Chapter 12

"Touch it, then you won't be afraid."

Zhen Yuanzi held Xuanzang's hand and slowly walked towards the White Dragon Horse. The White Dragon Horse meekly lowered its head and even took the initiative to rub against Xuanzang.

Xuanzang tried his best to calm his mind and stroked the ordinary horse a few times. However, Zhen Yuanzi paused and turned his head to look behind him.

Xuanzang took the opportunity to withdraw his hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhen Yuanzi said, "Your disciples are here."

Xuanzang was delighted and wanted to ask, "Is Wukong here too?", but then he heard the other say, "Young people are a little impetuous."

After saying this, he didn't wait for Xuanzang to respond and took him to another courtyard.

The three of them were all there. Wukong also brought him a horse as promised. It was a snow-white horse, just like the one he lost. Unfortunately, he had never touched it, ridden it, or seen its complete appearance.

All he saw was a body lying in a pool of blood with its head separated from its body. Wujing grabbed a bloody piece of horse meat and gnawed on it. Ba Jie made a fire and roasted a piece of horse meat. As he roasted it, he nagged Wujing, "Third Brother, don't always eat raw food. It's not good for your body.

After eating cooked food, you won't miss raw food. Come and try my cooking. I made it for Cuilan many times in the past. "

Wujing was eating happily. When he heard "Cuilan" about to explode, he fiercely glared at him and didn't say anything.

Wukong stood in the shadow of the corner. His head was lowered and his expression couldn't be seen clearly. He was bored to death as he kicked the poor horse's head.

If this was a desolate mountain, he wouldn't say anything. After all, he was more lenient towards his disciples. However, this was a tranquil place of Taoism, a place where immortals lived. It was not only a waste but also an insult if it was stained with blood, slaughter, and fireworks.

Xuanzang couldn't believe his eyes. His face was even paler than when he met the dragon just now, and he suddenly lost his vitality.

What he could not understand even more was why he had to kill the horses that Wukong had brought to him and share them with him.

Obviously, without Wukong's permission, the other two didn't have the guts to do so. Perhaps he was the one who took the lead.

As the host, Zhen Yuanzi was expressionless. He even asked Xuanzang with a smile, "What should we do?"

Xuanzang came to his senses and bowed to him, apologizing, "It's all my fault for not disciplining my disciple properly. My disciple was not sensible enough and caused such a disaster. I … can you let me go?"

When his feet touched the ground, Xuanzang hurriedly ran towards his disciples. He stopped a few feet away from the blood flowing from the horse's corpse. "How can you be so presumptuous in the land of immortals?"

He was talking to the three of them, but his eyes were looking at Wukong. He knew who was the leader.

Ba Jie and Wujing consciously put down the horse meat. They raised their heads and looked past him to Zhen Yuanzi behind him.

Wukong was still leaning against the corner of the wall. He didn't move at all. The atmosphere around him was gloomy. "Wujing is hungry. I found food for him."

Wujing choked. No, he wasn't hungry. He was trying to be a vegetarian.

Xuan Xue acutely sensed his depression. He didn't understand the reason, so he could only say, "Wujing is a vegetarian. You shouldn't encourage his old habits.

Moreover, this is not a reason for you to kill.

You … have committed a grave sin. "

"I killed so many tigers and demons, but you didn't say a word of sin." Wukong sneered and finally looked at him. "Do you think they should be sacrificed for you?

That you don't need to be cruel, murderous, and sinful? "

Xuanzang was speechless. He didn't expect him to suddenly attack him. It was as if he had returned to the first day they met. The person who accompanied him to watch the moon and fed him hazelnuts was a completely different person.

What was wrong with him?

Xuanzang felt wronged. He whispered, "Didn't you say you would buy me a horse?

Why did you kill it? "

"You were dreaming." Wukong glanced at the horse's corpse. "I got it by chance. I gave it to Third Brother."

Wujing: No, he didn't know about this at all.

Xuanzang was so shocked that tears welled up in his eyes. He took a minute to let the wind blow away the tears in his eyes so that he wouldn't choke. "You've done something wrong. Clean this place up and apologize to the great deity."

Wukong was targeting him, but he didn't understand why.

The horse's corpse and the blood flowing out of it were like an insurmountable gap. Xuanzang couldn't walk over and talk to him face to face.

The Monkey King stared at Zhen Yuanzi. The latter stood far away, watching the master and disciple quarrel.

The more he looked, the angrier he felt. He felt that the other party was an eyesore. He became even more impatient with Xuanzang. "No."

Xuanzang's voice had a hint of sobbing. "You don't repent. I'm going to chant the spell."

"Chant."

"I'm going to chant."

"Chant."

Xuanzang's eyes welled up with tears again. He bit his lips hard to stop them from falling. He didn't even dare to blink, but he still didn't chant.

After a while, he sighed and said softly, "I know. You're still dissatisfied with me. In that case, you can go wherever you want. Don't force yourself. After all, I don't deserve to be your master."

"Okay."

Wukong put the Jingu Bang on his shoulder and turned around, leaving only his back view. He whispered, "Boring."

He disappeared with a Somersault Cloud.

Xuanzang was completely drained of energy. He asked the other two, "What about Ba Jie and Wujing?"

Ba Jie expressed his loyalty. "I'll follow you forever, master."

