Journey to the West: The Ninth Life

Tang Xuanzang was carried back into the house by Monkey King, and carefully placed on the bed.

He didn't speak all the time, silently brought water from outside, silently wrung out the towel, silently bandaged the wounds on Tang Xuanzang's body, and finally sighed.

He lowered his head and pressed a kiss on Tang Xuanzang's forehead.

Her voice was low and hoarse, but her eyes were full of distressed tenderness.

"Does it hurt?"

Tang Xuanzang looked up at Sun Wukong, shook his head, and smiled, "It hurt just now, but it doesn't hurt now."

What this answer says is really wonderful.

Sun Wukong frowned, looked at Tang Xuanzang with displeasure, wanted to speak, but couldn't help shaking his head.

Reaching out, grabbing Tang Xuanzang's hand, interlocking his fingers, each knuckle was wrapped and entangled by him, giving off warmth.

"What nonsense? Pain is pain, and pain is not pain."

half an hour.

Sun Wukong himself gave a wry smile, hugged the person on the bed into his arms, took a deep breath, and gently closed his eyes.

"Such a thing will never happen again."

His voice is very soft.

Slowly promised Tang Xuanzang that such a thing would never happen again in the future.

Won't let you hurt again, won't let you hurt again.

He was obviously such a serious, tough, even cold and sharp man.

Treat everything in the world, and even treat yourself with the same indifference.

But he treated Tang Xuanzang alone, as if he had exhausted all the tenderness and love in his life, even if he acted like a child like a mortal, it didn't make people feel awkward at all.

Tang Xuanzang grinned.

Even though the wound on his body was still painful and made it difficult for him to sleep, he couldn't help laughing.

He used the golden cudgel in his hand, his body, and the ground under his feet to separate the sharp sword hanging over their heads and the shadow hanging over their heads.

He let him live a clean and comfortable life 500 years ago, and live without regrets 500 years later.

Suddenly thought of something.

Tang Xuanzang leaned on Sun Wukong's chest, looked up at his profile.

"My lord, tonight is the day we get married."

Seeing that his mental state had finally recovered a little, Sun Wukong's heart was slowly relaxed, he frowned, and glanced at him for a moment.

"I remember that after the mortal ceremony is completed, it is sent to the bridal chamber, but what you look like now..."

"..."

Even though he was seriously injured, Tang Xuanzang was still choked by Monkey King's words.

Red candles flickered in the room, and the light was warm yellow.

Sun Wukong stared at Tang Xuanzang, his eyes faded from the deep and sharp eyes before, and gradually became a little warm.

"The days to come will be long."

"I'll take you back to Huaguo Mountain after you finish collecting the Western Scriptures." Sun Wukong hugged Tang Xuanzang and patted him on the shoulder, his voice was deep and deep, as if he was telling a distant dream that was almost lingering.

"There, there are mountains and rivers. It is much more beautiful than here. I guess you will like it."

Huaguoshan.

Tang Xuanzang froze all over.

His eyes were a little dazed.

He tried hard to bring out a smile.

"Yes."

"Huaguoshan is so good, I will definitely like it."

Not noticing the abnormality in Tang Xuanzang's tone, Sun Wukong nodded with warm eyes, suddenly remembered something, raised his eyebrows, looked down at Tang Xuanzang, and spoke thoughtfully.

"But I suddenly remembered something."

"I have never taken you to Huaguo Mountain?"

He was Jiang Liuer 500 years ago, and Sun Wukong accompanied him all the way to the west. When he was very close to Huaguo Mountain on the way, he planned to take him there, but before he arrived, that happened. , a battle I never want to remember again.

500 years later, he will be Tang Xuanzang. They have come to this point, they have become husband and wife, but they have never been to Huaguo Mountain from the beginning to the end.

Sun Wukong shook his head and couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Tang Xuanzang did not answer Sun Wukong's question, but instead set his eyes on a certain place in the air.

"Great Sage, tell me about Huaguo Mountain, okay?"

Monkey King changed his position to make Tang Xuanzang sleep more comfortably, and nodded.

"That's where I was born and where I grew up."

"There is a very large waterfall with rushing water. After passing through it, there is another scene. We call it Water Curtain Cave."

"There are many monkeys on the mountain, and there are also many other monsters that have been formed through cultivation. Some are gentle and kind, and there are also stubborn and tyrannical ones."

"If a stupid monk like you goes there, I'm afraid he will be bullied by little demons."

Tang Xuanzang stared and pouted.

"It won't."

Sun Wukong shook his head and laughed, "Why not, the favorite of those monsters is a mortal like you who is easy to bully."

"I... I am their king..."

"What?"

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, looked at Tang Xuanzang solemnly and asked, "Why are you their king?"

"..." Tang Xuanzang had always been so thin-skinned that he couldn't say it out loud.

Sun Wukong was not embarrassed, he smiled lightly, he looked in a good mood, and hugged Tang Xuanzang tightly, his eyes became more and more warm and mellow.

"Yes, no one dares to bully you."

"When the time comes, I will tell them that this is the other owner of my Huaguo Mountain besides me, and also the wife of their great king, okay?"

