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

Chapter 34 Untitled

The rabbit held half a piece of tree root in its mouth, and still maintained the movement of rushing towards the tree stump.But the action doesn't make sense anymore - it's already cooked.

The thunder that was called down by Wukong was impartial, and it was striking the rabbit who was trying to seek death. While fulfilling the wish of the rabbit, it also saved Xuanzang from having to cook it.

Wukong was stunned, but Xuanzang naturally came down from the tree stump, picked up the overripe rabbit, pulled out the half of the tree root that had been roasted into charcoal, and began to peel off the black layer of the rabbit. Scorched skin.

This strike of lightning was really just right, it just scorched the fur of the rabbit, and after peeling off the burnt black skin on the outside, it was the rabbit meat that was oily on the outside, crispy on the outside, and tender on the inside. of burnt aroma.

Xuanzang glanced at Wukong who was still stunned, and called out, "Wukong, bring me the knife and pepper noodles."

"Oh, and two more bowls," he added.

Only then did Wukong recover from his trance, seeing Xuanzang squatting on the ground indifferently, hurriedly took the things Xuanzang asked for.He snatched the rabbit from Xuanzang's hand, frowned and said: "Master, you should sit aside, I will do these things."

Xuanzang smiled: "You do it, then do you know what to do next?"

"I—" Wukong was blocked for a moment, but he replied immediately: "I don't know, but Master can guide me."

"But my teacher is stupid, so I can't explain clearly." Xuanzang smiled.

Wukong: "..." You are stupid, are there people in this world who can speak?

But in the end Xuanzang stepped aside with a smile: "Okay, I know your heart as a teacher. Today, as a teacher, I will try Wukong's craft."

Wukong nodded awkwardly, holding the rabbit in his left hand and the knife in his right, and raised his head to signal Xuanzang to instruct him on the next move.

Xuanzang sat on the tree stump and shook his legs boredly: "Wukong, first peel off the burnt black skin left on the rabbit, then cut open the rabbit's stomach to dig out the internal organs, and then slice the rabbit into pieces. ——Well, forget it, let’s divide it into two pieces directly.”

Wukong let out a "hmm" and began to pick the skin awkwardly.The smell of rabbit meat rushed into his nose, and he suddenly recalled some long-term memories, it seems to be before he was tricked by Taibai Jinxing to become Bi Mawen. Eat meat, don't ask about tomorrow, live your life recklessly and unrestrainedly.

How did it change later?

In fact, he didn't do any evil in Huaguo Mountain. He took the Dinghaishenzhen, which belonged to Dayu. Where did it go up?It is true that he was reckless when he drew the book of life and death, but Yan Luo only cares about human affairs, so why should he take the life and death of people in the demon world into his hands?They have never taken care of the demon.A group of people who look down on you and don't care about your life and death still hold your life and death in their hands. What's the reason?Could it be that a demon is born to be abused by others?

A surge of resentment filled Wukong's chest but he had nowhere to vent it. He accidentally pulled the rabbit into two parts, and the rabbit's leg bounced.He came back to his senses suddenly, and found the miserable condition of the rabbit, and couldn't help turning to Xuanzang for help: "Master, this..."

"It's okay, you continue to peel the skin first, half and half, and then take out the internal organs later." Xuanzang said indifferently.

Wukong nodded, the hair on the back of his hand was stained with oil, he rubbed the back of his hand on his wrist in distress, licked his dry lips and continued to skin carelessly.But the hair on his hands obscured his vision from time to time, which made his movements very inconvenient.

"Wukong, your that... can you still change the human form you changed last time?" Xuanzang's voice came from behind, and Wukong turned his head vigilantly: "Master, why do you ask this?"

"Oh, as a teacher, I just think, um... Wukong doesn't think it will be more convenient if you change into a human form?" Xuanzang said tentatively.

Wukong immediately refused excitedly: "No, no, no, no! Well, I mean, I don't have mana right now, so I can't change it. And it's quite convenient for me to just be like this, Master—"

As he said that, he peeled off a piece of skin and a piece of meat, and threw it on the ground with a serious face.

"Alright then." Xuanzang expressed helplessness on his face.

Finally, Wukong took care of the rabbit that was missing a large piece of meat, and couldn't wait to hand it to Xuanzang: "Master, you eat, you eat."

"Yeah, Wukong, you did a good job, you can try more next time." Xuanzang took the rabbit meat, tore off a small piece and tasted it politely, frowning.

Wukong's breathing tightened, and Xuanzang said, "Oh, I forgot to add seasoning."

