Chapter 35

Wukong could have gone to the Avalokitesvara to verify it,

But he was very conflicted about this matter, and in the end, he still believed their words,

Because the tight band could not be removed no matter how hard he tried.

Even so..,

He still had to lock up Ba Jie and Wujing.

Xuanzang had become a problem.

At this time, the morning sky was gradually brightening,

Xuanzang had been in a state of fear all night, and his body was still injured in many places,

He was in pain, tired, and sleepy,

He was extremely uncomfortable. His small face was pale, and he looked weak as if he could fall down at any time.

Wukong frowned when he saw this.

Ba Jie could not help but say, "My master is a mortal,

He can't be offended,

Eldest senior brother,

If you don't believe us, we can,

But we have to settle master down. "

Wukong nodded slightly in agreement.

Even if Ba Jie did not say anything, he could not stand it anymore.

It was not really a lock, but a restriction on their activities,

The two of them were injured, so they went to meditate and recuperate,

They were not hindered much.

Wukong sized up this big problem,

Mortals were too weak,

And there were so many superficial wounds,

He could neither lock them up nor let them go,

For a moment, he did not know what to do. He only felt that the other party's appearance made him very uncomfortable.

Xuanzang's black grape-like eyes never left Zhong Yue's body. Zhong Yue felt strange, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

He averted his gaze and asked a steady subordinate to pick herbs for Xuanzang's wounds. He dismissed the monkeys who were playing and walked in front of Xuanzang. He said uncertainly, "You..."

Xuanzang looked at him eagerly and wanted to pull his sleeve. "Wukong, I want to sleep."

He needed to rest too much.

Wukong avoided him. "Don't touch me."

Xuanzang blinked his eyes and said softly, "I was the one who made the clothes for you …"

Wukong's heart suddenly softened. He wanted to coax him, but this inexplicable feeling made him even more irritated. He pretended not to hear and pointed to the stone bed he usually slept on. "Go sleep."

It was really just a stone bed. It was clean and there was nothing on it. Even the pillow was made of stone.

Xuanzang took off his shoes and socks and lay flat on his back. The coldness penetrated straight into his bones. As soon as Wukong left, the restless monkeys came in to play again. They surrounded him and laughed. He tossed and turned, but he couldn't fall asleep. He was even more afraid that the monkeys would eat him, so he had to sit up.

The monkeys shouted, "The monk is awake, the monk is awake!"

Wukong was called over. "You woke up so quickly?"

… He didn't sleep at all.

Wukong saw that he lowered his head and didn't speak. He knew that he was in low spirits and was even throwing a tantrum. Hearing the monkeys shouting, he understood. He didn't want to chase his own children away for an outsider, so he grabbed his hand.

Xuanzang looked up at him.

Wukong said, "Let me take you somewhere."

Xuanzang put his shoes and socks back on. He then hugged his waist and leaned his head on his chest.

The monkeys were in an uproar.

Wukong also felt uncomfortable. No one dared to treat him like this, but he didn't say anything. After all, he didn't hate this feeling. He even … enjoyed it.

He brought Xuanzang out of the Water Curtain Cave like a gust of wind. They left the base camp and ran to the north of Huaguo Mountain.

There was a large patch of peach and pear trees here. At this time, the flowers were in full bloom. They were pink and white. It was a beautiful sight.

Xuanzang was very surprised. "It was still snowing at Tongtian River yesterday. Why are there flowers here?" Even if it wasn't snowing, it was still late autumn. The season was too abnormal.

Wukong said, "It's spring all year round."

Xuanzang asked, "Why?"

Wukong's lips curled. "Because it's my territory. It's whatever season I want it to be."

Xuanzang asked, "It's spring all year round. What if it doesn't bear fruit?

Won't it starve to death? "Monkeys should eat fruits, right?

Wukong: "…" He just said it casually. The truth was that when he came back, he saw that Huaguo Mountain was desolate. He especially borrowed the rain from the Dragon King to water it.

