Chapter 31

This monster seemed much easier to talk to than the Big Red Robe.

With a smiling face, he pulled Xuanzang and said, "Is it hard to learn?"

Xuanzang had a good impression of him.

He looked so kind and asked so kindly.

It was not difficult to guess who he was. "It's not hard." It was strange and dangerous.

"You must be the Inspiration King?"

"He imitated my name." Synesthesia was not angry that he was mistaken. He was still smiling.

"You also think that Synesthesia sounds better than Inspiration, right?"

Little Xuanzang was so terrified that he couldn't say anything.

He could not imagine that such a normal person would have such a strange hobby. He would rather believe that it was the Big Red Robe.

"What are you afraid of?" Synesthesia laughed. "I'm not going to eat you.

You're just a bet. "

Xuanzang stammered, "What, what bet?"

Synesthesia said, "If I can catch you,

Inspiration will have to dance for me. "

Xuanzang's eyes widened.

He nervously clutched his cassock.

Synesthesia saw this and comforted him. "Don't worry.

I won't let you dance. You don't have any meat on your body. It won't look good if you dance. "

… Was this comforting or not?

Xuanzang trembled as he told the truth. "But it was the Inspiration King who caught me first …"

"Who saw it?" Synesthesia interrupted him. "I don't admit it.

Anyway, you're in my hands now. "

The honest Xuanzang was speechless again.

Synesthesia seemed to be very interested in Wukong. "Why do you think the Great Sage is wearing a tiger-skin skirt?

Does he have a special hobby? "

Xuanzang: "?!

You have a special hobby!

I made the clothes for Wukong. Because there was a little material left, I tied it for him.

It has nothing to do with Wukong! "His voice rose.

He looked at Synesthesia warily. "Don't have any ideas about Wukong.

He'll beat you up. "

Synesthesia said disappointedly, "Oh, that's a pity."

Xuanzang wanted to refute him again, but it seemed superfluous.

But it was too sullen not to refute.

His face was red.

While they were talking, there was a movement outside the door. Synesthesia took his hand and opened the door slowly. He faced with Inspiration and Wukong..

Synesthesia, Synesthesia's eyes... what are you doing?! "

Xuanzang. Synesthesia., Great Sage. Great, we, Great, Great. We., Great, Great Great......... Wukong was, Synesthesia was..... to Synesthesia with him............. Synesthesia. of...

Then, she turned to Xu Jinshi and said, "Honghong, keep your word. I'm the one who caught Tang Sanzang.

Ling Xing said angrily, "I was the one who caught Tang Sanzang!

You've stolen him away!

Don't come and harass me again! "

Xuanzang looked at Wukong with tears in his eyes, expressing that he did not want to fall into the hands of this monster with strange hobbies. Wukong saw that he had been holding his hand and was burning with anger. He did not care about their private affairs and hit them on the head.

Synesthesia was agile. He took Xuanzang to dodge and talk to Inspiration with a smile. "But I didn't see it.

Did you see it?

Tang Seng is in my hands now. The four of us have seen it with our own eyes! "

Inspiration also came. He took out his lotus hammer and knocked him out. Wukong took the opportunity to carry Xuanzang over and check. "Are you okay?"

Xuanzang leaned softly in his arms. "I was dizzy just now …"

Wukong gently rubbed his temples and looked at the red and green.

Synesthesia did not fight back. He sat directly on the ground and did not dodge when the lotus hammer came down. "You are the one who lost. You are the one who cheated. You are also the one who hit me."

He raised his head. "Come on, after you hit me, I will go and complain about you to the merciful Bodhisattva Shiyin. Let's see who is right. Bodhisattva is fair and strict. When the time comes, she will personally jump on you."

"How do you know?!"

Inspiration looked at him in shock and then stared at Xuanzang. Wukong stared back. "Okay, what bet? I have never made a bet with anyone."

He put away the lotus hammer. "Since the Monkey King has defeated me, my task is done. Now I should report back to Bodhisattva."

After saying that, he lifted his leg and was about to leave.

Synesthesia did not ask him to stay. He was still smiling. "Take care. There will be plenty of opportunities to fulfill the bet in the future."

Inspiration sneered and glanced at him contemptuously. "Who will come in contact with a mortal demon like you?"

He turned into a red light and flew across the sky, as if he was in a hurry to escape from something.

Synesthesia stood up and straightened his robe. Seeing that Wukong was still staring at him, he laughed. "Is the Great Sage still waiting to avenge the Holy Monk?"

Wukong frowned slightly. "Who sent you?"

The native demons in the mortal world, except for those who were infatuated with him, generally would not call him the Great Sage.

The more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Synesthesia was not surprised that he was exposed. He said, "I don't know if Inspiration is the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva's man or if it was the Holy Monk who told me just now. The Great Sage should be careful." He approached Wukong and whispered, "Because I was sent by the Jade Emperor to set up a checkpoint for you."

After that, he smiled at Wukong and turned into a dragon and flew away.

As soon as he left, the small Crystal Palace began to change, showing signs of collapse. Wukong hurriedly carried Xuanzang out of the water to meet with Bajie Wujing.

Xuanzang saw that he was frowning all the way and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Nothing." Wukong squeezed his hand. "No matter what, I will ensure that you get the scriptures."

Xuanzang lowered his eyelids and hesitated to speak. In the end, he only said, "Hmm."

Wukong did not notice his mood. His mind was full of Synesthesia's words.

Synesthesia was the Jade Emperor's man and Inspiration was the Avalokitesvara's man. Both of them had to set up unnecessary checkpoints on the way to get the scriptures. They did not know each other's true identity.