Wukong rushed over to bring him all the things in the bag: "Master, which one do you want to add?"

"Oh, this is the master, come on your own, Wukong, you should go and solve your half first." Xuanzang picked and picked in the luggage.

After Wukong finished his own half, Xuanzang coated him with a layer of seasoning, gave him a place on half of the tree stump, and asked him to sit on it and eat.

The half of Wukong was peeled off for himself, so naturally he didn’t pay attention to his master. It looks bumpy on the surface, but after sprinkling seasonings and biting it down, the taste is surprisingly good.

He hadn't touched meat for thousands of years, so he didn't know that roasted rabbit meat was such a delicacy, so he gobbled up the half of the rabbit meat. When he turned his head, he found that Xuanzang was slowly going to his uneaten piece of meat. Sprinkle paprika noodles on the rabbit meat.

Wukong: "!!! Master, what are you doing? You still have injuries! This thing is too exciting!"

Xuanzang nonchalantly took a bite of the roasted rabbit meat sprinkled with pepper noodles, his eyes narrowed into a shape of enjoyment.After carefully chewing and swallowing the mouthful, he said slowly: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't put too much for the teacher."

Wukong looked at his thick layer: ... this is not much?

But Xuanzang enjoyed it, even though he was worried about Xuanzang's injury, he couldn't bear to stop him.Alas, how terrible the injury caused by the sharp weapon of the magic weapon is, I am afraid it is not worse than this 01:30 pepper noodles.Xuanzang's self-healing ability doesn't work on the wound caused by Zhu Gangli, which makes him worried. On the journey to the West, are there not many monsters with backgrounds and magical weapons?That powerful man sent the little white dragon, black bear, fine pig, and pig ganglue to him and Xuanzang without missing a beat. Thinking about it, even if he took Xuanzang to hide in the future, he still couldn't escape the means of that powerful man.

Wukong was upset for a while, seeing Xuanzang wearing blood-soaked clothes couldn't help but feel that it was an eyesore, went to look for his monk's robes in the bag, but found that one was missing.

"Why is Master's robe missing?" Wukong murmured.

"Oh, I'm afraid it was lost while running on the road." Xuanzang slipped away in reply.

Wukong nodded and stopped asking, took out the only set of monk robes in the bag and walked over: "Master, you can change into a clean monk robe."

Xuanzang frowned, and was about to refuse, but Wukong put the clothes back by himself: "Forget it, changing clothes must be very painful."

He thought of Xuanzang's bloody clothes, looking around this place, wondering where to find some medicinal herbs for promoting muscle growth and stopping bleeding for him.It doesn't matter if it works or not, it's better than nothing at all.

But just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by Xuanzang: "Wukong, can we have a chat?"

"What are you talking about? Master, I want to find some herbs for you first—"

"You don't need to know about Wukong, as a teacher, I still know something about my injuries." Xuanzang waved at Wukong, motioning him to come and sit down: "Those herbs are useless. Come, I will talk to you as a teacher."

Wukong walked over reluctantly and sat down, carefully avoiding Xuanzang: "But it's always right to try."

Xuanzang smiled and shook his head: "There is no need to waste this effort. Your body is still weak, so you should take a good rest. What's more, in this deep mountain and old forest, your teacher has been injured again. If you are not here, wolves and leopards will come. What can I do if I am a teacher?" Xuanzang coughed weakly as he spoke, with an unusual blush on his face.

Wukong frowned and looked at Xuanzang worriedly, and wanted to pat him on the back, but when he stretched his hand halfway, he remembered the injuries all over his body, so he clenched his fist and retracted his hand.He pursed his lips and looked at the vast sky in the distance: "Master is right. So what does Master want to talk about?"

Xuanzang also looked up into the distance, and his voice seemed to be coming from far away: "Talking about that topic from a long time ago. Do you still remember Wukong once asking about the past as a teacher?"

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Overwhelmed by Wuzhi Mountain for 500 years, Monkey King was once freed. He thought it was because of the vastness of the sea, but he didn't want to be tricked into learning the scriptures by a seemingly gentle and harmless scheming monk.

He accidentally fell into the hands of the bad monk, and Wukong was thinking about how to escape gracefully and without a trace every day——come back sooner or later to take revenge, and rub the bad monk on the ground.

Later, he reluctantly thought that since he was so generous, when he was free in the future, he would not seek revenge from him. Perhaps, he could also try to treat him a little better, a little bit.

However, Wukong never imagined that one day, he would risk being crushed for another 500 years, smashing the sky again, pointing at the nine heavens with his stick, making all gods and Buddhas enemies in the sky - because of that bad monk.