The Monkey King

  The noon sun scorched the earth, and the stone bricks under his feet were already smoking.

  The monks who were placed in the center of the square were so hot they were sticking out their tongues.

   In fact, heat is not a problem, the most critical problem is dryness. Being locked in this place, he didn't even have to drink saliva. After just a few hours of exposure, the sweat had already dried up, and some of them even had a faint tendency to faint.

   Numerous sergeants took turns pulling their long bows and pointing to the center of the square.

  In the periphery, every once in a while, a team of sergeants patrolled by, all eyes staring at Xuanzang. From beginning to end, Xuanzang just sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

  The canopy and the others stood motionless beside him.

  A monk with long ears and thief eyebrows glanced around, then secretly lowered his head and covered his face with his sleeves.

   "Water! There is water!"

   Someone suddenly screamed, and immediately, countless pairs of eyes looked towards this place.

   Zhao Fenger was so startled that the kettle in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

   The clear water in there came out with a "gudonggudong", and soon the ground was wet.

   Suddenly, all the monks opened their eyes.

   Before Zhao Fenger reached out his hand, the kettle was picked up by a fat-headed and big-eared monk.

   "Give me back!"

   Big Ears snorted coldly, looked at the kettle in his hand, and smiled at Zhao Fenger, who was in a panic.

   "Pay me back—!"

   With a loud roar, Zhao Feng Er has already rushed towards the big ear. However. Where is his small stature a match for big ears?

   I saw the big ear holding the wind ear with one hand, holding the water bottle in the other and pouring it into the mouth.

  Clear water flowed down the corners of the big ears' mouths.

   "Water...is water..."

   "Give me a little...give me a little!"

   Soon, the surrounding monks also reacted, and they rushed towards the two of them one by one, and quickly scuffled into one.

   in a scream. The elderly elder stood by and waved his arms to persuade him to fight. He was constantly pushed out and stomped his feet in anger. In the end, he slumped on the ground and cried.

   In the chaos, Xuanzang slowly opened his eyes and said softly, "Can the third prince let the rain down to ease the urgency of the monks?"

  Little White Dragon looked up at the sky, then looked down at the taut bow in the hands of the sergeant outside the square. He turned his face and looked at the canopy on the side again: "I want to rain. I want to go to the sky. I said earlier that there was someone behind them... It's not difficult to rain. The key is that I go now, I'm afraid there will be no return."

   said, Xiao Bailong asked his cousin who was lying beside him, "Are you thirsty?"

  Tao Jie quickly shook his head: "I...I'm fine..."

Hearing this, Xiao Bailong immediately rolled his eyes at Xuanzang: "It's alright, they can't die. Before we came, they worked in the quarry every day. Isn't it different? It's not that easy to die. "

   "This time is different from the past." Xuanzang said softly: "On weekdays, although they do hard work, at least they have water to drink. Now trapped here, if one accidentally suffers from heatstroke..."

"That's their own business." Xiaobailong turned his face away from Xuanzang, and said leisurely, "Don't tell me about the westward journey to save all sentient beings, it's yours, not ours. Besides, you previously Didn't you say it when you wrote the letter for the villagers? If it's not about the immortals and monsters, you can't rely on us, if you rely on us for everything. How can the latecomers go your way?"

   After saying this, Xuanzang was speechless.

   After hesitating for a while, Xuanzang had no choice but to glance at the monks who were rushing, sighed, and closed his eyes again. The eyebrows were furrowed tightly.

   Seeing this, the roller shutter slowly walked to the side of Xiaobailong and kicked him quietly.

"what?"

   "Let it rain. When it rains, everyone will be at ease. Aren't you so hot that your throat is smoking?"

   "No." Xiaobailong gave him a white look. He replied angrily, "Go and go by yourself."

   "I need to find you if I can go by myself?"

"Anyway, I won't go, the big thing will wait for the Great Sage to come back." With the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the monks who were still tossing back and forth, and the little white dragon said leisurely: "If they can survive until the Great Sage comes back, They are saved. If they can't make it, that's because their lives are not good."

