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

Chapter 41

"Woooooooo..." the red-haired ghost shed tears of sorrow, "What on earth do you want, I don't want to mess with you at all, woooooo, I hide on purpose so I can't see anyone, can't you just let me go..."

Xuanzang put away the knife, and the wound on his hand disappeared.

He said calmly: "Didn't the poor monk say that the poor monk wants to cross the river."

"You want to cross the river by yourself, why do you ask me?" The red-haired ghost wiped away his bitter tears, "Say you just dropped a drop of blood, won't all my subjects die?"

Xuanzang: "..."

"What the hell did you hear?"

The red-haired ghost still had a sad face: "Don't you know it all? Don't look away, just tell me, if only one drop of blood falls into the river, will my people lose their children and grandchildren..."

Xuanzang was silent for a while, and instead of answering the red-haired ghost's question, he asked seriously: "Since you want to avoid the poor monk, why did you come out to see me because of such a small fish?"

"Didn't you say that? Those are my people! Of course I can't watch my people being bullied by others. You tell me first, tell me—" the red-haired ghost was anxious.

Xuanzang looked strange: "But the poor monk doesn't think you look like a fish demon..."

"If it's not a fish demon, can't it have fish as its people!" The red-haired ghost immediately became irritable, but he was cowardly again after speaking, "That me, I mean, even if you're not a fish monster, you can have fish people... ...You tell me first whether they can still have children!"

Xuanzang was very puzzled by the red-haired ghost's persistence. He frowned and observed the red-haired ghost for a while, then continued to ask: "Speaking of which, the poor monk has asked you a question for a long time, and you haven't answered it. Xiaoyu said that you are a god, but the poor monk sees that you look like a rakshasa, so you are a god or a ghost?"

"...It's a ghost, a water ghost. Satisfied, you tell—"

"Oh, no." Xuanzang answered quickly.

"Huh?" The red-haired ghost asked blankly.

"The poor monk said that your people will not cut off their children and grandchildren." After Xuanzang answered, he thought again: "It's really strange that the story of the poor monk has spread to you like this, and I don't know how you monsters are. It’s too much of a mistake to spread the news…”

How else can it be passed on, word of mouth.The red-haired ghost looked at Xuanzang with resentment on his face: "If you can't, then you won't, he was talking nonsense, he thought...

The red-haired ghost was still a little worried: "Then what will happen to them after you dripped that drop of blood?"

"Nothing will happen." Xuanzang smiled kindly, "They will be happy."

"I don't think it may be..." The red-haired ghost glanced at the river worriedly, and suddenly realized that the river was quiet, and the chirping sounds of the little fish and shrimps were gone.But when he looked carefully into the water, those little guys were all swimming in the water well and freely.

"What's going on here?" The red-haired ghost picked up a small fish in a panic. The fish was jumping excitedly in his hand, and it even touched his palm with its mouth. It was obvious that he recognized him, but the red-haired ghost couldn't help it. But Fagui yelled: "What's going on! It can't talk anymore! Huanhuan? Huanhuan!"

He caught another fish, but the fish was still excited but made no sound.

"What's going on! Xixi! Xixi, you talk!"

"Thin! Thin!"

"Strips! Strips!"

He caught several fish in a row, but found that they were speechless.

"You—what did you do to them?" The red-haired ghost's hands under the slightly tattered red robe trembled slightly, and the entire Quicksand River was turbulent, "We didn't mess with you...you are Demon monk, demon monk!" His voice became sharper at the end.

Xuanzang clasped his hands together calmly: "Amitabha, the poor monk said that the poor monk only wants to cross the river."

"Are you going to kill my people if you cross the river? What a domineering person!"

"The poor monk just wants to give them happiness."

"What happiness!" The red-haired ghost's hair was blown into his mouth, and he roughly pushed it aside: "Who wants your happiness! They are very happy living here!"

The red-haired ghost was talking incoherently, this time it was really crying:

"They are very happy, they don't go out to cause trouble, they live peacefully in the river, what's wrong with them, you want to deprive them of the right to speak..."

