Chapter 17

Not getting a response, Xuanzang looked up at him, but Wukong touched his head and asked, "Master, where's your hair?"

Xuanzang was stunned and said matter-of-factly, "I shaved it." Then he realized that Wukong's tail was also …

"Did you shave the hair on your tail too?"

Wukong: "…" He turned his back to Xuanzang. "You'd better chant the Band Tightening Spell, Master."

Xuanzang was delighted. It seemed that this was a tacit agreement. So he touched the general area of the tail, but couldn't find anything. He was very puzzled. "Did you hide it?

Where did you hide it?

How did you hide it? "

Wukong quickly held his hand. "Why are you so annoying?"

Xuanzang said sadly, "I thought you meant to show it to me.

Just show it to me. If I can't see it, I'll miss it and can't sleep. "

Why did he like to insist on this kind of thing?

Xuanzang pressed his forehead against his back.

"I'm really impressed." Wukong gritted his teeth and whispered, "Be careful, just once."

Xuanzang was surprised. "Where is it?"

A black shadow flashed in front of his eyes and disappeared immediately.

Xuanzang: "!!!"

I didn't see it! "

"I won't wait for you if you're late."

"I didn't see anything." Xuanzang hugged his waist from behind and complained, "The sky is dark, I can't see."

Wukong said, "Don't blame me."

Xuanzang took an inch and wanted a mile. "If you can't see it, touch it."

Wukong grabbed one of his hands and slowly opened it, letting him open his palm. "Don't move."

Xuanzang nervously held his breath. He was close to Wukong, and he could clearly feel a thick and long thing coming out of his tail.

Then a fluffy thing appeared in his hand. He hurriedly held it, but the thing quickly came out again, making his hand itch.

Xuanzang held the air and slowly recalled the feeling of stroking the tail.

Wukong asked, "Are you satisfied?"

Xuanzang was satisfied even though it was not satisfying at all. "I'm satisfied."

"Can you sleep now?"

"You can sleep now," Xuanzang said with satisfaction. "But how did you hide it?

Why can't I see it? "

Wukong said casually, "You'll know when you become a monster."

Xuanzang said, "But I can't."

He retracted his hand and couldn't help but secretly touch the spot where the tail had popped out. It was flat and there was nothing there. He didn't give up and moved around randomly.

Wukong suddenly turned over and pressed him under his body, holding down his messy hands. There was a faint smile in his eyes: "Still messing around."

Xuanzang blinked and looked at him obediently, pretending that he had done nothing.

Wukong felt uncomfortable being stared at by his bright black eyes. He reached out and covered them, saying in a low voice: "Listen."

It was originally quiet outside the room, but now there was a faintly discernible sound of a zither. String after string was plucked randomly and casually.

Xuanzang was surprised and asked in a low voice: "A monster?"

Wukong didn't answer. He turned over and got off the bed, looking outside through the door.

Xuanzang also jumped down and clung to the door, but he couldn't see anything.

He pushed the door and looked at Wukong. Seeing that he didn't object, he directly opened the door.

There were palace servants carrying lanterns patrolling outside the door, but now they were leaning against a vermilion pillar and slowly falling down. Xuanzang hurried over to check and found that their breathing was long and steady. They were just sleeping.

The sound of the zither gradually rose.

Xuanzang's head became dizzy and he kept rubbing his eyes. He couldn't stop his sleepiness and was about to fall down.

Wukong caught him and patted him on the forehead. Only then did he wake up. He asked in a daze: "What is this?"

The next second, his vision blurred and he was brought up to the roof.

Xuanzang couldn't stand firmly and hurriedly grabbed Wukong's waist and looked down.

As far as the eye could see, the entire palace was quiet and had fallen into a deep sleep. Only the flickering lights were left.

On the other side not far away, a white figure sat on the roof, holding a zither and playing it. His entire body was enveloped in a faint silver light. The sound of the zither was coming from him.

Even without seeing his face, he was already dazzling. It was hard to tell if he was a monster or an immortal.

Xuanzang covered his mouth to prevent himself from making a sound.

That person seemed to have sensed the gaze of others. He raised his head and happened to meet Xuanzang's eyes. It was hard to tell if he was male or female, but he was unbelievably beautiful under the moonlight.

He put away the zither and quickly hid behind. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared, leaving behind a meteor-like silver light that gradually dissipated.

Without the sound of the zither, Xuanzang's sleepiness faded away.

He hurriedly grabbed Wukong's clothes and stammered: "What is that?"