He pointed at a peach tree. "Sleep here."

No one disturbed them. Even the chirping of birds couldn't be heard. It was indeed a quiet place.

Xuanzang knew that if he changed the topic, he wouldn't be able to answer. He slowly moved under the tree. "How do we sleep?"

Wukong said, "Lie down and sleep."

Even if Xuanzang was sleeping in the open, he was fully equipped. The wet mud on the ground was obviously not suitable for him. He said, "I can't sleep." He pointed at the ground. "We'll be stained with mud. Wukong, make a blanket for me."

Wukong was still not used to his self-familiarity, but he still silently made a blanket for him under the tree.

Xuanzang was insatiable. He laid down and continued to look at him. "I also want a pillow."

So he had a pillow.

"It's too cold. I still want a blanket."

Wukong glared at him. He thought that mortals were weak and this was a noble monk. He could only bear with it. After covering him with a blanket, he asked impatiently, "What else do you want?"

Xuanzang wanted too much. His clothes were torn and dirty. He wanted to take a bath and a clean set of clothes. He wanted to drink water. He was also hungry now.

Wukong chose to make him shut up. If he didn't sleep, he would be a coolie.

Xuanzang pulled the blanket up to his chin, only revealing his head. He asked timidly, "One last thing. Wukong, won't you sleep with me?"

Wukong squatted on a peach tree opposite him. "Why should I sleep with you?"

Xuanzang said, "We've always slept together."

Wukong was speechless. Or rather, he was too lazy to care about him. He himself couldn't imagine that he would always sleep in the same bed with someone.

Xuanzang's eyelids were fighting. With his eyes closed, his voice became softer and softer. At first, he could hear him shouting "Wukong." Later, he couldn't hear what he was mumbling. Soon, his breathing became even and long. His pale face gradually turned red.

It seemed that he was exhausted.

Wukong didn't move. He looked at Xuanzang's peaceful sleeping face. Perhaps it was because Wukong was too good-looking that he felt comfortable just looking at him. He didn't want to move, nor did he want to go back.

Falling flowers fluttered around, but they just happened to avoid landing on Xuanzang's body. It seemed that they didn't want to disturb his sleep.

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Xuanzang woke up to the sound of pounding medicine.

At this time, he didn't know how many hours he had slept. The sky was a little dark. He rubbed his eyes and instinctively looked at Wukong. He found him sitting on the tree opposite him, holding a small stone pot and a small stone pestle and pounding medicine.

The sound was more like a reminder to wake him up.

Wukong glanced at him. "You're awake?

You're quite good at sleeping. "

"What are you doing?" Xuanzang sat up and asked.

Wukong jumped down from the tree, picked a peach blossom filled with water, and gave it to him to check the abrasions on his body. Xuanzang drank the water while looking down at the stone pot. Inside was a dark green, sticky paste that emitted a fishy smell. It was obviously going to stick to his body.

Xuanzang pinched his nose and turned pale with fright. He wanted to avoid it.

"Why are you avoiding it?" Wukong squeezed his shoulder. "Hemostasis grass.

Take off your clothes. "

It was never his turn to do chores like pounding medicine. But today, he didn't know why, but he wanted to do it himself.

Xuanzang had no choice but to take off his clothes and take out a miniature version of the Little White Dragon from his chest. It was as listless as a piece of rope and was at the mercy of others.

Xuanzang was very worried. "Wukong, The Third Prince is in trouble. What should we do?" He handed the Little White Dragon over. "Quickly apply some on him."

Wukong was speechless.

"He's just asleep. He'll recover in two days." Wukong said, "He's different from you mortals."

Xuanzang could only watch as he scooped up a handful of paste and rubbed it on his body. His upper body was bare, and he was shivering from the cold.

His injuries were mainly on his arms and legs. There was nothing else on the ground. Wukong's eyebrows were tightly knitted. He didn't see any wounds, so he let him put it back on.

God knows why he didn't know what to do with a mortal's body. He didn't even dare to look at it.

