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

Chapter 39

Of course, the person who restricted Wukong's actions couldn't be Zhu Gangli, he is a past tense.But Wukong was unwilling to admit that that person was Xuanzang again.

Wukong made his last struggle.

Taking Xuanzang as the center, he tried all directions around him except the west, and finally determined that he could not leave Xuanzang for more than a hundred miles.The reason why he didn't go to the west was because he didn't want to go above the Liusha River and alarmed the Drifting Monk.

Wukong used the word "now", because when he went to see Guanyin more than two months ago, he still had the impression that the farthest he flew from Xuanzang would not exceed twenty miles.

Wukong returned to the top of the cliff full of vigilance and helplessness.

He worked a lot and ran around, but Xuanzang was sleeping soundly on the big rock at the bottom of the cliff.Wukong felt sad and indignant, so he decided to grab a pheasant and roast it to eat.

It's too painful, Xuanzang eats delicious food and drinks spicy food every day, why does he have to eat wild vegetables bitterly every day.

In the middle of the moon, Wukong found a place with water and bled the pheasant carelessly, and then went to pluck the chicken.

But because of his hands, it is really inconvenient to do this job.

Wukong remembered the advice Xuanzang gave him before, so he looked around vigilantly to make sure no one was there, and quietly transformed into a human body.

The hands are clean and dexterous, and it is much easier to do things like plucking hair.Wukong quickly plucked the pheasant's hair, but after plucking, the pheasant was still tossed terribly, and when he touched it carefully, he could feel many small stubbles.Wukong washed his hands covered with chicken feathers in the water, and in a fit of embarrassment, he turned into a fire and burned the chicken again.

Very well, any stubborn feathers on the pheasant would turn into charcoal under the fire. Satisfied, Wukong picked up the firewood and went to the top of the cliff to roast the chicken.

Half an hour later, Wukong grabbed the black roast chicken and took a bite while drooling.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Wukong spat out the black charcoal, remembering the time when Tianlei roasted the rabbit and Xuanzang asked him to peel off the skin of the charred rabbit.Then he remembered that Xuanzang seemed to have to gut the pheasant before roasting it, and then apply some seasoning...

Wukong peeled off the thick layer of black charcoal on the outside of the pheasant. Most of the lean and meaty pheasant disappeared immediately. Fortunately, the meat inside was cooked. Wukong took out the internal organs and threw them away, leaving almost nothing left. A skeleton roast pheasant took a bite, then swallowed it with a frown.

Not tasty, the meat was old and woody, and tasteless.Wukong thought of the endless seasonings in Xuanzang's little luggage. He used to think that these things were cumbersome, but now that he thinks about it, they are all treasures.

It was impossible for Wukong to touch Xuanzang's burden, he frowned and ate his roasted pheasant bite by bite, thinking it would be better to eat some wild fruits and vegetables.Eating meat or something takes too much effort and is unpalatable.

Wukong started to practice after eating the chicken. It is impossible to completely leave Xuanzang, but life is still going on. He has a faint premonition that a bigger crisis is coming.Although he didn't know what dangers he would encounter if he didn't protect Xuanzang, it was always good to be prepared in advance.

The Liusha River is just fifteen miles away, and Xuanzang can walk there in half a day.Wukong was eager to see how Xuanzang was going to cross the river, but Xuanzang ran into a tiger halfway without haste.

Wukong slapped his head: I still have to clear the way for Xuanzang, otherwise if I encounter a tiger, Xuanzang can't beat it, I can't beat it...

Wukong was about to force the tiger away with his momentum in private, but Xuanzang stretched out his hand towards the tiger one step ahead of him.

Wukong suddenly thought of Xuanzang's strange power, and immediately became worried about the tiger again: Terrible, this tiger is going to be "knocked into a tree stump"!

But Xuanzang didn't hurt the tiger. He put his hand on the tiger's head, and the tiger knelt down on the ground meekly.Wukong looked carefully and found that the tiger's legs were trembling slightly.