"It's a monster, but its demonic aura is very faint." Wukong thought for a moment and said: "You go back first. I'll go after it."

"Don't go after it …" Xuanzang hesitated. "It doesn't look like it has harmed anyone …"

Wukong lowered his head and looked at him with a faint smile: "Master, you can't lose your Buddha's heart. Is this kind of beauty enough to confuse you?"

"I'm not." Xuanzang muttered: "I just think so …"

Wukong said: "I'll go and take a look." Just as he was about to leave, he was pulled back.

Xuanzang: "… Let me go."

In the end, he didn't let him go. Xuanzang still remembered the king's words. He was worried that it was a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Even if he was tortured to death, he still wanted him to sleep with him.

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The next day, he woke up a little late. The king had set up a private banquet in the imperial garden and invited him. Xuanzang hurried to the banquet.

There was only the king in the imperial garden. He dismissed his subordinates and drank alone. In front of him, there were exquisite snacks and wine on the stone table. Xuanzang didn't bring his disciple. He bowed to the king: "Your Majesty."

The king smiled and raised his glass: "Holy Monk, don't be so formal. Come and sit.

Did you sleep well last night? "

Xuanzang sat opposite him: "I slept well, but …"

The king said: "Just say it."

Xuanzang said: "Last night, I vaguely heard the sound of zither."

The king sighed: "The Holy Monk heard it too."

Xuanzang asked: "Your Majesty, is this the reason why you're worried?"

The king nodded: "Three years ago, the sound of zither would come from the palace every night. Everyone would fall asleep when they heard it. I tried to send people to investigate, but they couldn't find anything."

Xuanzang felt relieved. So this was what the king meant when he asked him when he would go to bed. He thought too much and asked: "Your Majesty, are you trying to find the source of the zither?"

The king sighed: "Not necessarily.

In fact, I once saw the person playing the zither by chance. "

Xuanzang was startled and didn't understand what he meant.

The king drank another glass of wine and looked at the rockery in the distance in a daze.

Xuanzang slowly tried to figure out what he meant, but he couldn't figure it out. He asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, do you want to catch him?"

The king smiled and changed the topic: "I've read some Buddhist scriptures since I was a child. I have some understanding, but there are still many things I can't figure out. I want to ask the Holy Monk for advice."

Although he didn't understand why he changed the topic, Xuanzang was calm when it came to his field of expertise. He calmly discussed with him.

The day passed quickly. Xuanzang was surprised to find that the king was very proficient in Buddhism. If he hadn't been in a temple since he was born, it would have been difficult for him to understand. The more they talked, the happier he became.

Until evening, both of them still wanted to continue. They felt that their bodies and minds had been sublimated. They both took each other as their confidants and felt a sense of mutual appreciation.

The king sighed: "The Holy Monk is worthy of being an eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty. I'm really 'listening to you is better than reading books for ten years'."

Xuanzang hurriedly said: "In front of Your Majesty, I'm inferior."

The king smiled: "I have a Sutra Depository. There are many things in it. If the Holy Monk is interested, why don't you come with me to take a look?"

Xuanzang was surprised: "Really?

Now? "He quickly restrained his excitement, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes:" Your Majesty, please tell me the time. "

The king smiled: "The Holy Monk can't wait. Why don't we go after dinner?"

Xuanzang said gratefully: "I'll go and tell my disciples."

The king said: "I'll send someone to inform them."

The three of them sat on the top of the Sutra Depository and looked down. They saw the king and Xuanzang behaving intimately. Ba Jie looked at Wukong and laughed: "This king is also a good person. He understands Master's heart better than Zhen Yuanzi.

Brother, do you want to kill a horse to celebrate today? "

Wujing heard the horse: "Where?" He hadn't eaten meat for a long time and was suffocating.

The Jingu Bang hung a centimeter above Ba Jie's head: "Shut up."

Ba Jie was still laughing: "Big Brother, are you really not going to do anything?

If Master stays and doesn't learn the scriptures, won't our plan be ruined? "

Wukong knocked him on the head and didn't say anything.

The night gradually deepened, and the melodious sound of the guqin came again.

Ba Jie and Wujing were both lying on the roof and dozing off. Wukong stood up and hit them each with the Jingu Bang: "Look at Master."

Ba Jie immediately sat up: "Brother, you're finally going to hit him?

Hit him gently, the king may not be able to resist the hammer. "

Wukong ignored him and flew towards the sound of the guqin.

