[Journey to the West] The monster was captured by the master

Chapter 24 Untitled

"Well... Wukong, you—" Xuanzang was thinking about his words.

Wukong immediately changed back to his original body with a look of embarrassment.

"Master, don't get me wrong, it's just an image I changed randomly. I have 72 changes, and it's easy to change into a child. I just change into a child for fun when I have nothing to do—I'm not usually like this It looks like..." He explained hastily.

Xuanzang frowned and scratched his mouth: "This is blood! Wukong, what's the matter with you? Didn't you say that the monster didn't hurt you? Why did you vomit blood? You just vomited blood before hiding Do you want to be a teacher? What did the teacher tell you? If you have something to say, you must tell the master! You——you are so angry that you are a teacher!" Xuanzang's tone gradually became serious, regardless of Wukong's incoherent nonsense, he grabbed him Just go back.

"Hey, hey, master, I—I'm fine—" Wukong rubbed his hands on his face indiscriminately, but he didn't find any excess blood, which Xuanzang probably wiped off just now.He suddenly became annoyed, no matter what happened, everything would come together.The reason for vomiting blood was not found, and now Xuanzang has caught him again, and Xuanzang has also seen the image of his stupid kid...

Distraught, he dragged Xuanzang to explain: "I'm really fine—"

Xuanzang stopped suddenly. He turned around with a dark face: "At this time, you still argue with Master, is it so difficult to admit that you have been injured? If Master didn't find out, you were going to endure it like this? Endure it alone?"

Wukong was overwhelmed by the sudden temper of Xuanzang, who was always gentle and kind, and rubbed his hands for a moment, afraid to answer.

"Why are you still standing there? Go back." Xuanzang took Wukong's hand and walked quickly.

Wukong stared blankly at the wrist tightly held by Xuanzang, and was dragged back to their resting place by Xuanzang all the way without resistance.

Xuanzang pushed Wukong to sit on the grass, said "don't move" with a tiger's face, and turned his back to look for something in the luggage.

Wukong looked at Xuanzang's back, feeling confused.

He is angry?Is he really angry?Isn't he good tempered?Even Xiao Bailong, who took him away and wanted to eat him, could easily forgive him, and even ran to treat others with pots and pans all night... How could he be angry with himself?

Isn't it normal for him to vomit blood and hide it from him?He himself didn't understand the reason for vomiting blood, so if he, a mortal, knew about it, wouldn't it be more troublesome?He is such a worry-loving person, he would sympathize with the enemy for two days even if he was injured, so he regards himself as an apprentice, if he knows that he vomits blood unexplainably, won't he be so heartbroken to death?

Distressed?Wukong looked at Xuanzang's sweat-drenched back, who was piling up a hill of pots and pans, and seemed to understand the reason for Xuanzang's anger for a moment.

Is he angry because he loves himself?

The expression on Wukong's face softened.

At this time Xuanzang had already laid out all the things about the people who were eating. He set up a stone stove on the ground, picked up some dead branches and put them in, and then took out the flint and started the fire.

"Master wants to light a fire to cook food, right? Master, let me do it!" Xuanzang was standing in front of him, and it was inconvenient for Wukong to cast spells, so he wanted to get up and move aside.

But Xuanzang reacted surprisingly quickly today, and Wukong was pushed back only halfway through standing up: "Sit down for me! Did you move? You are all injured, so why do you use it? Master has a flint and steel Won't it work?"

As he said that, Xuanzang took the flint and struck out sparks quickly, "Thrilling—" the dry wood and hay in the stone stove were all ignited at once.Xuanzang put the pot on the stove and poured the water into it.

Wukong looked at the copper kettle in his hand, and then he knew why Xuanzang appeared by the spring.Did he go fetch water?

Wukong looked at the bottom of the pot being licked by the flames in a daze, and after watching for a while, he suddenly thought of something.He stood up suddenly: "Oh, master, I haven't gone out to find ingredients—"

"Don't be impatient, Wukong." Xuanzang turned his head and took Wukong's hand to signal him to sit down, "I just ate something in the monster cave for my master, and I'm not hungry. This pot of soup is for you."