   Seeing that the persuasion couldn't move, the roller blind had to look at the canopy, just as he was about to say something, he saw that the canopy was winking at him, signaling him not to say anything.

   Helpless, the roller blind had to bow down and sit down.

   "Marshal, are you really watching them go on like this?" A voice sounded in Tianpeng's mind.

"Who can you save? We had to stay because we wanted to save them. But it was precisely because we wanted to save them that we killed them. Forget it, our responsibility was to **** Master Xuanzang westward. Don't care, don't care, don't care."

In his consciousness, Xiao Bailong suddenly interjected and said: "I think it's better for them to die. If they die, there is no reason for Master Xuanzang to stay there, so we have no scruples. Hehe, depending on what we want It's easy to leave with Master Xuanzang."

  The roller blind pouted and wanted to say something, but he couldn't come up with any answer for a long time, so he had to give up.

  …

   At this time, the monkey asked a few people and finally found the mountain gate of Xieyue Sanxingdong, but he hesitated, not knowing whether to go in or not.

   "Qingxin should be in there, if she is there, Chenxiang will definitely be there too."

   "But...is the old man here? If he is, what should we say when we meet?"

   "If I want to ask Chenxiang about his father and the fuck, will Qingxin stop him?"

   "She shouldn't laugh at me, right?"

   "No, she doesn't even know why I asked Chenxiang, she probably won't laugh..."

   "Forget it, it doesn't matter, just smile and you won't die."

   After hesitating for a long time, the monkey finally gritted his teeth and reconfirmed that the jade slip that was in contact with Tianpeng was in good condition. Climb up the winding steps step by step.

  …

  In the courtyard, Chen Xiang was lying crookedly on the stone table studying calligraphy.

  Across the table, Qingxin and Queer sat respectively.

   "Hold the pen well!"

  Chenxiang hurriedly raised the hand holding the pen by half a point.

   "Who taught you to sit so strangely?"

  Agarwood hurriedly sat up straight.

   "What's the matter with shaking feet? How can anyone shake their feet when writing?"

   Chenxiang quickly reached out and pressed her knees.

   His brows were so furrowed that he could squeeze out the water, but he didn't have the guts to argue, so he could only endure it.

   The Queer on the side couldn't help but covered her mouth and "giggled" and laughed.

once Upon a time. There was also a person who taught her that, in the Tusita Palace.

   At that time, she thought she was a "bird", thinking all day long that she would see the monkey in her dream one day, but it's a pity...

   After a short laugh, Queer's eyes gradually became lonely.

   Now as the steward of the Tusita Palace, she has an endless lifespan. But what is this endless life for? But she couldn't even tell herself.

  The past is like smoke...

   "This child doesn't know what's going on." Qing Xin slapped the ruler in her hand on the table. He said angrily: "His father is still a teacher, how old is he, and he doesn't even know a few words."

  Chenxiang shrank her neck slightly, not daring to say a word.

   Looking at Chenxiang's distorted words like earthworms, she said innocently and angrily, "Have you written before you came here?"

   "Return to the master's words." Chen Xiang replied cautiously: "I have written... but paper is expensive, and my father does not allow me to write often."

   "Can I only write on paper?" Qingxin's face became more and more ugly: "Bamboo slips can't do it? If it doesn't work, I can write with a stick on the ground. I must be lazy and don't practice calligraphy on weekdays!"

   Queer couldn't help laughing again: "Forget it, didn't Sister Qingxin play like this when she was a child? Chenxiang is like a master, so it should be."

   Said, Queer got up and took away the paper under Chenxiang's pen, spread it in her hand and looked at it, and then said: "Besides, this word is actually okay, practice slowly, and it will be better in the future."

   Chen Xiang looked at Qing Xin cautiously with a brush.

   After being silent for a while, Qing Xin flattened her mouth and gave Chen Xiang a white look. Said: "Today's calligraphy practice is here first, go to the inner room to practice five hundred times of breathing. It must be completed before sunset."

  Chenxiang nodded hurriedly, and ran into the house.

