Chapter 23

Wukong did not spend the whole night searching,

He took Xuanzang's change of clothes and slowed down when he came back,

After all, he did not know how to face Xuanzang in the water.

In the end, he finally calmed his mind,

Out of sight, out of mind.

But something happened when he slowed down,

There was only a pile of clothes left on the ground. They should have been taken away by the demons again.

Xuanzang's physique..,

He really could not leave for a moment.

Wukong panicked in his heart,

Because Xuanzang was naked. If he was seen, he really wanted to beat him to death.

He took out the land,

He asked the nearby demons,

And found out that the hot spring was occupied by seven spider spirits,

He was basically sure that it was them,

He rushed to the cave of coiling silk that the land mentioned.

The entrance of the cave of coiling silk was densely entangled with soft and sticky white silk. It was blocked firmly and was burned clean by him. The cave was deep and serene,

There was no one in sight, but when he walked in and turned the corner, it suddenly opened up,

It was another scene.

It turned out that there was a different world here,

It had built an exquisite courtyard, like a paradise,

The door of the courtyard was also tightly wrapped in spider silk.

Wukong was slightly surprised,

He jumped onto the roof and looked around,

Sure enough, he heard human language somewhere inside. The laughter of a group of women was mixed with the familiar voice of Xuanzang. Just as he was about to go down to save people, he heard the little monk say, "Wukong has already converted to Buddhism. There's no way for him to start a family."

When he heard his name, he could not help but withdraw his hand and continue to listen to what they were saying.

Who knew that there was not a single good word? Only Xuanzang was seriously complaining about it. Something about being too plain, his body was too soft, and he was especially fierce. He would turn hostile at the slightest provocation.

This heartless and unscrupulous monk had protected him the entire way, yet he was still eaten.

And where did he get the conclusion that "I think it's quite small"?!

Had he seen it before?!

If he hadn't seen it before, then why was he talking nonsense?!

In the end, the only thing that seemed to be a good word was actually fluffy, fluffy..

Wukong gritted his teeth. He was so angry that he wanted to go down and beat the demon and the monk to death.

He lifted the tiles and looked inside, but only saw a group of colorful women gathered together. He didn't see the conspicuous little bald head. He couldn't help but think to himself, 'Could it be that these demons are trying to trick me?'

However, there was no ambush in the surroundings. Xuanzang's voice was still talking non-stop, and he even wanted to introduce people to the demonesses. Wukong even suspected that his Fiery Eyes of Truth were blurry. Finally, he found someone wearing a headscarf in the midst of a group of black-haired people. Upon closer inspection, wasn't it Little Baldy? It was just that most of his face was covered when he sat down, and his bald head was also gone, so he didn't recognize him.

The female monsters had actually lent their clothes to Xuanzang. He was now wearing women's clothes!

Wukong didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. He couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he actually wanted to see the whole picture.

Unfortunately, Xuanzang kept his head down and was blocked by the demonesses, so he couldn't see clearly. Faintly, he could see snow-white thighs between the colorful clothes. He didn't know whether they were the demonesses' or Xuanzang's.

Seeing him having fun with the demonesses, Wukong became even angrier. He had come looking for him in vain. Without him, the little monk could still handle the situation with ease.

It wasn't until he mentioned him again that Wukong's heart relaxed. He didn't bicker with him and brought him out.

This time, he saw clearly that the demonesses had good taste. It matched his otherworldly and calm temperament. The muslin clothes weren't too conservative and old-fashioned. They unexpectedly looked good and didn't feel awkward at all.

The little monk also knew how to be shy. When he saw him, he snuggled into his arms and urged him to return to the hot spring to change his clothes.

Wukong also felt that although it looked good, it wasn't appropriate. After all, Xuanzang had the image of an eminent monk. However, just as he hugged him, he became upset again.

Because the clothes were too thin and transparent, the thighs were even separated. The hand around his waist could clearly feel the cool temperature of Xuanzang's skin. The hand holding his thigh was directly attached to the warm and soft skin.

Xuanzang didn't feel anything. He even felt that he was warm and rubbed his legs against his body.

Wukong's face was as calm as water. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the hot spring and threw him in without saying anything.

Xuanzang splashed a lot of water and choked a few mouthfuls. He felt wronged and said, "What are you doing?"

He began to take off his wet clothes. However, the design was too complicated and he was soaked again. He had no choice but to swallow his anger and look for Wukong. "This can't be taken off."

Seeing that he was completely wet and the clothes were sticking to his skin, it was even more stimulating than not wearing anything. Wukong's scalp was numb, but his face was still calm. He threw the scissors to him and said, "Cut it off."

Xuanzang felt that he was baffled. He didn't do anything.

… It seemed like he did something.

Thinking of how Wukong came in such a timely manner, it was as if he was waiting for him. He asked hesitantly, "Did you hear it?"

Wukong said, "Yes."

Xuanzang, "…"

No wonder he was angry …

He silently moved to Wukong's side and whispered, "I didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted to get rid of them."

Wukong faintly said, "Yes." However, he turned his face to the side, clearly not wanting to talk to him.

