Journey to the West: The Ninth Life

Monkey King only felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing to the brain along the blood vessels, the muscles all over his body were clamoring, and the heart was so tense that it was almost about to burst.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again. The veins in his temples were throbbing, and he clenched his fists to try to keep himself calm and awake.

Every word he said, every word, seemed to pop out of his teeth.

He stared fixedly at Xuanzang's eyes, as if he wanted to see into the depths of his soul through his eyes.

"Say it again, what did you call me just now?"

Obviously, Tang Xuanzang was frightened by Monkey King like this.

In other words, he didn't understand why he had such a big reaction just by calling him a great sage.

The young monk was stunned, and after hesitating for a moment, he took a step forward, grabbed Monkey King's hand and said, "Great Sage, what's wrong with you?"

hum-

Sun Wukong's head was buzzing.

He took a deep breath, looked at Tang Xuanzang, and asked every single word.

"Do you know who I am?"

"You are Sun Wukong, Monkey King." Although Tang Xuanzang didn't know why, he still replied naturally.

Sun Wukong clenched his fists, suppressed his emotions again and asked.

"Then let me change the question."

He raised his head, closed his eyes and let out a chuckle. His calm heart, which had been tempered for 500 years, could not control his state of mind repeatedly within a day.

he heard himself ask.

Do you know who you are?

As soon as this question was asked, Tang Xuanzang became more and more confused.

He habitually wanted to answer, but the moment he spoke, for some reason, his voice became hoarse.

He wanted to say something, but there seemed to be a force preventing him from speaking.

He is an orphan who grew up in Jinshan Temple. He is Tang Xuanzang, Li Shimin's younger brother.

He has so many identities, but he doesn't know why. He always feels that there seems to be no answer, which is what Monkey King wants to hear.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Monkey King waving his hand.

Feeling down.

Not sure if disappointed or what.

Sun Wukong smiled softly.

How did I become so easily agitated?Tathagata Buddha personally erased Jiang Liu'er's memory, how could he still remember himself?

As for calling him a great saint...

Sun Wukong lowered his head, hiding all the emotional fluctuations and ups and downs in his eyes, and once again returned to his previous indifferent and inhuman appearance.

He will never admit it.

During the 500 years that he was crushed under the Five Elements Mountain, during the 500 years when he was almost tormented by silence and desolation, he was going crazy.

What he most expected.

Not to be free.

But one day, I will be able to listen to that idiot Jiang Liuer again and call him a great sage.

Somewhat dispirited, he turned his head and was about to walk forward, but just as he took a step, his sleeve was grabbed from behind.

"My lord, I made you new clothes, don't you want to take a look?"

Tang Xuanzang pursed his lips, his face turned red, and he was at a loss, but he stubbornly handed the package to Monkey King. Even though he didn't look at it from the beginning to the end, he still didn't take his hand back.

Sun Wukong was released from the foot of the Five Elements Mountain, wearing the same set of blood-stained armor that caused the disturbance in the Heavenly Palace 500 years ago.

The armor was rusted, the cloak was broken, and the color was dull and tattered.

To be honest, I don’t know if it’s because the person in front of me is Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. Even if it’s this outfit, which is extremely embarrassing and down-to-earth, wearing it on him makes people unable to take their eyes off. nice.

But every time Tang Xuanzang saw it, he still couldn't help it, feeling a little unspeakably sad.

It was as if the softest part of his heart had been tightly grasped by someone else, and he couldn't explain why, in short, he just felt sad.

Sun Wukong was taken aback.

Turning around, he took the clothes Tang Xuanzang handed over.

"What is this, I never..."

Before he finished speaking, his brows furrowed tightly.

It's not really a dress.

In other words, Tang Xuanzang made it out of the skin of the tiger that he skinned and cramped just now.

Extremely crude.

Even the stitches are outrageously messed up, and the stitching in many places is so clumsy that people can't bear to look straight at it.

Seeing Sun Wukong's expression, Tang Xuanzang became more and more embarrassed. He had never done such a thing before. He was just impulsive. Looking at the tiger skin on the ground that Sun Wukong casually dropped, Tang Xuanzang just thought that the armor on his body was broken. , can't help but want to do something for him.

His face was flushed red, and he stretched out his hand to get the clothes back.