His arms and legs were covered with the dark green paste. Wukong stared at him and wiped it on both sides of his cheeks.

Xuanzang was distressed. He lowered his head to look at the Third Prince and was caught off guard by the sudden attack. "Ouch!" He cried out and looked at the Third Prince in confusion. "My face too?

But it doesn't hurt. "

Wukong said, "You're thick-skinned. You can't feel it."

Xuanzang was speechless.

This wasn't his Wukong.

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Wukong brought him back to find something to eat.

The monkeys' food was inexhaustible mountain fruits. They didn't have a single grain of rice. In front of Xuanzang was a pile of peaches, plums, dates, longan, and apricots. Although they couldn't satisfy the needs of the human body, he didn't ask for anything else. He peeled hazelnuts and walnuts as the staple food.

Because his body was green and smelled bad, he was isolated by the monkeys.

Wukong didn't look at him anymore. Some demons came to visit again. He drank and chatted with them. It was very lively.

Xuanzang nibbled on a hazelnut bit by bit. He looked at him from afar. He was sad and disappointed. He silently wondered if he could take a bath tonight.

When the sun set in the west, the jade rabbit hung high in the sky. The demons were drunk and swaying left and right. The lively Huaguo Mountain gradually quieted down.

Only Wukong was still drinking alone. A few well-behaved and beautiful female demons sat diagonally beside him, pouring wine for him. He did not refuse, nor did he pay attention to them. The female demons took it as a tacit consent, so they stayed.

They knew that if they wanted to stay by his side, they had to do it without quarreling or fighting.

Xuanzang widened his eyes. Seeing him surrounded by women, he felt a lump in his throat. Tears welled up in his eyes.

It was probably because his disciple didn't live up to his expectations and broke his precepts. As his master, he was so upset that he cried.

He didn't have the willpower. He didn't bring him along to learn. Even when he got better, he didn't bring him along.

Wukong felt the resentful gaze. He looked over and saw the green and alone Xuanzang. He couldn't help but laugh and beckoned him over.

His anger instantly disappeared. Xuanzang walked over. The demonesses looked at him curiously.

He stopped in his tracks and pursed his beautiful red lips.

Wukong instinctively knew that he was unhappy. He was a little anxious. "Come, let me see if your injuries have healed."

Xuanzang looked down and said, "A monk can't get close to women."

Wukong smiled and dismissed them. "Master has spoken."

Xuanzang sat opposite him. He looked at the wine jars on the ground and the wine bowl in his hand. He sighed again.

"What are you sighing about?"

Wukong looked through the medicine and realized that the abrasions on his body had mostly healed. There shouldn't be any scars left after one night.

The little monk's skin was like jade. There couldn't be any flaws.

Xuanzang was a little angry. "You even told me that you were a virgin and didn't get close to women."

Wukong: "…" Why did he say that?

"I didn't get close."

An explanation popped out. "The girls on the mountain can't be chased away or lectured. Just ignore them."

Xuanzang was still unhappy.

Wukong was helpless. "What's wrong now?"

Xuanzang said, "Not only are you addicted to women, but you're also addicted to alcohol. I can't stay with you." He sighed. "But Master can't control you now. It's fine as long as you're happy."

Wukong's hand paused. He felt that he had committed a heinous crime.

He wasn't addicted to drinking, but the improved coconut wine was unexpectedly to his taste.

He put down the wine bowl. "Master has the final say."

Why did he have to listen to Master?

Xuanzang said, "Then don't drink anymore."

"Okay."

"And don't get close to women." Xuanzang paused. "It's not good for your cultivation."

"… Okay."

"If women pester you, come to Master."

“？”

"Master is a monk. They're embarrassed to get close."

"… Okay."

Xuanzang relieved his depression. He smiled and took his hand. He rewarded him with a handful of peeled hazelnuts and said, "Master cares about you for your own good."

He was better looking than most people Wukong had seen. When he smiled, it made the surroundings dim. Wukong felt that his heart was flying away.