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

Wukong didn't know how to describe that feeling, as if he finally stretched out a hand from the tomb, even if it came into contact with violent wind and rain, it was still much better than the dead silence in the coffin.

He really misses this feeling of rolling on the tip of a knife every day, God, how can the Buddhist world stop him from fighting?Just like someone trying to turn a bloody dagger into a meat-cutting kitchen knife, Dou Victory Buddha can never sit on that damned hard Buddha seat as a display.

Even if he lost all his mana, it was the long-awaited start again, standing on the cusp of the storm again, which was many times better than the lifeless Buddhist world.

Bodhi and Wukong, together with Shu Siqi, happened to run into Qing Jue who was looking for Wukong when they were walking up the mountainside.

"The Qinglin Flood Dragon Clan," Shus saw Qingjue's body at a glance, and was surprised for a while, "It's a monster wandering in the water, why did it appear in the mountains?"

Wukong grabbed Shu Siqi's hand, which was about to move and tried to make trouble. He knew that his disobedient junior brother would play tricks on everyone he met.

"The little apprentice I recognize has only been cultivated for a hundred years, so I can't stand your troubles." Wukong looked at him, "Be quiet."

I don't know what kind of tendon has grown in Shu Siqi's head. When he was at the mountain gate, everyone dared to tease him, but only the ancestor and Wukong, his attitude was always polite.This matter, even Wukong himself can't figure out why.

"Brother said no, then don't allow it," the young man looked at his black eyes, which looked very harmless, and blinked innocently at Wukong. As soon as Wukong finished speaking, his eyes on Qingjue changed. "The blood is so good, no wonder the senior brother wants to accept him as an apprentice."

"It has nothing to do with the blood, and the heart is good," Wukong glanced at him, let go of his hand, walked to the edge of Qing Jue, and explained, "My master and younger brother."

The upper body of Qingjue's human figure seemed to be frozen, and he seemed to wake up only after hearing Wukong's words. He looked at Patriarch Bodhi with the most primitive awe in his eyes, which was the natural reaction of a pure-blooded monster to a strong man.The same is true of the caution towards the six-eared macaque before, but now this person in front of him is much stronger than the six-eared macaque.

The strong, that is the absolute strong.

He slowly bent down, bowed in that direction, and said, "Qing Jue of the Snake Clan, I have met Your Majesty."

Bodhi waved his hand, glanced at him indistinctly, and said with a smile: "It's just a villager in the mountains, what's your name, my lord, since Wukong is willing to recognize you as an apprentice, in terms of seniority, you are still the same as them, call me Master."

Disciples in the sect generally don't call Patriarch Bodhi their master, but respect him as their master or patriarch. His willingness to speak to Qing Jue in this way is a recognition of Wukong's vision.

"You are not an ordinary snake clan, you are a flood dragon." Shus shook his finger and said, "You haven't practiced for a long time, and you can see that the ancestor is unusual just by the blood, which is considered a one-in-a-million talent. .”

Qingjue lowered his head and didn't dare to vent his anger.

Wukong was right next to him, so he naturally saw all of Qingjue's expressions in his eyes. This little demon's magic power is not high, not to mention the ancestor, even Shu Siqi is more than one rank higher than him.

"Raise your head," Wukong held his hand, and said, "You call me master, they are your fellow disciples, so don't keep your head down, raise your head, Qingjue."

"They are masters..." Qingjue murmured, "I can't compare."

"One day, you will also stand at that height." Wukong smiled, "Not only you, but also Qingyan."

The kindness of taking the risk to save him is worthy of Wukong's gift.Besides exercises, he has more to teach.With the experience of fighting, even if he can't win the championship, he will definitely be in the forefront of the Three Realms.

He has never tried many things. Wukong always felt that other things were more troublesome than fighting, but Qingjue is different from Qingyan. To be precise, the previous him, who possessed supreme mana to defeat Buddha, was too persistent. Because of the enthusiasm and improvement brought about by the battle, they would never notice that in addition to opponents and helpers in this world, there are some different people who play roles other than opponents and helpers.

Qingjue Qingyan is an apprentice, the patriarch is his father, Tang Seng is his master, Bailong Mashusi is his junior, and Liuer is his enemy... He has never seriously subdivided their special significance to him before, and he cannot use simple opponents Helper to distinguish.

He should have done this a long time ago, like one blank after another in a long life has been filled.

This is not the first time for Wukong to think this way. For a period of time after he lost his mana, he couldn't help but think about other things in his mind. After knowing that the return of mana is not so easy, this kind of thought will suddenly appear at any time. Ideas appear more and more frequently.

Just like the senses of hearing and feeling of people who have lost their eyesight will gradually increase, it is actually very interesting to think about the various emotions that Wukong has never noticed before.

Qingjue is willing to violate the rules to kill him for Qingyan, and is willing to take risks to save him. The love between Wei Yang and Wei Lixin is too crazy...all because of those two words—feeling.

