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

Chapter 33 Untitled

"Why are you shaking, the poor monk is a monk, and he is merciful. Would he still hurt you?"

Xuanzang approached the three demons with a smile, and squatted down in front of the little white dragon who was shaking into a sieve with snot and tears streaming down his face: "The poor monk will not harm you, the poor monk only wants to save all sentient beings."

Then he scratched his wrist lightly with his nails, blood gushed out, and a seductive aroma wafted in the air.Xuanzang opened Xiaobailong's dislocated mouth and let the blood flow for a while.

The little white dragon yelled "Woo-woo--" and could only make a weak and vague sound, looking at Xuanzang's tears full of pleading, but Xuanzang turned a blind eye to it.He put his wrist in Xiao Bailong's mouth for a while, and then took it out somewhat helplessly: Sure enough, the wound has healed early.

"It seems that the benefactors are also lucky again." He stood up neatly and went to get the pot.

In the evening, he and Wukong had some firewood left for dinner, but it was not enough to cook a pot of broth. How could Xuanzang have the heart to let his "donors" drink a pot of inferior broth?He left for a while to pick up a handful of firewood and came back, and he also made a clean mountain spring by the way.

He piled up the firewood beside the little white dragon, and lightly patted the little white dragon: "You dragons should be able to breathe fire, please give me a bite, please."

Spray your sister on fire!Won't!

Little Bailong managed to blow out a small flame, which ignited the pile of firewood.

Xuanzang also put down the knife on the little white dragon's neck.

"That's right, the other two benefactors should also learn the helpful spirit of the white dragon benefactor." Xuanzang set up the pot, filled it with water, then turned around and lifted his trouser legs, and stabbed his calf pared.

The blood immediately soaked the ground, Xuanzang looked at the ground in distress and frowned—it was a pity for his blood.

Sure enough, it is more convenient to cut the elbow, but the three guys here, the meat of cutting the elbow is not enough...

Xuanzang squeezed the calf meat in his hand, took out the cutting board and sliced ​​it into thin slices, and chopped some wild onions, ginger and garlic.At this time, the water was about to boil, so he reluctantly took out his secret seasoning, poured a few tablespoons into the water, and added pepper.

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The soup in the pot was still gurgling, Xuanzang poured a bowl of soup into the little white dragon's mouth: "The poor monk took out all his secret seasonings, the benefactor must like it."

Little Bailong had already shed all his tears, just staring blankly at the gray sky above his head.

Xuanzang divided the soup in the pot into three portions and fed them to the mouths of the three monsters. Seeing their faces that were loveless, he recited "Namo Amitabha" with satisfaction.

After a breath, the three monsters struggled to take one last look at the dark sky and lost consciousness.

Seeing the three demons lose consciousness, Xuanzang finally rolled the corner of his mouth with a smile.He raised his head and glanced at the cloudy sky, grabbed the body of the black bear spirit and walked towards the east.

Half a moment later, he followed the same pattern and dragged away Zhu Gangguan and Xiaobailong.

Xuanzang returned to Wukong after finishing the three monsters.

Wukong was placed upright on the tree trunk by him before, but now his body is already crooked.Xuanzang straightened him up again, and sat down next to him.

Wukong's head slowly tilted towards him along the tree trunk, and he blocked it with his hand.

He looked at this silly monkey with a hairy face and a thin face, with a complicated look on his face.

Who are you?

Xuanzang stared at Wukong for a while, then suddenly cut his finger again, squeezed out a little blood and fed it to Wukong's mouth.He stared at Wukong's face closely, but he couldn't see any slight changes in the hair on this guy's face. He couldn't help thinking of Wukong's human form that he accidentally saw by the stream last time.

It is still in human form for easy observation.

He recklessly squeezed a lot of blood into Wukong's mouth, watched his Adam's apple unconsciously slide up and down, and felt relieved when he swallowed the blood.He stroked his soft hair lightly, then stood up and walked away.

As he walked, he looked at the changing sky, his eyes gradually became sharper.

He stood still on a dirt slope about ten feet away from the old locust tree, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes.

The dark clouds in the sky had been brewing for a long time, and as soon as Xuanzang stood up, thunder splashed down like running water, and the land where Xuanzang stood was instantly submerged by the thunder.