"Me? Make it for me? Why would the monster give you something to eat, Master! Don't you think it's strange?" Wukong twitched his hands and feet trying to stand up, "The things the monster gives are unreliable, I'll go and give them to you Let's find some fresh food, in this season when all things prosper, there is no shortage of that food—"

"No——" Xuanzang pressed Wukong helplessly, he only had one hand free, and the other hand was still watching the fire behind him, but it miraculously held Wukong down.

"Wukong, don't let the master worry. You are seriously injured now, and the teacher is so heartbroken. Why are you running around?"

"Didn't I say that? I didn't—" Wukong wanted to say that he wasn't injured, but when he thought about it, it wouldn't be right to say that he wasn't injured, so how could he explain that he vomited blood?But precisely because he couldn't explain it himself, he didn't want Xuanzang to worry about it.But now he didn't want Xuanzang to know, and Xuanzang already knew.

The unknown is always more frightening than the known.So Wukong changed his words: "I didn't suffer serious injuries. It's spring, when everything grows, and the blood in my body is a little full, so I vomit blood after this small injury. Otherwise, it's just some insignificant small injuries. It’s fine if you don’t even notice it. Master, don’t take it seriously. How about I show you a stick technique and see if I can do it?”

Wukong took out the golden cudgel as he spoke.

Xuanzang suddenly let out a long sigh.

"No need for Wukong. No need." He looked at Wukong with distressed eyes and many things that were too complicated to distinguish.He lightly patted Wukong's head: "Where did the monster hit you at that time?"

"Ah? Really don't need it?" The golden cudgel in Wukong's hand was ready.

"Wukong, what about your past? Have you always been alone? No parents or elders?"

After hearing this, Wukong wanted to refute: No, he had a master.Bodhi is his elder.

But Xuanzang didn't give him a chance to speak, but continued on his own: "Only those who have no back to rely on, such as a lone tiger or leopard in the mountains, will always maintain a strong look. He habitually wraps up all his weaknesses and only reveals his strong side. Because it has no way out, and no one will help it. Once it reveals its weakness, it will be mercilessly slapped by other competitors. Kill—Wukong, you never really regarded me as your master." He stroked Wukong's head, but his eyes drifted aimlessly into the distance.

"Where am I—" Wukong wanted to defend himself, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Xuanzang interrupted him softly: "Don't deny me. When did you ever show your back in front of the master? Wukong, you always You are keeping vigilant. You only believe in yourself, and you always feel that you are your last line of defense, right? So when you are injured and vomit blood, the first thing you think of is not to heal the wound, but to hide from me first. "

"I—" Wukong really had nothing to say this time, and he found that he couldn't explain it at all.

What's going on, it's obviously not like this, he didn't mean that!No one recognized Xuanzang as his master more sincerely than him.It was the weak and incompetent Xuanzang before, didn't he also sincerely protect him and go to the west?This Xuanzang is so good now, how could he not really regard him as a master?He was just afraid that Xuanzang would be worried!But it seemed so weak to say it.

Wukong looked at Xuanzang a little aggrieved, and complained with his eyes: It's clearly not what you said!

Xuanzang continued to touch the top of his head, and when he lowered his head and saw his aggrieved eyes, he smiled gently: "I don't mean to blame you when I say this, but what I mean is, Wukong, you have to accept this. Now you are not alone, you have a back. Master is your backer, if you are injured outside, you can tell Master. You are not without love."

Wukong was a little moved. After meeting Xuanzang's smiling eyes, he suddenly turned his face away embarrassedly, and pointed behind him in a concealed manner: "Master, your water is rolling."

"Oh, the water is rolling." Xuanzang withdrew his hand from Wukong's head with some reluctance, and picked up a knife from his side.

"Master, what are you doing with the knife?" Wukong quickly stopped him.

"Of course it healed Wukong." Xuanzang smiled warmly.

The author has something to say:

Hey, I was so touched by a little angel who threw mines at me yesterday...

Speaking of it, everyone may not be good at it. People used to rely on bastards to draw some thunder and self-hypnosis to motivate themselves. .罒ω罒

The first real Lei in my life, I am so happy and want to go around in circles.

Lying in the little quilt, I feel dizzy now.

I will work hard and write well!

Finally, if someone has the cheek to push forward and ask for a collection of the author's column, he will be dragged out and spanked