[Journey to the West] Fighting the Holy Buddha is very leisurely

Wukong wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned against Qing Jue and cleared his throat. The sweet smell of blood in his mouth finally dissipated a little. He was probably too surprised. He coughed for a long time, and finally said in a hoarse voice: "You were really..."

"He escaped," Qing Jue interrupted him, frowning and looking at the empty place, "I'm still a little bit off."

"The six-eared macaque has life-saving things. After all, he still has a little mana left, and he has not reached the point where the oil is exhausted. When he was locked in the underworld, neither the ice chain nor the blood pool hell took his life, and he escaped. It came out," Wukong frowned, "Although it was a little bit off and missed the point, it was enough for him to drink a pot. In less than ten days and half a month, he couldn't move."

Qingjue let out a "hmm", bent down to support Wukong, and walked slowly towards the cave. Qingjue's blow to the six ears exhausted the remaining mana in his body. He didn't feel too good, but it was better than Wukong. a little.

"Why didn't that lord come out this time?" Qing Jue asked, "After all, it is such an urgent situation."

Wukong waved his hand and said: "He just came to see me last night. We were both weak at first, and he had more energy than energy. Just now I felt a little uncomfortable in my body, probably because he was very noisy. Still can't get out."

"Then what should we do?" Qing Jue frowned, "He's not dead, so we can't procrastinate like this. When he rests and comes back, I can't stop him."

Wukong clutched his injured waist, and walked carefully on the mountain road. He was a little dizzy, but he still tried hard to hear Qingjue's words, shook his head, and replied: "He fell into the formation. Even if we escape, we can't escape from this area, we took advantage of this time to find him and killed him when he was weak, the six-eared macaque is always a disaster to keep."

Qingjue let out an "oh" and didn't continue to ask questions. He looked calm, but he felt like he had walked through the gate of hell in his heart.

After all, Qingjue is still young, and he has almost never fought against people with real swords and guns. Wukong has fought a lot. Qingjue only made two shots, but his palms were covered with cold sweat.

"You little monster, where did you put so much thought into it," Wukong muttered, the bleeding on his waist had stopped, luckily the wound wasn't very deep, it was just a bit longer, and it looked scary, He raised his head and looked at Qingjue, but this little demon still looked like that, his face was paralyzed and wanted to be pinched, and he couldn't help but said again, "At that time, I really thought you wanted to stab me, but you You are young, but you have a lot of thoughts.”

Qing Jue glared at him and said, "If I hadn't thought about it, the two of us wouldn't be running away like this. I don't know how much mana he has left. I haven't practiced for a hundred years, and only half of it is left in my body." mana, and if I don't hit him when he's proud, we'll both be lying there now."

Wukong pursed his lips, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Little demon is not bad, he has won my true inheritance."

Qing Jue glanced at him and asked, "Why did you mess with him?"

"Old opponent," Wukong sighed. "It's not that I provoked him, it's that he just won't let me go."

"He's very powerful," Qing Jue blinked, "Even though I knew he had only a little bit of mana left, Yaozu's natural vigilance told me that he was very powerful, so I didn't dare to take any risks, so I took it hard." His bewitchment tricked him into trusting me, and he succeeded."

"Is it very powerful?" Wukong frowned, then pointed to his nose and smiled, "Actually, your master and I are also very powerful. It is not a loss at all to worship under me. Speaking of Xiao Yao, you You must have been overwhelmed by my supreme charisma, so you came to save me, right?"

"No," Qingjue stared at him, and said firmly, "I'm just doing it for the exercises."

"Who are you kidding, little demon..." Wukong narrowed his eyes to look at him, bent his fingers and tapped his head, "If you really did it for the sake of martial arts, then the dagger would have already been stuck in my heart."

Qingjue was silent for a long time, and when the demon and the Buddha were almost close to the entrance of the cave, he opened his mouth to speak, but the voice was so soft that Wukong could barely hear him: "I saved it, naturally there is a reason for me...not only I'm just afraid of the spells on my body and the exercises you covet in your head. Although the snake's heart is cold, I'm not a little white-eyed wolf. You are good to Qingyan and know how to take care of him when he is injured. I... also Know how to be grateful."

After Wukong finished listening, he raised his head to look at him, Qingjue's face was hidden in his long hair, Wukong couldn't see his face clearly, he just felt that, hearing such words, his heart relaxed a lot for no reason.

If it was said that Wukong recognized these two little demons as apprentices at the beginning, because he had to do it for his own benefit because he was trapped in the formation, but looking at it now, he has a bit of emotion.

In an emergency, if someone could risk his life to save him in times of crisis, it would be impossible for Wukong not to be grateful.