Countless thunderbolts fell, and it seemed like there would never be an end.The wolves, tigers, leopards, goblins and goblins in the mountains trembled under the appalling sound of thunder.

The pattering blood dripped through the ground under his feet, and the figure with folded hands could be vaguely seen standing upright in the thunder and lightning.

"So, is this pain?" Someone murmured softly in the air.

In the distant Tang Dynasty, a distant bell rang, awakening the sleepers in a temple.The abbot rushed out of the meditation room in disheveled clothes, and frantically slammed the door panels of all the monks loudly: "Get up! Get up quickly! The bell in the back mountain finally rang!"

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After the thunder passed, Xuanzang covered his mouth and coughed lightly.The monk's robe on his body had long been annihilated in the thunder, and he walked to the side of the bag with bloody footprints step by step, wiped his bloody fingers on the ground, and then opened the bag to take out the bag with the monk's robe.With shaking hands, he put the monk's robe on his body, and then collapsed to the ground.

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"Oh, so it was Zhugang's hyena that attacked last night, and I burned him so hard that he was severely injured, and I also fainted, right?" Wukong frowned.

"As a teacher, I don't know about you monsters. I don't know about mana. Anyway, as a teacher, I only know that Wukong, you were originally unable to defeat that goblin, but after you yelled, you suddenly injured that goblin. Then you fell down suddenly, the goblin wanted to put you to death, Wei Shi stepped forward to save you, you grabbed Wei Shi's hand and said, 'I have no magic power, Master run' and then lost consciousness. The teacher didn't know what to do, so he could only run west with you on his back. Fortunately, the goblin was probably seriously injured, and he was thrown off by the teacher after chasing for a while. How do you feel?" Xuanzang looked at Wukong worriedly, and blamed himself: "It's all because of being a bad teacher, which caused Wukong to lose his mana. As a teacher, if you hear that monsters lose their mana, they will change into their original forms. Wukong, you ..."

Wukong comforted: "Master, you don't have to blame yourself. You can practice again when your mana is gone. There is a way to break it and then build it. At worst, I will practice again. I have practiced once. It is easy to cultivate back to the original state again." He said It was easy to say, but he knew in his heart that with the strange curse of declining mana, it might be difficult for him to go back to practice.

After sitting for a while, he felt that his body had finally adapted to the feeling of weakness without mana.He was thinking about Xuanzang's blood-soaked monk's robe in his heart, and as soon as he gained strength, he got up and walked to Xuanzang's side.Taking advantage of Xuanzang's inattention, he quickly lifted his monk's robe: "Master, you must let me see——your injury..."

Wukong took a deep breath, looking at the situation in front of him, he was almost speechless.

The skin under Xuanzang's robe had all turned into scorched black, and the broken skin was just spliced ​​together in front of him, so bloody and bloody that a hard-hearted person like Wukong couldn't bear to look at it.

"Master...Master..." He put down his monk robe slowly almost trembling, and then looked into Xuanzang's calm and even smiling eyes with red eyes.

"You—you really don't know the pain?" He gritted his teeth and choked out the words, his veins bulged, and he roared at the back: "If it's someone else, the pain will be so painful! You still run behind my back Run for a day! You!"

He was so angry that he couldn't speak, but in a blink of an eye his nose was a little sore again. How could there be such a person?He only knows how to care about the pain of others, even those who are insignificant and enemies, but he completely ignores his own pain and puts it aside.

Wukong covered his face: "Blame me, blame me for being incompetent. I can't keep you, you have to suffer this kind of crime, blame me, I am not a competent apprentice, I am not qualified, I have no mana now, I am not qualified at all When your apprentice..."

"Goku."

Xuanzang put his hand on Wukong's head lightly, and stroked a lock of his curled hair: "Why does Wukong think so? It is obvious that the master should protect the disciple, so how can there be a disciple to protect the master?" Master can't protect you, so you need to make sacrifices. Neither you nor I are wrong, it's those monsters who are wrong."

"No, it's not those monsters either!" Wukong raised his head with red eyes, "It's the people who created this world who made the mistake."

He looked at the still gray sky with resentment: "Who the hell! Come out for me! Don't torture people like this, okay! Just torture me, why do you want to bring my master!"

There was a flash of light in the sky, and a thunderbolt struck down.

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