Wujing also said, "I'll listen to you, master."

"That's good."

Xuanzang squatted in front of the horse's corpse and said weakly, "Clean this place up and apologize to the great immortal."

He wanted to wipe the blood, but he didn't have the tools.

Zhen Yuanzi walked over and said gently, "I'll help you."

He raised his hand and summoned a gust of wind. The horse's head and corpse were taken away along with the blood. The courtyard was clean and restored to its original state.

Xuanzang stared blankly at the place where the horse's corpse was. He turned his head and couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat. He didn't even touch it.

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Xuanzang lay on the table, his finger scratching on the table. "Ba Jie Wujing, are you dissatisfied with me too?"

Wujing was chewing on boiled vegetables. He frowned so hard that he could kill a mosquito. "From the day Avalokitesvara ordered me to follow you, I swore that I would listen to you. Master is everything."

Xuanzang was flattered.

"Master, I'm not dissatisfied with you at all. In fact, I like you very much. I mean the kind of respect." Ba Jie said, "But I feel that it's unfair for Big Brother."

Xuanzang immediately looked up at him. "Why is it unfair?"

Ba Jie wanted to say something, but stopped.

Xuanzang said softly, "I just don't understand. What did I do wrong?

Was he unhappy when I asked him to buy a horse? "

Ba Jie said, "Master, you didn't do anything wrong. It's his fault." He was rarely serious. "We saw … the Longma that Zhen Yuan gave you."

"He didn't give it to me." Xuanzang was slightly surprised and corrected him. "The White Dragon is the same as you. It was taught by Bodhisattva."

"That's because Zhen Yuan did him a favor."

Ba Jie said, "Big Brother worked hard for a night, but it's not even one-thousandth of what he did. He's so proud and arrogant. It's inevitable that he felt it was unfair. That's why he threw a tantrum."

Xuanzang looked at his teacup thoughtfully. He found it unbelievable. "Why is he so petty?"

Ba Jie smiled. "Master, you'll understand when you experience it."

Xuanzang couldn't refute. Indeed, he was far behind his disciples in terms of age and experience.

This kind of feeling … maybe he did, maybe he didn't.

Knowing that he liked ginseng fruits, Zhen Yuanzi arranged for him to live near the ginseng fruit tree. At night, Xuanzang couldn't sleep thinking about it. He quietly put on his clothes and went to see the ginseng fruits.

The wind was cool and the moon was bright, and the courtyard was full of a strange fragrance.

He didn't know what kind of flower it was, but it was faintly elegant, and more tempting than the fragrance.

Xuanzang gently pushed open the door of the garden where the ginseng fruit tree was planted. He heard the leaves rustling in the wind, and saw the golden light dancing under the moon.

The wind seemed to be a little strong, and the leaves were shaking violently. He didn't know if it was caused by the ginseng fruits playing games and hiding.

… They weren't playing games. They were running away.

There seemed to be a figure moving in the tree. Xuanzang walked closer and observed it again and again. There was indeed a person hiding there.

A small ginseng fruit jumped in front of him for help. He picked it up, but the rest couldn't escape and were eaten.

Xuanzang hugged the small ginseng fruit and trembled with anger. "Wukong?!"

The Monkey King turned his head, revealing half of his face. He glanced at him indifferently and continued to eat the ginseng fruit in his hand.

Xuanzang watched as the baby ginseng fruit was sucked into his stomach. The Band Tightening Spell spun on the tip of his tongue several times, but it didn't jump out.

After the Monkey King finished eating, he jumped down from the tree and asked, "Do you want to chant?"

Xuanzang just stared at him in a daze.

He asked again, "Do you want to chant?

If not, I'm leaving. "

"Go, I don't want to see you anymore." Xuanzang hugged the remaining ginseng fruit tightly, and his tears finally fell down.

The Monkey King said, "Oh, I think so too."

Xuanzang's heart was about to break. He was at a loss and in pain.

Xuanzang didn't know whether he left or not, because he was knocked unconscious.

Zhen Yuanzi picked up the unconscious Xuanzang and saw Wukong's pupils shrink. "You want to leave after eating my ginseng fruit?"

Wukong just looked at Xuanzang in his arms and didn't say anything, holding the Jingu Bang in his hand.

Zhen Yuanzi smiled slightly. "Even if you were at your peak, you might not be able to fight with me, let alone now.

That band is very heavy, isn't it? "

Wukong was still expressionless. He didn't find his words strange.

Xuanzang's immortality had been spread all over the world. It was only a matter of time before people found out that his magical power was weakened.

"I'm naturally happy that you left the Golden Cicada. It's also a skill to make him angry." Zhen Yuanzi said, "Unfortunately, you're controlled by Avalokitesvara and can't leave him."

"I can help you leave without any worries." Zhen Yuanzi said calmly.

Wukong understood what he meant and looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze. "You won't help me for no reason. What's in it for you?"

"Of course there's a benefit."

Zhen Yuanzi smiled. "Everything in the world, a slight change in one part will affect the whole. Once your fate changes, the Golden Cicada won't need to become a Buddha, and there will be no obstacles between me and him."

With Xuanzang in his arms, Wukong spoke half-heartedly. However, under Ba Jie's influence, Wukong still understood what was going on.