Chapter 2

The monk's craftsmanship was impeccable. Just by measuring with his hands, he was able to cut out a suitable set of clothes. Monkey King touched the fur on his body. He actually liked it so much that he couldn't put it down. No one had ever made a set of clothes for him.

He remembered that Avalokitesvara said, "Be the disciple of that sutra seeker."

Looking at the monk leading the horse, he opened his mouth but swallowed his words.

What qualifications did he have to be his master?

Before the sun set, they found a farmer's house to settle down.

Monkey King squatted in the corner and fiddled with his stick. Xuanzang settled the white horse and the luggage and made the bed. As he made the bed, he turned back to look at him, wanting to say something but hesitating.

Monkey King raised his eyelids and asked lazily, "Just say what you want to say."

Xuanzang looked at his bare feet in distress. "It's my fault. I forgot to make shoes for you.

I also know how to make shoes. Do you want a pair of shoes? "

Monkey King refused without even thinking. "No."

Xuanzang didn't give up. "It's very tiring to walk barefoot. It's also very painful to step on stones."

"No."

"You'll dirty your feet too. If you step on mud on a rainy day …"

A gust of wind blew. Monkey King stood in front of him and lifted his feet to show him the soles of his feet.

Xuanzang was shocked. The soles of his feet were bare and clean. There wasn't even a speck of dust.

There was a lot of fur on his calves …

He asked in a low voice, "When did you wash your feet?"

Today, they passed by a river. He persuaded Monkey King in every way possible to wash his feet.

Monkey King wanted to roll his eyes at him but felt that it wasn't necessary. "I, a demon immortal, jump out of the five elements." He paused and finally said simply, "Not stained with dust."

"That's magic, right?" Xuanzang said enviously. "That's great.

But I'll still make a pair. After all, it's a bit incongruous to have clothes without shoes. I'll go ask the old man for some cloth and soles … "Wukong threw away the remaining fur of the tiger during the day.

"Noisy!"

Xuanzang pursed his lips and felt a sense of loss. He just wanted to get along well with his protector. Why did the protector not seem to like him?

The Monkey King glanced at him and instantly disappeared.

Xuanzang was even more upset. She didn't even want to live in the same room as him anymore?

He sighed, poured himself a glass of water, and prepared to do his evening lesson. He thought that he should at least make a pair for him tomorrow morning. After that, he should be able to wear it.

In less than half a cup of tea's time, the Monkey King reappeared with a fresh tiger skin in his hand. It was still dripping with blood and steaming hot.

Xuanzang clutched the quilt, dumbfounded. His heart leaped with joy. "Were you looking for materials to make shoes?"

Monkey King threw the tiger skin on the ground. "What else?"

This tiger was really pitiful. It finally had a good night's sleep, but it was dragged out of its nest by someone …

He was kind-hearted and couldn't stand it. He turned his head. "There's so much blood. You should wash it."

The Monkey King didn't respond, but Xuanzang felt the other party's gaze, full of disdain.

With another gust of wind, both the man and the tiger skin disappeared. When he returned, it was a clean tiger skin.

Xuanzang had already prepared a needle, thread, and scissors. He sat at the table and waited for him. "You're back?" Then he took the tiger skin and cut it.

He didn't have a sole, so he planned to make one himself. This tiger skin was strong and durable. Two layers were enough.

He didn't expect to receive a response, although it was just a short "Mm".

He used the weak light to distinguish the needle and thread. The Monkey King was still leaning against the wall, fiddling with the stick. After a while, he raised his head and looked at him.

The little monk who looked weak and harmless during the day, now under the orange light, seemed to have a holy light. He had a kind of great compassion.

He frowned. "Let's do it tomorrow."

"Ah?" Xuanzang raised his head. "It's okay."

The Monkey King said, "It's a waste of oil."

This family wasn't very well-off.

He didn't expect him to be so considerate of others. Under his cold attitude, there was a soft and kind heart. Xuanzang fell silent, ashamed. In the end, he decided to save him some oil. Then he sat cross-legged on the bed to do his homework for the day.

