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

Chapter 40

"Who hurt my people?" A rough voice came from the bottom of the river, and there were huge waves on the river surface, and a big red head broke out of the water.

Xuanzang held the little fish upside down, saw that the guy was extremely ugly, with a mess of red hair hanging on his face, like a water ghost, he couldn't help frowning and took two steps back calmly. Said: "What are you?"

The little fish saw the man in the water upside down in his hand, and screamed excitedly: "My lord! I'm here! I'm here! Eat this guy! He bullied me! My lord!"

There was also a sharp and thin sound in the water, probably all the fish and shrimp in the water were shouting together: "Eat him! Eat him! Great king!"

The thing with the red head gradually stood in the middle of the river. For some reason, in the quicksand river where the legend says "the goose's feathers cannot float, but the reed flowers sink at the bottom", he not only did not sink, but also drifted steadily towards Xuanzang.

Xuanzang frowned as he watched the thing float closer and closer, and couldn't help using some strength in his hand, the little fish immediately yelled: "Ahhh! You are dead and you still dare to bully me! Ahhh, the king beat him to death! Great King! Come and beat him to death!"

Xuanzang looked down at the fish with distaste, bent down and scooped some water from the river with one hand into the palm of the other, and threw it in: "Is your king a demon or a ghost?"

"W-what? How dare you ask such disrespectful questions! You are really doomed. Hmph! Our king is a descendant of a god, and you have no right to know his origin. You just wait to die." That guy After saying this, he stopped talking to Xuanzang, and no matter how much Ren Xuanzang played with it, he didn't respond.

Xuanzang had no choice but to raise his head to look at the red-haired water ghost who was approaching on the river.

The red-haired water ghost floated closer, Xuanzang pinched the small fish and said, "Amitabha. The water ghost benefactor is the king of the fish benefactor?"

"What water ghost!" A rough and ugly voice came out from under the red head, and the hair stuck to his face was dripping, looking down on his face.Under Xuanzang's indescribable gaze, he may have finally realized the problem with his hair, and he brushed back the red hair that was hanging on his face, revealing a pale and handsome face, "I am the Lord of Liusha River, Monk Xiu Talk nonsense. It’s the first time you offend me, and I’ll give you a chance. You quickly put my people back into the water, then kneel on the ground and kowtow to me three times, and I won’t kill you.”

"What! My lord, I don't agree! Your lord, kill him, kill him!" The little fish kept bouncing in Xuanzang's hand, but Xuanzang's hand seemed to grow on him, no matter how hard he struggled. , and can't get rid of it.

"Shut up!" The red-haired ghost sternly reprimanded Xiao Yu, then looked impatiently at Xuanzang: "Monk, do you hear me, why don't you kowtow to me and confess?"

Xuanzang gently shook the little fish in his hand: "If the poor monk kowtows, can the little fish give it to the poor monk?"

"No, there is no room for negotiation. Plead guilty! Hurry up and return my people to me, or I will kill you."

Xuanzang shook his head: "It is impossible to kowtow, so the poor monk has to go to hell with this fish benefactor. The benefactor should kill the poor monk."

"You!" The red-haired ghost pointed at Xuanzang's trembling hand, too angry to speak.He swam around in the water, and changed his face again: "Okay, okay, as long as you return my people, I will let you go this time. Get out, get out."

Xuanzang blinked his eyes: so easy to talk?

"But what if the poor monk still wants to cross the river by the way?" He tilted his head slightly, carefully observing the red-haired ghost's expression.

The red-haired ghost's face immediately changed: "Don't even think about it! No one can cross this eight hundred li quicksand river."

"The poor monk must pass."

"Then you can live on your own."

"The benefactor has already said that no one can cross the [-]-mile Liusha River. The poor monk is a mortal, one has no wings, and the other does not have the skill of flying clouds and fog. How can he cross it?" Xuanzang showed helplessness.

"Hmph," the red-haired ghost curled his lips, "It's good that you have this self-knowledge. I advise you to return my people back quickly, or you will look good."

Xuanzang smiled gently, and played with the poor little fish unhurriedly: "Why don't the benefactor come and save him?"

"I--I--" the red-haired ghost groaned and couldn't speak, Xuanzang naturally explained for him: "Could it be that the benefactor has some unspeakable secrets? For example-"

Before Xuanzang finished speaking, the red-haired ghost trembled unnaturally, and shouted first: "Nothing! I am in a good mood today, and I don't want to make more troubles. You hurry up and put my people down, or I will die." eat you."

Xuanzang stared at him for a while, and then smiled slightly after seeing the red-haired ghost until his forehead was sweating: "Just let it go, I won't make things difficult for you."

With that said, he threw the little fish into the river.

The little fish disappeared as soon as it entered the water, and there was a thin voice in the water: "My lord, kill him quickly! My lord, kill him quickly!"

And five miles away, Wukong, who had been observing what was going on here, stepped on a branch of a tree. Seeing this, he slapped his palm in pain: "Oh! Why let it go! Take this opportunity to threaten Wujing with that fish!"

He murmured bitterly for a while, wishing he could go forward to negotiate for Xuanzang, but after a while he realized what he was doing: "Why should I help him? Whatever he wants, I won't help him. "So he squatted silently and continued to observe secretly.

Here Xuanzang put the little fish back into the water, and the red-haired ghost secretly heaved a sigh of relief. When he looked up and saw Xuanzang still standing there, he became nervous again: "What are you still doing here? Since you let my son go Min, I will spare your life, hurry up and go."

Xuanzang still had the same smile just now, very kind and kind: "Almsgiver, why are you in such a hurry to drive the poor monk away, why don't we talk about it?"

"I have something else to do, so I don't want to talk too much with you." The red-haired ghost raised his chin coldly, and turned his face to the side, "Okay, my patience has a limit, you hurry up—go Bar."

"No, let's chat." Xuanzang smiled calmly, "Why don't you talk about the rumors you heard about the poor monk recently?"

The red-haired ghost's facial muscles twitched, and there were a few ripples on the calm water under his feet. He turned his head and snorted disdainfully, "Joke, I'm busy every day, so how can I have time to listen to you?" It's a rumor about a mortal monk, don't think highly of yourself."

He has red hair and shoulders, and stands with folded arms: "Listen, monk, my patience has reached its limit. If you don't panic and run away again, I will make your life worse than death."

"The poor monk wants to see how life is worse than death. How about the benefactor come up and try?" Xuanzang also stood with arms folded, playing a rogue.

"you!"

"I?"

"Oh, let's go. I don't like to argue with you and other villains." The red-haired ghost waved his hand impatiently, "I don't care about you."

After speaking, he quickly sank into the water.

Seeing that Wujing really fell into the water, Wukong couldn't help but sigh. "How can this be good!"

But Xuanzang here unhurriedly took out his knife and rolled up his sleeves again.He raised his voice towards the river: "Oh, since the benefactor has never heard of it, let it be. Recently, my wrist is itchy. I don't know if bleeding some blood will make me feel better..."

"Tick tock—" A drop of dark red blood dripped into the Liusha River, and quickly dissipated without a trace, but the red-haired ghost immediately surfaced: "You are crazy! What are you bleeding out for!!"

Xuanzang raised his eyebrows innocently: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

The author has something to say:

Maybe, the law of true fragrance, he does not have the most fragrant, only more fragrant, and then we may have to enjoy the large-scale Wukong Zhenxiang scene for a period of time.

Alas, all four members of Journey to the West have changed my ugly name (shy)