"If it doesn't work, forget it, go to the market and use it to wrap it up—" Before the word "buy" was said, the clothes were put away by Monkey King.

"It's really ugly."

Frowning, Monkey King put the clothes that were not considered clothes into his arms, and while opening his mouth to dislike, he reached out to take off the armor on his body.

Tang Xuanzang stared blankly at Monkey King's movements, but he didn't react for a moment.

Sun Wukong frowned again.

"What are you doing while I'm changing clothes?"

Boom——

Tang Xuanzang's face was red from top to bottom, even the roots of his ears were red as if he had a fever, he turned around abruptly, and after clasping his hands together and reciting Amitabha, his heartbeat calmed down a bit.

"The poor monk is also your master, why do you talk like that? Poor monk...why would the poor monk want to watch you change clothes?"

Back to Sun Wukong.

Tang Xuanzang naturally didn't see it. Monkey King, who was frowning and frowning impatiently before, has softened a lot at this moment.

He shook his head helplessly.

I, Monkey King, Monkey King, why did I find such a bully little master?

of course.

At this moment, Sun Wukong naturally didn't think about it.

No matter how easy Tang Xuanzang was to bully, he could bully him, but if someone touched him a little bit, he probably would go crazy and play with others for his life, right?

However, that's all for later.

After coughing, Monkey King said nonchalantly, "Okay, I've changed it, you can turn around now."

The moment Tang Xuanzang turned around, he was slightly taken aback.

Monkey King has a very unique temperament.

It's hard to put into words.

It's as if you look at him lazily, disdainful of everything, but he always seems to be able to give you an almost blind sense of security.

As long as he stands here, even if the sky falls, he can easily hold it up.

But now, to be honest, Tang Xuanzang's clothes made of tiger skin are not very good-looking.

It is precisely because of his unique temperament that he forcibly conceals these shortcomings and becomes pleasing to the eye.

Noticing Tang Xuanzang's gaze, Monkey King frowned, and looked down at his attire, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that Sun Wukong not only didn't mind making his own decisions, but put his clothes on directly on his body, Tang Xuanzang felt indescribably happy and satisfied.

Shaking his head to indicate that he was fine, Tang Xuanzang clasped his palms together and recited Amitabha, and then his eyes fell on the armor and cloak that Sun Wukong casually threw aside.

"My lord, what about these clothes?"

Sun Wukong frowned.

The gilded flame armor, the purple gold phoenix feathers, and the blood-red cloak were all treasures given to him by the Dragon King when he was in the Dragon Palace.

Shaking his head, his eyes didn't stay on it for long, and he said lightly, "Throw it away."

lost?

Tang Xuanzang was taken aback, and after hesitating for a moment, he still squatted down and picked up all the rusted and deformed armor and cloak, tidied them up, and put them in his luggage.

He raised his head and smiled at Sun Wukong.

"My lord, maybe these things can be repaired in the future."

Sun Wukong didn't answer.

Shrugging his shoulders, he walked ahead nonchalantly, putting the golden cudgel on his shoulders.

Jiang Liuer is an idiot.

The clothes you make are really ugly.

Cursing his lips, Sun Wukong muttered to himself in his heart.

It was quite comfortable though.

Let's just dress like this.

At this time, Tang Xuanzang only thought that Sun Wukong's armor was broken, so he begged for mercy and wore the messy clothes he made.

He didn't know until a long, long time later.

Whether it is the flaming gilt armor or the blood-red cloak, these are all rare treasures in the world, even if they are damaged to such an extent, as long as Monkey King moves his mind, all of them can be restored to their original state in an instant.

But he didn't.

Yep.

The clothes Jiang Liuer made were really ugly.

Monkey King Monkey King frowned while thinking inwardly with some disgust.

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At night they rest in the open field.

After Sun Wukong helped Tang Xuanzang spread the straw mat for him to sleep, he jumped up and sat leaning against a high tree but stopped talking, and he didn't know if he was asleep or thinking about something.

Tang Xuanzang tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Later, I simply sat cross-legged and began to recite sutras.

I don't know how long it took.

Monkey King finally frowned, and his eyes fell on Tang Xuanzang below.

"Why are you chanting scriptures all day long? What is there to pray for, old man Tathagata?"