  's footsteps were as light as a mouse, for fear that if he was not careful, he would be blamed again.

   looked at Chenxiang's back. Queer sighed lightly and said, "Now that I am a master, do you know how hard it is to be a master?"

   rolled his eyes at Queer, and said with a clear heart, "The main reason is that this apprentice is not good enough."

"Really?" Queer said with a smile, "A five-year-old child, how many words do you expect him to recognize? He is not a prodigy. Besides, when you were five years old, you were not necessarily much better than him. "

   "Sister Queer!" Qingxin pouted and said, "Can you stop mentioning my childhood in front of him? I still have to be a master."

   "Go, go, don't mention it in the future."

   Queer covered her mouth and laughed.

   Qingxin snorted and laughed.

  In the courtyard, the two of them sat together like a pair of sisters.

  The breeze was blowing slowly, and the green leaves on the branches trembled slightly.

   After a while, Queer asked softly, "Have you stopped by his side?"

   "No." Qing Xin shook her head, looked at the clouds floating in the sky and muttered to herself, "What can I do if I go? He already hates me to the bone."

"how could be?"

"I don't know, in short, I hate it very, very much. In fact, I hate myself a bit..." He pursed his lips and said leisurely: "Forget it, it's okay to be hated, anyway, if he doesn't come to me, neither do I. Go find him...you'll be fine."

Bowing his head, he stared at the clasped hands and said, "Originally, I was thinking... thinking about letting him not go to Lingshan. If he can turn back, I can feel at ease. As long as... time is long enough, everyone will forget about the matter. That's it. But I'm still too naive, he won't listen to me at all. To be precise, he's like a stone in a ditch, he won't listen to anyone, and no one can stop him from doing anything. Six After more than a hundred years, it seems to have converged a little on the surface, but in fact it is still the same in essence."

   "Maybe wind chimes, or real birds?"

  Qingxin raised his head slightly and glanced at Queer, blinked and said, "You know I'm not... I just have a memory. Once reincarnated, it's another person. Once it is revealed..."

He slowly closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Once Dao is revealed, I don't know how to face him, and he doesn't know how to face me... Does it make sense? Feng Chi was worried about being beaten into the soul by him at the beginning. There is no reason to worry... When the soul is scattered, even the soul of the earth is destroyed, and it is impossible to break in."

   "Then what are you going to do now?"

  Qingxin shook his head and said, "I don't know either, maybe it's best to do nothing. Master Subhuti asked me to tell him after he has successfully obtained the scriptures...but I don't want to."

   squinted her eyes slightly, and Queer noticed that when she said this, her hands tightened again and again.

   was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Sister Queer, you have been with Master Taishang for so long, can you accurately erase your memory?"

   "You want to remove the memory of the previous two lives?"

   Qingxin nodded.

"I can't do it." Que'er shook his head slowly and said, "This, in the world, only the master and the Patriarch Subhuti should be able to do it. If others mess with it, there will be great hidden dangers. Memories, emotions, are the most complicated things and can’t be easily moved.”

   After saying that, Queer looked towards Qingxin cautiously.

  For a moment, Queer read a trace of loss in Qingxin's eyes. However, that was just a flash.

Soon, Qingxin regained his energy, took a deep breath, and said carelessly: "It's okay, I can't delete it, I'll just find a way to forget it myself. As long as I don't care, what if I still remember it? Right? I can't forget ten years in a year, I can't forget a hundred years in ten years, I can't forget a hundred years..."

   Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of "咣", and a figure had descended from the sky and landed steadily on the stone table beside the two of them.

  Monkey looked around and said casually: "I came to find Chenxiang, and it has nothing to do with you."

   After saying that, he turned around and jumped off the stone table, walking towards the inner room.

  Leave Queer and Qingxin stunned on the spot. (To be continued~^~)

  PS:  WeChat has a lot of people~ The monkey's picture has been updated. The illustrator for Feng Chi and Yang Chan hasn't drawn it yet, and the canopy has already been drawn, but it can't be released, um. That's all. Welcome to the turtle WeChat public account: jybsg1985