"It's only me who is wrong, I shouldn't eat people, I ate a lot of people... But that was a long time ago, since I have them, I never go out to eat people... I don't want to deal with you , and I don’t want to eat Tang’s monk meat—I didn’t think about it at the beginning, I planned to avoid you...Why are you arresting my people..."

"I just want to guard them and live. I can't even do this... You should deal with me if you want to deal with them. How difficult it is for them to practice..."

Xuanzang was unmoved, and there were only a few words: "The poor monk said, the poor monk just wants to cross the river."

He took out the knife again, "The poor monk just wants to cross the river." He pointed to a bunch of small fish and shrimps swimming around the red-haired ghost in the river and spitting bubbles eagerly: "The poor monk doesn't care Your mental journey, but the poor monk doesn't mind letting you shed more tears."

He had a knife in his hand, but he didn't use it, but directly scratched his fingertips with his fingernails, and flicked another drop of blood into the river: "They just can't talk with one drop of blood, and they will lose their sanity with two drops of blood. And the poor monk can drip countless drops of blood..."

As expected, the small fish and shrimps in the water immediately became chaotic. They swam randomly, as if they had completely lost their direction. There was a burst of black air on the surface of the water, which was strange under the blue sky and white sun.

The face of the red-haired ghost twisted and twisted, sometimes looking worriedly at the river, and sometimes staring at Xuanzang with hatred.

Xuanzang persuaded: "Why is the benefactor hesitating? It's just helping the poor monk to cross the river. You can come and go freely in this water. It's a trivial matter, what is wrong?"

"Hmph! What do you know!" the red-haired ghost said angrily, "I can come and go freely in this water because I have a demon-subduing staff made of the Moon Palace Thoreau fairy wood. The water in the Liusand River is extremely cloudy, and only the Moon Palace Only the solo wood produced can support people to float. I only recognize one owner of this treasure stick. If I send you across the river, I have to break my treasure stick in half. This treasure stick has been with me for many years, and it is almost regarded as half. How can a wife look at it and break it easily."

The red-haired ghost's mouth was still firm, but Xuanzang had already seen the looseness in his heart.So Xuanzang stopped talking and just waited quietly for his answer.

Wukong on the other end also heard it clearly, but he was extremely puzzled by what one drop of blood was and two drops of blood, and what trick Xuanzang was playing.

Isn't Xuanzang's flesh and blood able to make people live forever?What Wu Jing said about the good stuff of flesh and bones of the living dead seemed to be some kind of poison.Xuanzang's attitude was also strange, he actually threatened people with two drops of blood, and what was even more frightening was that Wujing was actually threatened in this way.

Wukong couldn't help but wonder if Xuanzang used some kind of magic trick to deceive people. Maybe Xuanzang saw the small fish and shrimps in the river, and couldn't help his bad habit of broadcasting flesh and blood, so he dripped a drop of blood, and then By the way, use this lie to coax Wujing.

Wujing is a pure and honest person, how could he stand up to Xuanzang's persuasive talk that can confuse black and white, so he was fooled.

Alas, the honest man is really too pitiful.Wukong almost shed tears when he heard his tearful accusation.Only Xuanzang, who has a heart of stone, said that the monks are merciful. Wukong thought of Xuanzang's extravagant life, and secretly cast aside: He is a shitty monk!

But Wujing has a way to cross Xuanzang and cross the river. Wukong knows that this world is different from the real world.But, who cares.

Now that the problem has been solved, Wukong also started to prepare for crossing the river.

The [-]-mile river was vast, so he naturally couldn't wait for Xuanzang to pass before flying over secretly, he could only stay a hundred miles away from Xuanzang.If he really stayed here and waited foolishly, maybe Xuanzang would be dragged away when he reached the middle of the river.So he planned to change into something that could fly, and follow Xuanzang across the river not far or near.

The author has something to say:

Tsk, this chapter Xuanzang seems to be bad~

Don’t hit me, hit Xuanzang QAQ if you want to hit me

(Get into the little quilt and hide)