sky, occasionally looking to see if his master was still there.

Wukong was distressed for a while. In the end, he was attracted by the two mice on the ground.

At first, he thought, 'My master is starving, yet you, a little mouse, are still so fat and strong, so glossy and slippery. How hateful!'

Then, he thought about the arrival of winter. Most of these small animals would store food in advance to survive the winter …

Could it be that the Victorious Fighting Buddha was going to snatch the food of these little creatures?

No, he couldn't!

Could it be that he wanted to watch his master starve?

He had also eaten his master's food!

No, he couldn't!

Wukong fell into an unprecedented dilemma.

… …

In the end, Wukong couldn't bear it and searched all the caves in the Agonizing Eagle Stream.

Wukong and his master ate until they were full.

Winter had arrived. Wukong was worried that Xuanzang's feet would be frostbitten at night. At night, he covered Xuanzang's feet to sleep.

Xuanzang felt that his feet were frozen?

He didn't agree. However, Wukong said that it was winter. They were deep in the mountains and there was no place to shelter them from the cold. If he didn't cover his feet, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to walk and would only freeze to death in the mountains.

Xuanzang listened and couldn't refute. He could only let him be.

Wukong had been sleeping little since he became a Buddha. He didn't expect that he would be sleepy after returning. He kept watch until the end of the night and always fell asleep unconsciously.

When he woke up the next day, he realized that he had fallen asleep again.

Fortunately, there was a pressure on his body that deterred ordinary beasts from getting close. He also covered Xuanzang's feet and fell asleep. He was not worried that Xuanzang would be captured by some mountain spirits or monsters.

When night fell, Wukong started a fire by the water.

He then tidied up a clean area by the fire and placed some dry grass on top of it before inviting Xuanzang to lie down.

Xuanzang fell asleep. Wukong began to check his mana.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his mana seemed to be less than two days ago. The mana consumed when he rode the cloud today seemed to be more strenuous than yesterday.

Wukong thought about it and gradually crossed his legs. He couldn't sit upright. With Xuanzang's feet in his arms, he reluctantly got into a posture and began to cultivate.

The night at Eagle Grieving Stream was very cold. In the latter half of the night, the fire that Wukong started was extinguished by a gust of wind.

Wukong operated the endless mana in his body, attracting the spiritual energy between heaven and earth into his body. Then, with his original mana, it went to every corner of his body and dispersed. He absorbed it again, circulated it again and dispersed it again … His mana gradually recovered and his heart gradually calmed down.

Unknowingly, Wukong fell asleep.

This was the first dream he had after coming back here.

He dreamed of Mount Huaguo.

Wukong really rarely dreamed.

People say that what one thinks in the day, one dreams at night. However, Wukong had always thought very little. He had always done something on the spot when something came to his mind. He wouldn't leave himself any regrets … Oh, he seemed to have remembered wrongly. That was him from a long time ago.

That was him before he became a Buddha.

After becoming a Buddha, without the nagging of the immortals and Buddhas, everyone looked at the Victorious Fighting Buddha with a relieved gaze and treated him as a member of the Western Sky Group of the Heavenly Court. Naturally, they were less guarded against him and fewer disputes.

Wukong had to admit that after he became a Buddha, his life in Mount Huaguo was really good.

A stable life, a harmonious life, the life of the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

He also couldn't be bothered to hate or care anymore.

He managed the small Mount Huaguo well. The monkeys and grandchildren were all happy. The flowers and plants were all intact. How good was that?

Yes, the creatures of Mount Huaguo didn't kill and should be vegetarian.

However, after becoming a Buddha, he had even fewer things to think about.

Therefore, he really rarely dreamed.

He still remembered that in his short few thousand years of monkey life, the first time he dreamed was in Patriarch Bodhi's Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars. At that time, he also dreamed of Mount Huaguo. However, he dreamed that the monkeys of Mount Huaguo had all died of old age.

But this time, he dreamed of … the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals invading Mount Huaguo?

Haha, that's old news. He got along very well with the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals. Now, there was no need for both sides to fight.

Wukong went forward to mediate the fight.

He naturally sided with Mount Huaguo, so he went to persuade the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals first.

He went forward with a smile and cupped his hands at the leader, Heavenly King Li, only to find that Heavenly King Li had directly walked past him and led the soldiers behind him to attack his monkeys.

He hurriedly shouted, "Stop fighting!" However, no one answered him.

"No!" Wukong shouted and woke up from his nightmare.

He subconsciously touched the leg in his arms, only to find that there was nothing in his arms.