Wukong's mood became more complicated: I protect you as a weak person, but you can easily subdue the tiger.

Maybe it was meaningless for him to drive away any threatening wolves, tigers and leopards for Xuanzang. See, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the tiger of the king of beasts in the mountain would tremble and kneel down.

Wukong looked at Xuanzang again with his golden eyes, and found that the golden light on his body was even more dazzling.

In the past two months, Xuanzang often caught small creatures and fed them to Tang Monk.The merits and virtues naturally also increased greatly.

Wukong snorted softly and continued to observe.

He didn't change back to his original body, but simply maintained his human body.

He figured it out, ten thousand beasts cultivated to seek the Tao, why the first step in cultivation was to transform into form?Dolls must have an advantage in many places. Whether it is affinity with the aura of heaven and earth, or operating equipment, dolls have their own unique advantages. Last night, after pulling out a pheasant feather, changing the doll is much more convenient than before.He didn't like turning into a human form before because he was afraid that others would underestimate him, but now he is no longer the weak self he used to be, why should he embarrass himself for the eyes of others?It's really inconvenient to be covered in hair.

And here, Xuanzang successfully tamed a tiger that was trying to attack him, but he did not have the bad habit of feeding Tang Monk meat everywhere, he just patted it gently on the back, and let the tiger go away.

Wukong looked at the tiger leaving slowly, and he was not without complacency: Fortunately, Xuanzang is not willing to eat the meat of the Tang monk, except for himself and those small animals, Xuanzang will not cut the meat easily... Oh, What are you thinking! !

Wukong shook his head, jumped to another tree a few times, and looked around vigilantly.

Then Xuanzang hurried on with peace of mind, and soon approached the Liusha River.

The wind from the pavement blew past Xuanzang's bald head. Xuanzang touched the top of his bald head and sighed, "It's cool on the top of your head!"

I saw a huge stone tablet standing in front of the Liusha River. Xuanzang walked in with his luggage on his back and took a look, and saw the words on the stone tablet: [-] miles of quicksand, [-] weak water depths, goose feathers can't float, and reed flowers can fix the bottom Shen.

Xuanzang stood still by the river, while Wukong watched secretly anxiously from an old tree half a mile away.

Sure enough?Even Xuanzang couldn't cross the famous Liusha River.But he can't help it. Before he and Tang Seng came to the Liusha River, he couldn't help it. Now, he still doesn't seem to have made much progress in this respect.well!

Wukong was in a hurry over there, while Xuanzang stood under the stele for a while, knelt down and said "offended", then pulled the grass and threw it into the river lightly.The half-cut grass slowly floated into the river, swirled on the surface of the river, and quickly sank into the water.

Xuanzang squatted down again and observed Hanoi carefully, only to find some translucent small fish and shrimps swimming in it.

"Are there fish and shrimp living in this river where goose feathers can't float?" He muttered to himself, stretched out his hand to fish in the water, and caught a small fish the size of a little finger.The fish flapped its tail in his hand, struggling to jump back into the river, Xuanzang added some water to his hand to keep the fish alive, and put his hands in front of his eyes to observe carefully.

I saw the fish staring with white fish eyes and spitting bubbles in his palm.Xuanzang twisted the body of the fish, and was about to examine it more carefully, when the fish suddenly said, "You dead monk, let me go!"

The voice was high-pitched and thin, if Xuanzang hadn't gotten close, he could hardly have heard it.

Xuanzang looked at the little fish whose eyes were wide open, just smiled and didn't speak.

Seeing that Xuanzang didn't respond, the little fish yelled again, with a shriller voice: "Did you hear that? My king won't let you go!"

Xuanzang lifted the arrogant little fish upside down, and chuckled lightly: "Then let your king come out and I will meet you."

"You are dead! You are dead! If you dare to bully me, the king will not let you go! You are dead!"

The author has something to say:

Tigers are not to be seen.

Tiger (grievance): What did I do wrong?Why should it be treated differently?If you don’t give people meat to eat, you will drive them away quq