Wukong rubbed his chin, thinking to himself that it might be good to recognize this exquisite little demon as his apprentice.

The two entered the cave one after the other, Qingyan sat on the bed and blinked his eyes, his injury was not healed yet, so he couldn't move around.Qingjue helped Wukong to his side, Qingyan carefully hugged his brother, and immediately supported Wukong to treat the wound with his upper body.

"Fortunately, the wound is not too deep." Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the cloth strips that had been prepared for bandaging, "Brother asked me to tear up some bed sheets and said that I would prepare bandages. I seem to have torn a lot."

Qingjue was picking and picking in the corner, turned around and said to Wukong: "There are still some herbs left over from the herbs you picked. Qingjue's small wounds have healed up and are no longer needed. They just happened to be used on your body."

Qingyan took off the blood-stained shirt on Wukong's waist, put it aside, and said: "Fortunately, you didn't tear it off, it should be still wearable after washing it."

Goku nodded.

"By the way," Qingjue suddenly turned his head to look at Wukong, as if thinking of something, "I have one more thing to tell you. When I was talking last time, I was interrupted by a sudden incident."

The wounds on Wukong's arms and waist had already been bandaged. Hearing this, he looked up at Qingjue and said, "What's the matter?"

"About Wei Yang and Wei Li's madness," Qing Jue frowned, "When I sneaked into Wei's house, I saw a strange thing, which probably has something to do with them."

Wukong felt dizzy due to excessive blood loss, but what Qingjue said aroused his interest, so he cheered up and said, "Say, I'll listen."

Qingjue opened his mouth, saw Wukong's pale lips through the light in the cave, finally shook his head, and said: "Go to sleep first, and talk about it when you wake up tomorrow, don't worry about it right now. If your body is damaged , we can't find any better medicine to treat you."

Wukong shook his head hard again, trying to wake himself up a little bit. He couldn't sleep well during this time, besides, it was late at night, and the weakness of blood loss and drowsiness hit him one after another, and he didn't hear clearly what was behind Qingjue. Then, he just moved back and leaned against Qingyan's bed, not knowing whether he fell asleep or passed out.

Qingyan couldn't laugh or cry, and felt that Wukong's pale appearance was quite attractive, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch the flesh on his cheek.

Well, it feels very good, smooth and tender, just like a child.Wukong didn't wake up either, but frowned lightly, stretched out again after a while, and fell asleep comfortably.

Qingyan was originally a child at heart, he felt that such a Wukong seemed very approachable, he smiled and tried to put his head on it, but was stopped by Qingjue and hugged him full of arms.

"Don't disturb him, he's asleep," Qingjue hugged Qingyan, inspected his wound, saw that the horrific wound had obviously improved a little, his face looked better, and then glanced at Wukong, who was fast asleep, Sighed slightly.

Hopefully, they can really survive this hurdle.

The two monsters and one Buddha were sleeping with a lot of thoughts on their minds. Over there, Bai Longma didn't feel too well, he was still in a coma. During this time, he didn't know what medicine the old man gave him, which made him look like a bodhisattva. Personnel has been absent for such a long time.

There was water dripping on his cheeks, which was icy cold, and Bai Longma seemed to be a little awake from the drop of water falling one after another, and opened his eyes in a daze. At this time, two people heard from his ears. The din of conversation.

The reason why they said it was noisy was probably because the voice was too noisy, like arguing, obviously because their emotions were not stable.Bai Longma blinked, his eyes were gray, he was probably lying on the ground, with a cold and hard stone slab behind him, facing the ceiling.

Just when he opened his eyes, he couldn't see clearly, he just felt that his eyes were all in one color, and the white dragon horse shook his head, trying to stand up.

At that moment, his mind was blank. The two people who were arguing seemed to have seen his movements, and they fell silent strangely. Then there were footsteps slowly approaching. The white dragon horse wanted to back up, but was suddenly grabbed by someone. wrist.

The person holding his wrist should be very old, and his skin is the kind of wrinkled and aged pale yellow that belongs to an old man.

The white dragon horse tried to break free, but did not. The hands just looked old, but they were very strong, clamping him like iron hoops. The strength of the white dragon horse was not small, but the hands didn't seem to be loose at all.

The things in his mind seemed to become a little clearer with this force. The matter about Wukong jumped out first, and the white dragon horse struggled harder. At this time, he heard a sentence jumped out by the owner of the hand, with There was a little doubt, but the voice was not as slurred as ordinary old people, and it was full of air, which didn't match those hands at all.

"Little Maju, don't move, tell me obediently, why are you here?"