Xuanzang saw many precious scriptures and was so happy that he couldn't put them down. He was completely unaware of the passage of time. When he heard the sound of the guqin, he gradually became sleepy and desperately rubbed his eyes.

"The Holy Monk is sleepy too?" The king appeared behind him and his voice sounded hazy and distant.

Xuanzang nodded in a daze: "Your Majesty, I have to find my disciple …"

The king whispered: "I'll take you there."

He caught Xuanzang's falling body.

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Xuanzang regained consciousness again and found himself tied up in a dark room. There was nothing around except for the king holding a candle and cutting his clothes with a dagger.

"Hiss —" Xuanzang gasped and his heart was in his throat: "Your Majesty, why are you —"

"You're awake so early?"

The king looked up, his handsome face somewhat unfathomable under the candlelight: "You woke up faster than I thought. I wanted to make it painless for you."

Xuanzang: "!!!"

You, you, you! "

The king said: "Eating Tang Seng meat can make you immortal. I'm sorry, the temptation was too great, I couldn't resist." He smiled: "It's okay, I won't eat your meat.

I want something else. "

Xuanzang trembled: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we're all human, why do you have to …"

The king grinned: "Who told you I'm human?"

Xuanzang: "?!"

The king cut open his pants.

Xuanzang: "!!!"

Your Majesty, since you don't want to eat my meat, what do you want?

I'll give you what I can … "

The king stood up and took off his pants.

Xuanzang: "?!" He thought of the monster he met on the way and realized something, his eyes widening in shock.

The king laughed, but it was just a facade: "I'm just teasing you."

Xuanzang: "…"

"But I want you here." The king patted his leg with the dagger.

Xuanzang wanted to cry, but no tears came out: "At least let me know before I die."

The king said: "You saw the person playing the guqin, didn't you?"

Xuanzang nodded, not knowing what to say: "Very, very beautiful."

The king sat opposite him and told a sad story.

It turned out that it was a guqin spirit who had been practicing for a thousand years. Three years ago, he came to the palace every night to play the guqin. He didn't do anything bad, just to make everyone happy and praise him. Everyone fell asleep while praising him.

At that time, the king had just taken over and couldn't sleep well. He also had to listen to other people's voices. The next night, he couldn't stand it anymore. In the huge palace, he was the only one who ran out and shouted angrily: "So annoying!

Why are you making so much noise in the middle of the night!

Can't you let me sleep! "

The guqin spirit was shocked. Since his debut, everyone praised him for playing well. This was the first time someone scolded him. He was so pure, so unpretentious, so different, and successfully attracted his attention.

The guqin spirit fell in love with him at first sight and came to play every night to show his love. Over time, the king was also moved.

Xuanzang's heart softened and he encouraged him: "It's okay, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I met one on the way. Since you like her, let's be together."

The king said: "No, I can't love her."

"Why?" Xuanzang shrank back. "Didn't you say that you're not human?"

The king sighed and said deeply: "Because I'm a lion."

Xuanzang: "…?"

"This is what happens when you become someone's mount." The king said with tears in his eyes: "I can't even give her the most basic happiness, how can I talk about love!"

"Wait a minute …" Xuanzang thought of that androgynous face and that figure and felt that something was wrong. "Then, is he a man or a woman …"

The king said: "Is it strange that he's the same as me?

Holy Monk, you care about the world, so you also discriminate against this? "

Xuanzang: "… I, I, I didn't, I was just curious …" Indeed …

Were there no female demons in this world?

Why did all the male demons like to mingle with other male demons along the way?

"It's okay if you don't …" Xuanzang received very little education in this area and did not understand the king's pain at all. He could only comfort him: "As long as you love each other …"

The king looked at him, his eyes shining: "Yes, now that you're here, it's okay.

I've been a good person for ten lifetimes and have never leaked any of my primordial yang. "

He clicked his tongue twice: "I heard that you can replenish whatever you eat. Such a perfect [Silencer] will definitely make me as good as new. I don't want your life, nor do I want your flesh. Give me your [Silencer]."

Xuanzang was stunned and his mind went blank.

He, he, he, he wanted to cut off his [Silencer]?!

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The zither-playing demon quickly disappeared when he saw Wukong chasing after him. This time, Wukong did not let him go and ran by following his scent.

The demon had a faint demon aura and ran quite fast. Wukong almost caught him, but he turned around and disappeared again.

The place where he disappeared was a well with bits of silver light. It was the reflection of the moon.