When he was done, he saw a face approaching him. He was so scared that he fell back.

The Monkey King asked, "Old monk, what are you chanting?"

"Night, night class." Xuanzang supported his body with his hands and stammered. Then he retorted, "I'm not an old monk."

The Monkey King straightened his body and held the Jingu Bang. He looked down at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.

Xuanzang mumbled, "I'm only nineteen."

The Monkey King's eyes were fixed on his face. "You're so young, and you're asked to get the Buddhist scriptures?

What does the Avalokitesvara think? "He bent down, his eyes scrutinizing." Who are you? "

Xuanzang was stunned by his question.

Who was he … Why did he choose him …

Xuanzang swallowed his saliva unconsciously and stammered, "I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me if I tell you. It's because my family background is good. My father is the top scholar, my mother is the first daughter of the prime minister. When I became a monk, the emperor found it strange, so, so …"

He lowered his head in shame.

It was all because he had someone above him. Otherwise, how could an ordinary monk have such an opportunity?

"But I'm not bad myself. I've been praised for having wisdom since I was young." Xuanzang said embarrassedly. It was really embarrassing to praise himself.

The Monkey King stared at him for a while before shifting his gaze. He continued to squat in the corner and communicate with his stick. He said casually, "You're good at making shoes."

Xuanzang was stunned and beamed. "Yes, I know a lot. When I was in the temple, I …"

"Shut up."

Xuanzang angrily lifted the blanket and crawled in. Seeing that the other party had no intention of moving, he moved to the side. "Do you want to sleep on the bed too?"

The Monkey King was still leaning against the wall. "No."

"Then where do you sleep?"

He threw the stick, which immediately grew thicker and stretched from one end of the room to the other. He jumped on the stick and lay on it, crossing his legs. "Here."

Xuanzang had already given up on being shocked. After two minutes, he said, "But it's uncomfortable." He thought that the other party was a monster and probably didn't feel the warmth of a bed.

He still maintained his inviting posture of moving the blanket. A large part of the narrow bed was empty, and he was about to curl up into a ball.

The Monkey King stared at him and didn't say anything. In the end, seeing that he had no intention of moving back, he looked at him expectantly. The light in his clear eyes danced. Finally, he compromised and got on the bed.

There were two blankets, one for each person.

Xuanzang looked at the furry body and was somewhat disappointed. In the darkness, he still opened his eyes and looked at him.

The Monkey King originally had his back to him, but was annoyed. He turned around and glared at him. "What are you looking at?"

Xuanzang stammered and finally gathered his courage. "I have a question."

"Speak."

Xuanzang shrank back. "Don't hit me."

"I hit you?

If I touch you, you'll die. "

Xuanzang believed that he had the ability and shrank back even more. "Then, then, then, don't scold me."

The Monkey King said impatiently, "If you don't hurry up, I'll hit you and scold you."

Xuanzang curled himself up in a corner and asked weakly, "Will you shed fur?

Is it serious? "

The Monkey King: "…" What kind of question is this!

I really want to beat him to death with my stick!

Xuanzang closed his eyes. "Don't hit me. If you, you, you kill me, I …" His voice became weaker and weaker. "I'll die …"

The Monkey King's face stiffened and he almost laughed out loud. He didn't know whether to hit or scold him. He was so angry that his teeth itched. He actually couldn't do anything to a mortal monk.

"Look." He gritted his teeth and said.

Seeing that Xuanzang opened his eyes, he plucked a strand of monkey hair. Immediately, a miniature version of the Five Elements Mountain floated above Xuanzang's head. As long as he raised his head slightly, he would bump into it.

Xuanzang slowly stretched out his trembling hand and touched it. It was cold and hard to the touch. It was a real stone …

The Monkey King moved closer to him. His face was very close and he made a fierce expression. His voice was also full of threat. "Even a strand of hair can crush you to death."

Xuanzang was so scared that he covered his head with the blanket and didn't dare to speak again.