Chapter 16

Xuanzang was too embarrassed to ride the Little White Dragon, so the Little White Dragon simply transformed into a human form to accompany him. Like Bajie Wujing, it followed Xuanzang to study scriptures, and at other times …

The rest of the time, it followed Wukong and looked at him with a worshipful and docile gaze, because it admired Wukong from the bottom of its heart.

It was not noisy, and answered Wukong's questions more often. When Wukong went to beg alms, it followed him. In short, it did not leave for a moment.

Because of it, Xuanzang had not spoken to Wukong for a few days.

Usually, the Monkey King took care of his food, clothing, housing, and transportation. He would often ask "Are you hungry?" or "Are you tired?" and would carry him on his back. The Little White Dragon would also ask him about it. It was a hundred times more gentle and meticulous than Wukong. He was of noble birth and considered things very comprehensively. Since Wukong's job was taken away by him, he simply opened the way and did not even ask for his master's permission.

Xuanzang felt uncomfortable as if something had been robbed, but he was his master and an eminent monk who had cultivated Buddhism since childhood. This kind of emotion was not right, so he could only endure it in his heart.

The Little White Dragon was very good, almost perfect. When Wukong went to beg alms, he would only give him a bowl of rice, and the Little White Dragon would even give him dishes. It could be said that the Little White Dragon was his first dream disciple.

But now, he suddenly did not want such a perfect disciple. He would rather have a strange one. At least it would not stick to Wukong and cause him to alienate Wukong like never before.

Although the Little White Dragon could not be considered a disciple, it was only a servant.

Xuanzang was still silently swallowing his bitterness. Wukong, on the other hand, was bursting with dissatisfaction. He was much more restrained now and would not beat or scold people to force them to obey him. However, when the Little White Dragon followed him again, he said, "The Third Prince, Bodhisattva saved you from the Heavenly Axiom's death and asked you to protect Master's safety on his journey to the West?"

The Little White Dragon was astute and immediately understood what he meant. He frowned and said, "No, he only ordered me to be his leg strength."

Without waiting for Wukong to say anything, he turned into a white horse and whinnied softly.

Wukong glanced at Xuanzang, who couldn't even walk steadily, and simply said, "Ride it."

There was no room for doubt.

Xuanzang: "…"

This time, he climbed onto the horse's back, regardless of whether it was a human or a dragon.

In fact, he had the same intention, but he was too embarrassed to say it.

In this way, the journey was much faster. After leaving the wilderness, there was the smell of smoke and fire gradually. After a while, they saw the city.

Thinking that they had been in the wilderness all the way, now there was finally a lively place, Xuanzang sighed in his heart. Looking at the city, he missed Chang 'an.

According to the description of the people's houses along the way, this should be the Wuji Kingdom.

When they entered the city, it was a bustling scene. The people were harmonious and were not surprised by this group of people. They just looked at them a few more times and did not pay special attention. Xuanzang was relieved. There should be no monsters here.

This was also the first time he was going to exchange customs documents with the monarch. He could not help but be a little nervous and curious about the difference between other countries.

Fortunately, in a country where the people were happy, the ruler would also be wise and readily agreed to his request. Xuanzang did not wait long before he entered the court with his disciples to exchange customs documents.

To his surprise, the King of Wuji Kingdom looked very young, about 30 years old. He looked dignified and dignified. Hearing that he was a monk from the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Land, the King looked at him several times and finally smiled. "It turns out to be the Holy Monk from Shangbang. Since you can come here, you must have some skills. Recently, I have been worried about something. I hope the Holy Monk can give me some advice."

Xuanzang hurriedly said, "I have little talent and knowledge. If Your Majesty needs it, I will try my best.

May I know what it is? "

The King said, "It's late today. Holy Monk, why don't you rest early and stay for a few days? Naturally, there will be plenty of time to discuss."

Xuanzang thanked him. The King personally sent him to the arranged bedroom and suddenly asked in a low voice, "When does the Holy Monk go to bed at night?"

Xuanzang was a little confused. "When it's dark …"

The King smiled and left without saying anything.

Xuanzang looked at Wukong helplessly and wanted to ask him if he was a monster. "What does he want to do?"

Wukong just looked at him and smiled. "Master, Buddhism is boundless. The King cares about you and wants to discuss Buddhism with you in your dream. Why don't you go and prepare?"

Xuanzang was ashamed and annoyed. "What are you talking about?"

The four of them all had their own rooms. He ignored Wukong and went back to his room to sleep after doing the evening class with Bajie Wujing.

Xuanzang lay alone on the gorgeous and soft bed and was a little nervous. The King should not be a monster. After all, how could a monster be the monarch of a country? But why did he ask him about his sleeping time?

Did he also hear about immortality? A human being actually wanted to eat human flesh?!

He began to feel scared. What was more terrifying than a monster was that his own kind also wanted to eat him. He was so scared that he wanted to go and find Wukong.

The darkness was terrifying. He was torn between getting out of bed and not moving.

At this moment, the closed door opened and a figure seemed to flash in.

Xuanzang, "!!!" Here it comes!

Secret murder!

It must be a conspiracy to separate the disciples so that he could not call for help.

He should have decisively gone to find Wukong just now!

The figure flashed and came to the bedside in the blink of an eye. Xuanzang screamed and buried his head in the quilt, shivering. He felt that he would be cut a few times through the quilt.

There was no movement outside. After a while, he heard Wukong's voice, "Master, when did you develop the habit of sleeping?

Aren't you afraid of being bored? "

Xuanzang, "…"

It was a false alarm.

He pulled down the quilt and revealed his head. He said angrily, "You didn't say anything to scare me."

But he was a coward. After he finished speaking, he moved in a little and signaled Wukong to sleep with him.

Wukong touched his bald head and felt his hand was sweaty. It seemed that he was bored to death.

When the bed beside him sank and there was one more person, Xuanzang finally felt at ease. He turned over and hugged Wukong's waist. "Do you find it strange too?"

Wukong grunted but did not say what was strange. "Go to sleep. It's fine now."

Xuanzang had not been close to him for many days. At this moment, he felt very satisfied and happy. He could not sleep and only called out his name, "Wukong."

"Speak."

Xuanzang said, "I'm just shouting."

Wukong said, "If you can't sleep, read two chapters of the scriptures."

Xuanzang said, "I was scared by you just now and forgot everything. I only remember one chapter in my mind."

Wukong said casually, "Then read what you remember."

Xuanzang sighed. "There's only this' Band Tightening Spell 'left."

Wukong was angry and amused at the same time. He pulled his hand away. "How long has it been since I last saw you? You're getting more and more stupid.

Hmm? You don't know any lies?

Don't you look like an eminent monk? "

"I'm not an eminent monk." Xuanzang pulled his hand back and said seriously, "I'm just a monk."

Wukong said, "Otherwise, how can you be a Taoist?"

Xuanzang hugged him again. "Wukong, Wukong, Wukong."

Wukong was helpless. He held his hand. "What do you want?"

"Let's talk."

Wukong said, "You talk, I'm listening."

Xuanzang said, "Today, Wujing said his clothes were torn and wanted me to make tiger skin clothes for him."

Wukong replied, "I'll catch two tomorrow. Is that enough?

Do you have any requirements for the color? "

"No." Xuanzang said, "Are your clothes torn?

Do you want to fix it? "

"No."

Xuanzang said, "But I thought of a problem. When I made it for you, I neglected it. You didn't scold me."

Wukong had worn it for so long and did not find anything wrong with it. He asked, "What?"