When Tang Xuanzang heard this, for some reason, his eyes were sore.

He is laughing.

He glared at Sun Wukong with some complaints, and covered the flash of water in his eyes for a moment.

"What madam, I'm a man."

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, "Is Madam okay? I heard that's what mortal husbands and wives call each other."

Before Tang Xuanzang could answer, Monkey King laughed.

She lowered her head and pressed a kiss on his eyelids, her voice was low and mellow like fine wine that could be intoxicating, with a low and seductive taste of coaxing.

"That's called a lover, okay?"

You stupid monk.

You are the most beloved person I have ever met in my life.

Tang Xuanzang put his face on Sun Wukong's chest, heard his heart beating vigorously, and slowly closed his eyes, his voice was very soft, like a whisper.

"Look, lover, just call me lover."

Patting the shoulder of the man in his arms, Sun Wukong saw that his eyes were closed, he just thought he was tired from too many things happened in one day, and said in a warm voice: "Go to sleep, have a good sleep."

"Great Saint."

"You haven't finished yet."

Tang Xuanzang opened his eyes suddenly.

"You haven't finished telling me the story of Huaguo Mountain."

"I want to hear, can you tell me?"

The tone of this picture is very similar to Jiang Liu'er.

Monkey King was a little helpless, but his heart was soft. He patted Tang Xuanzang on the shoulder and nodded slowly.

"There are many peach trees on Huaguo Mountain."

"When the season comes, many, many peaches will grow."

Tang Xuanzang closed his eyes, listening to his description, he just felt that he could almost see that paradise.

He laughs.

"Compared with the flat peaches in the Queen Mother's Peach Garden, which one is better?"

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, and his eyebrows were full of arrogance.

"Of course I'm from Huaguo Mountain."

"Are the peaches in Huaguoshan really as big as a washbasin?"

"Naturally—" Sun Wukong was about to nod, but he stopped, coughed, and couldn't help laughing, and reached out and knocked Tang Xuanzang on the head, solemnly.

"This happened 500 years ago, do you still hold grudges?"

Tang Xuanzang still did not open his eyes, and buried his face deeply between Sun Wukong's chest, muffled.

"Who told you to lie to me, saying that the peaches in Huaguoshan are as big as washbasins?"

Sun Wukong couldn't help laughing.

Even if it is him.

How can I think of it.

That brat who was so annoying back then, made his head ache from the noise, and wished he could get rid of him sooner, will be the most cherished one in him now, and he wishes he could cherish it in his heart.

"Great Sage, you continue to talk, I want to hear."

Tang Xuanzang's voice came again, muffled, as if he was holding back, which was a little different from usual.

Sun Wukong frowned, thinking amusedly in his heart, what happened to this silly monk today, but he didn't care.

On the wedding night, if he wanted to hear it, he could just tell him the story himself.

"Well... what else is there? In autumn, the leaves of Huaguo Mountain are all yellow, and the mountains and plains are everywhere."

"When the wind blows, many golden leaves will float down and fall on your shoulders."

"At that time, I really liked lying on the grass, or sitting on the branches."

"The sun is golden and yellow, and it shines warmly on people's eyelids, which is very suitable for taking a nap."

Sun Wukong's voice is very nice.

Deep and thick, but with a hint of coolness and confusion.

Hearing what he said, Tang Xuanzang felt as if he followed him to the autumn of Mount Huaguo, the mountains and plains were all brilliant golden yellow, and when the sun shone, he felt that the whole person became warm together.

That night they worshiped and got married.

There is no bridal chamber.

Sun Wukong said a lot of things.

Tang Xuanzang kept his eyes closed.

In the end, the person in the arms seemed to be completely asleep, breathing steadily, Sun Wukong chuckled, lowered his head and gently pressed a kiss on Tang Xuanzang's forehead.

With a thought, he extinguished the red candle in the room, changed his posture, and prepared to sleep with Tang Xuanzang in his arms.

"Great Saint."

"I really want to go to Huaguo Mountain once."

Tang Xuanzang suddenly spoke.

As if talking in a dream, talking to himself.

Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, then understood, hugged Tang Xuanzang's shoulders tightly, and said lightly: "If you want to go, I will take you to Huaguo Mountain for a walk tomorrow morning."

That's how it was.

In the world of Sun Wukong, as long as Tang Xuanzang wants, he will give everything.

In the dark, in a corner that Sun Wukong can't see.

Tang Xuanzang's tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

He smiled and nodded vigorously.

"Okay, go to Huaguoshan, let's go to Huaguoshan together."

There was nothing to say all night, Sun Wukong hugged Tang Xuanzang and slept peacefully and sweetly.

The next morning.

When the first ray of sunlight came in from the window and hit Sun Wukong's eyelids, he frowned, and instead of opening his eyes immediately, he habitually reached out his hand, trying to hug Tang Xuanzang tightly.

Empty.

The bed was slightly cold.

Monkey King suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no one in the thatched cottage, and Tang Xuanzang could not be found anywhere.

He narrowed his eyes, looking dangerous.