One represented the Celestial Court and the other represented the Western Heaven. Although it was Buddha's request to get the scriptures, the Celestial Court also wanted to get involved.

On the surface, both sides were friendly, but in private, there were surging waves.

The real purpose of the way to get the scriptures seemed to be far beyond his imagination.

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Not only did Ba Jie have no impression of the green dragon, but the Little White Dragon also did not know. The orthodox dragon tribe looked down on the same kind of people who were born in the grassland. Especially when Synesthesia was not complete, the orthodox dragon would not even look at him, let alone turn into a dragon.

Xuanzang told the people of the Chens village that the two kings had left. For a moment, they cried and wailed. They were all reluctant to leave. Even the erotic dance was not so repulsive.

Wukong got the inspiration from the Inspiration King. He found someone to freeze the Tongtian River so that they could walk across the river and set off the next morning.

While Xuanzang was asleep, the three brothers held a small meeting. Their expressions were solemn, and they felt isolated and helpless.

They were like chess pieces at the mercy of both sides, but they could not jump out of the game.

"It must be related to the Tao of Heaven." Ba Jie sighed. "Unfortunately, we don't have any allies now. It's like we are blind.

I'm afraid we are their test subjects. "

Wukong hesitated and said, "Maybe, there is one more person who knows."

Ba Jie immediately thought of a person. "Zhenyuan the Great Deity?"

It would have been better if he did not mention it, but when he did, Wukong was annoyed. Last time, it was the ginseng fruit tree that Zhen Yuanzi gave him that saved Xuanzang's life. He did not dare to imagine whether he could break through the shackles of the Living Soil alone. He had been brooding.

In particular, Zhen Yuanzi had such feelings for Xuanzang … Although it was fate in the previous life, they were still the same person.

Even if he lost to Zhen Yuanzi once, he was not willing to accept it.

Ba Jie tactfully shut his mouth. "Pretend I didn't say anything."

He patted Wukong's shoulder. "Brother, you are also a person. How can you be so indecisive?"

Wukong's face darkened. He did not answer him. "I may have to leave for a while. Take good care of Master."

Ba Jie asked, "Where are you going?"

Wukong said, "To find someone."

Ba Jie thought for a while and asked, "Is it your mysterious Master?"

"I don't have a Master." Wukong flatly refused.

Ba Jie skipped the matter. "When are you going?"

"I will go tonight. I will try to come back tonight." Wukong glanced at Xuanzang's room next door.

No matter what, he had to go back.

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Before leaving, Wukong decided to inform Xuanzang.

Although the little monk was as slow as a piece of white paper in some aspects, his mind was sharp.

Wukong passed through the door. The room was quiet. Only Xuanzang's even breathing could be heard.

The temperature of the quilt that he had prepared before he left had dropped a lot. Xuanzang did not feel warm at all. He hugged the quilt and curled up into a ball. His face was as calm as a baby's, without a trace of dust.

Wukong could not help but reach out to stroke his long and dense eyelashes. Xuanzang dodged slightly and turned over.

"Awake?" Wukong got into his quilt and hugged him from behind. He whispered in his ear.

His breath made his ear itchy. Xuanzang blocked it with his hand and turned back into his arms. He muttered, "I didn't sleep."

His body was not warm either. He rubbed against Wukong's body. Wukong tried to wrap him up to make him behave. "Too cold?"

"Cold is one thing." Xuanzang said, "Waiting for you is another thing."

"Don't wait for me in the future. Sleep when you need to."

Xuanzang did not answer. He reached out to untie the tiger-skin skirt tied around his waist.

Wukong quickly held his hand. "What are you doing?!"

His heart was about to jump out of his chest. When did he become enlightened?

Xuanzang said unhappily, "Take this off. It doesn't look good."

Wukong calmed down. He did not know if he was disappointed or relieved. "You didn't force me to wear it."

Xuanzang said, "I don't think it looks good now." He took it off and threw it aside. "I'll make you a new one."

Wukong was helpless. "Up to you."

Xuanzang did not say anything.

After a while, Wukong called him softly, "Master."

Xuanzang responded vaguely.

When he held a real person in his arms, he realized that it was not so easy to speak. He held it in for a long time before he said, "I want to … discuss something with you."

Xuanzang asked, "What is it?"

Wukong said, "The monsters around here are no longer here. There won't be any danger for the time being.

I want to … go home later. "

Xuanzang turned over. "Just go. Why do you need to discuss with me?"

Wukong saw his abnormal indifference and knew that he was angry. He hugged him and buried his head in his shoulder. "I'll be back soon. Don't be angry."

Xuanzang said, "Homesickness is human nature."

Wukong just hugged him.

He did not move for a long time. Xuanzang could not help but ask, "Why are you still here?"

Wukong said, "Master is still angry. Wouldn't it be unfilial of me to leave?" He touched his heart. "I just mentioned it. Don't take it to heart."

Xuanzang pursed his lips. After a while, he asked in a low voice, "Will you come back after you go back?"

"What are you thinking about?" Wukong touched his face. "My task is to accompany you to get the scriptures."

"Then go. Don't worry about me."

Xuanzang seemed to be relieved. He pulled his hand away. "I'll make clothes for you here tomorrow. Come back quickly."

He sighed in his heart. He knew that he was busy untying the bindings and leaving freely. It was impossible for him to accompany him to get the scriptures.

Even if he could not untie the bindings, he would not become a Buddha. Ba Jie and Wujing also had the same intention.

He remembered what Zhen Yuanzi said.

Becoming a Buddha was only a thought away.

He had been thinking about this sentence over and over again, but he could not understand its meaning.

If it was really only a thought away, why did he have to take the path of getting the scriptures?