Hearing Sun Wukong's voice, Tang Xuanzang stopped. At this moment, the young and well-known eminent monk finally showed some persistence in his belief.

"Sincerity leads to spirituality. I have something to ask, and naturally I ask the Buddha to recite scriptures."

Sun Wukong sneered.

"I only believe in this golden cudgel in my hand. In the whole world, even if it is the Tathagata old man, don't make my grandson give in."

"However, tell me, what do you want?"

I don't know if it's because of the late night.

Tang Xuanzang raised his head and looked at Sun Wukong, with the desire to reveal all the long-cherished wishes in his heart for so many years.

In the silent woods, only the chirping of cicadas and the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves can be heard.

The young and handsome monk is dressed in a white robe, sitting on a straw mat, looking up at Monkey King sitting on a branch.

The monk's voice is clear and clean, and his eyes are unpolluted firm faith and compassion for all sentient beings.

"I hope that the common people can live and work in peace and contentment, that the Dharma can be carried forward, that all sentient beings can be saved, and that people can be rescued from disasters."

Sun Wukong didn't speak.

He remembered a long, long time ago.

Before this person lost his memory, when he was a child in his previous life, he had said similar things to him.

At the beginning, he only sneered or sneered.

After 500 years, when I heard it again, I felt a little complicated in my heart.

"But I have one more prayer in the future, I hope the Buddha can hear it." Tang Xuanzang didn't care whether Sun Wukong listened carefully, his eyes were sincere and pious, his hands clasped together, his black eyes were as clean and bright as the stars in the sky.

Sun Wukong looked down at Tang Xuanzang with great interest.

"What are you praying for?"

I hope that the great sage can live freely according to his inner expectations.

Tang Xuanzang didn't answer Sun Wukong's question, but raised his head to look at him and said, "Great Sage, do you think Buddha can hear me every time I recite scriptures?"

"Old Tathagata is very busy, I don't have time--"

Before he finished speaking, Sun Wukong paused slightly when he met Tang Xuanzang's eyes.

He waved his hand, a little annoyed and impatient, he turned his face away and leaned against the tree.

"If you read it all day long, he will naturally be able to hear it."

Distant memories came to mind again.

Sun Wukong wanted to laugh a little.

Jiang Liuer once asked him the same question when he was a naughty child.

"Great Sage, what are you thinking?" Tang Xuanzang couldn't help asking when he saw Monkey King was distracted again.

Pulled from memory by Tang Xuanzang's voice, Sun Wukong was in a trance for a while, then for some reason, he raised his head and looked at the vast starry sky above his head. His heart, which had been anxious and irritable all day, unexpectedly softened a little. point.

He didn't look at Tang Xuanzang.

"I promised Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva to recognize you as a disciple and protect you all the way westward. You are a master, but why do you call me a great sage?"

This question was asked a little suddenly.

Tang Xuanzang couldn't answer for a moment.

Indeed, there are countless other names that can be called, but for some reason, in his subconscious mind, it seems that there is no other more suitable name except for the Great Sage.

Great St.

Great St.

Great St.

Tang Xuanzang was a little confused.

It seems that there is something that can be grasped by taking a step forward.

But it seems to be empty, like a big piece is missing, no matter how I think about it, I can't figure it out.

Seeing his expression, Sun Wukong squinted his eyes, and suddenly raised his head and burst out laughing.

The laughter was so loud that the birds in the entire forest were almost startled, and they all flapped their wings and flew up.

"Great Sage, you... what's wrong with you?"

Sun Wukong was still laughing until the laughter stopped. Although his eyes were still vicissitudes, they were a little more open-minded and clear.

Turned over and stood directly in front of Tang Xuanzang.

Sun Wukong's voice was low and deceptive.

He said, you remember.

I am Monkey King Monkey King.

So what if the Tathagata Buddha personally erased Jiang Liu'er's memory?

Sun Wukong doesn't believe in the sky, he doesn't believe in fate, he only believes in himself.

Forget it and forget it.

Just teach him to remember it again.

Tang Xuanzang, you remember.

I am Monkey King Monkey King.

I am the great sage you called countless times 500 years ago.

The author has something to say:

Ah, these two days are really enough, busy with mountain torrent investigation

I'm going to write about the golden hoop soon, what do you think will happen?

Don't ask me I won't spoil anyway hahaha