It's not that he hasn't seen this kind of emotion on the way west to learn Buddhist scriptures, but he is extremely vulnerable in front of his overbearing mana, and besides, he has never really been in it.

Now, whether he wants to or not, he is already in it unconsciously.

Qingjue's coming to rescue him is an opportunity, and the appearance of the ancestor is another.Wukong was indifferent before, but now he noticed these subconsciously.

Since feelings can be subdivided into various types, which one is the golden cudgel?

Wukong thought for a long time and found that only this guy couldn't be classified.

arms?No longer, the Golden Cudgel has transformed into a human form, and will exist in a free human form in the future, and he will not force him to become a weapon for himself to use.

brother?Not to mention, this kind of relationship is deeper than that of brothers. They have fought together for thousands of years, and the fetters of one prosperity and one loss cannot be simply described as brothers.

Mentors and apprentices, opponents, family members, and even benefactors, none are worthy.

Wukong was puzzled.

"Master." Qingjue raised his head and called him.

"Huh?" Wukong replied subconsciously. Not long after his fugue, he was shocked back by a sentence, and those confusing thoughts about the golden cudgel were buried in his mind again. At first, he thought about things a little bit. The dazed look quickly put away, "Let's go, let's go back to the cave."

Patriarch Bodhi followed Wukong, the distance between the two was only three steps, and he seemed to have fully captured Wukong's short period of daze.

When the eagle's wings become stiff, it will try to fly away. Even though this little monkey "flyed" away thousands of years ago and grabbed a piece of the sky by force, but looking at it now, it seems that the most proud little monkey I raised The eagle suddenly grew new feathers.

If you fight against the Buddha, you can fight against the Buddha. No matter how you calculate it, he is still the little monkey raised by himself.

Qing Yan straightened up and looked at the entrance of the cave. Shu Siqi was the first to jump in, and Qing Jue was behind. Qing Yan, who didn't see his brother, widened his eyes. It has already jumped a few steps to his eyes.

"Brother..." Qingyan frowned, Qingjue was not as fast as Shusi, and was a few steps away from Qingyan, "Who are they?"

"It's okay, Qingyan, don't be afraid," Qingjue hugged him and patted his shoulder, "Brother is beside you."

Shu Siqi blinked his eyes, the almost identical face of Qingyan and Qingjue attracted his attention, then when he looked down, he was surprised for a while after seeing the wound on Qingyan's snake tail.

"The apprentice that the senior brother recognized seems to be ill-fated..." The young man raised his eyebrows, but then laughed, "It's a good thing you met me."

Shusqi stretched out a hand, and the light green light condensed in his palm was many times thicker than Qingjue. Qingyan's wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. When he quickly moved his hand away.

"The wound is already healed, don't give Qingyan any more spiritual energy, he will explode and die," Wukong glanced at him, "Si Qi, thank you."

"Isn't senior brother's apprentice my senior nephew? It's just a little effort," Shus laughed, and suddenly approached Wukong and looked at him with wide eyes, with a look of asking for credit. Is it a loss?"

Wukong slightly bent his mouth, Bodhi couldn't see Shusi's embarrassing and tender appearance, stepped forward and knocked on his head, and winked at Wukong, Wukong took a step back, and the two walked aside Shu Siqi stayed next to Qingjue Qingyan to tease them, as if he didn't see the movements of the two of them.

Qingjue was happy holding the injured Qingyan, completely oblivious to Wukong's situation.

"Although I knew that the ancestor was here, I was a little surprised and happy, but after thinking about it carefully, I found it a bit strange." After Wukong hesitated, he still expressed his doubts, "Why did the ancestor come to me? ?”

Bodhi looked at him with a half-smile, but didn't answer his question. Instead, he asked him, "When you went west to learn Buddhist scriptures, you also went back to the Three-Star Cave of the Oblique Moon, right?"

Wukong nodded and said with a wry smile: "At that time, I was misunderstood by the master and had nowhere to go. I always felt that the future of learning the scriptures was bleak, so I went back to find my ancestors, but at that time..."

When he went back, the oblique moon three-star cave was full of dust and cobwebs everywhere, and all the houses seemed to collapse at the touch of a touch.What Wukong waited for was the shadowy voice passed down from his ancestors, patiently persuading him to go back.

"What happened?" Wukong asked suspiciously, "If the ancestor doesn't want to accept disciples anymore, the Three-Star Cave of the Oblique Moon shouldn't be so dilapidated. After all, it's where the ancestor lived."

Patriarch Bodhi laughed, but this time he answered Wukong's question head-on: "Almost all the disciples have already left the teacher, only Shu Siqi is still with me. I can't stay, I don't want people to find me."

"Ancestor?"

"Wukong, everyone has weaknesses that cannot be mentioned. I don't want to leave the place where I have always lived and hide myself. I am hiding from a person. It is not that I cannot beat him, but I must avoid him.

I came to you, not only out of concern to help you, but also for myself, this kind of life of hiding from one person like a street mouse, I have lived it for so long, I have already lived enough. "