Xuanzang knew that he was in the wrong. Seeing him like this, he felt even more ashamed. He wanted to ask for forgiveness no matter what, so he moved to hug him again. "Don't be angry. I know you're the best."

He paused. "That's why I don't want others to know that you're the best. I'll be the only one to have you."

He heard Wukong chuckle softly. He pulled his hands away from his waist and asked in a low voice, "Is that what you think?"

Xuanzang felt inexplicably nervous and said dryly, "Of course …"

Wukong turned behind him. "Don't move."

His voice was too pleasant to listen to. It lingered in his ears. Xuanzang's heart suddenly raced. Even if he didn't say anything, he wouldn't dare to move.

Then, he felt something cold stick to his body. The sound of cutting cloth was heard.

So it was just cutting clothes for him. He didn't know what he was nervous about.

"Master."

Xuanzang became even more nervous. He squeezed out an "Mm" as a response.

Xuanzang's undergarments were slowly pulled away from his chest. The fabric rubbed against his skin, and the [Silencer] triggered an electric current that numbed his entire body. Xuanzang's entire body went limp, and he couldn't help but lean back against Wukong.

Wukong hugged him from behind. He stretched out his hand in front of him and said with a teasing smile, "Tsk, you're wearing this."

He lowered his head and saw that he was holding a pink dudou.

Xuanzang's face was so red that it was about to burn. He covered his face and didn't want to look. "I didn't wear it. They forced me to wear it …"

He had probably lost all the face he had in his entire life on this day …

Wukong didn't continue to bully him. He cut his clothes directly from head to tail. It was neat and clean. "It's done."

With his body relaxed, Xuanzang was finally free. He didn't look back and went into the water. He lay on the stone beside the hot spring and didn't move for a long time. He couldn't speak. He panted slightly to calm his breathing and heartbeat.

He was short of water and oxygen.

His body temperature had risen several degrees. It was uncomfortable as if he had a fever. The burning made his whole body dry. Especially when that thing was removed, he couldn't say it. It was pleasure.

Perhaps it was because it was too embarrassing to have such a strange reaction. After all, he used to be a proper monk. He rarely saw women, let alone wear other people's clothes.

He was even laughed at by Wukong. Boohoo …

After a long time, Xuanzang recovered and continued to take a bath.

He was his master. He had to stay calm and pretend that nothing had happened.

It was quiet all around. Only the sound of him splashing water could be heard. Everything was shrouded in darkness, hiding many secrets.

Xuanzang splashed water twice and was scared again. He shouted, "Wukong, are you there?"

Wukong was leaning against a stone with his back facing him. He looked at his palm in a daze. The delicate feeling remained and lingered.

It was so hot that it burned his hand.

His thoughts were interrupted. He answered helplessly, "Yes."

After less than two minutes, Xuanzang asked again, "Wukong, are you there?"

"… Yes."

Just like the time, two minutes later, he asked again, "Wukong, are you there?"

"Yes."

This cycle repeated more than ten times. Wukong was already numb. Xuanzang was still scared. He lay on the stone and asked, "Do you really not want to wash with us?

It's easy to get dust with so much hair. We can leave after your hair is dry. "Although he didn't see any dust on Wukong's body, he probably didn't have a mortal body that didn't have dust.

Hair, hair, hair, all you know is hair!

Wukong said impatiently, "Come out if you don't want to wash!"

Xuanzang didn't say anything.

After a while, he finally washed himself clean and went ashore. He used the towel on the stone next to him to wipe the water off his body.

At this time, the advantage of not having hair was shown. He just needed to dry it and didn't need to dry it.

Only after putting on his own clothes did he feel alive again. All the discomfort from before had turned into ashes, becoming sealed memories.

Glancing at the woman's clothes that were cut in half, he suddenly saw the scattered papers around him and was stunned again, "!!!

It's over! "

Wukong looked over. Seeing him put on his clothes, he was relieved, "What's wrong?"

Xuanzang ran over to pick up the paper and said sorrowfully, "She gave me this and told me to find a suitable male demon. But I got it wet …"

The writing was still okay. He could restore it with his memory and original traces, but the drawing was not. Although he knew some painting, he couldn't draw it exactly the same.

The drawing was the most important thing!

If the drawing was a little off and he found a suitable monster, the woman would see the wrong drawing and be dissatisfied with the appearance of the female monster. Wouldn't it ruin his marriage?

He thought as he picked up the papers. If he couldn't do it, he could only go back and ask for another one. He didn't know if the female monsters would be angry …

Sure enough, the writing paper was smeared and he could barely make out the words.

He couldn't help but look at Wukong sadly. It was all his fault for throwing him away so casually.

Wukong helped him pick up the papers and shook them in front of him to show him the drawing.

Xuanzang, "… It's actually waterproof." The female monsters were really protective of their drawings.

The women in the drawing were smiling sweetly. Their faces were still bright and the paper was smooth. It wasn't affected at all.

Xuanzang praised, "This paper is really good. I don't know how it was made."

Wukong rubbed the paper with his thumb and forefinger, "This is human skin. It's fine."

Xuanzang, "?!"

Human skin?!