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

The house built by the ancestor and Shus has a very obvious advantage - concealment; similarly, the disadvantage is also obvious - dilapidated.

This is Wukong's first impression of the new house he is about to move into with his apprentice and stick, but people who have come here for food, food and sleep are not picky about this.Wukong didn't care much about this, he was in a good mood recently, as if he could float to the sky.

This is an area to be demolished. It is located on the edge of City H. City H is located on the coast. It has policy support and regional advantages. It has been developing very well over the years. The ancestors have lived in a corner here for many years. The pace of expansion has slowly moved to this area.The rural area has been given a new name of "Xinyang District", and the high-rise buildings have been built with smooth traffic, and no one can see its original appearance.

Xinyang District is a new area under the city government's key development. The old ancestor's dilapidated old house has long been on the list of demolition offices, waiting to be eaten away by high-rise buildings.

The bar next door is also a newcomer, less than a year old. It turned out to be an old warehouse, and the old ancestor was happy to be quiet.When the group of night owls came, it was almost all restless music.

Bodhi went up to wipe his own signboard, and the words "All things can be measured" on it were blurred to the point of being unclear. He muttered that it was dusty, opened the door and walked in, and there was another layer of dust stirred up.

The old ancestor opened a shop, and as soon as he entered the door, there was an ebony coffee table in the middle, with uncollected tea sets on it, and an ink landscape painting on the huge screen behind him. That was the handwriting of the ancestors.

The screen is huge, separating the front hall and the back hall. The back hall is more elegantly arranged than the front hall. The wooden stairs wind upwards. The ancestor and Shu Si lived upstairs.

The decoration inside the house is completely different from the dilapidated outside. The ancestor never wronged himself, even if it was just a simple shelter, Wukong looked at it and thought it was a bit like the decoration of the three-star cave on the oblique moon.

This place is very open, with four bedrooms on the second floor and a small common room next to the balcony.There are four rooms, one for Patriarch, one for Shu Siqi, one for Qingjue and Qingyan, and Wukong can only live with Jin Cudgel.

Golden Cudgel stroked his short hair to comfort him: "No one lives separately from his own weapon. A good swordsman will hold his sword tightly when he sleeps, let alone you? So it's very normal to live together. "

——Who's normal weapon will transform like his golden cudgel?Wukong raised his forehead.

The room is not too small, and I don’t know when it has been cleaned. It looks very clean. Apart from the ancient fairy spirit in the decoration, there are a lot of modern equipment, such as overhead lamps, bedside lamps, and even brought A small bathroom.Golden Cudgel followed Wukong into the door, nodded slightly, quite satisfied.

What made him even more satisfied was that there was only one bed.

"A competent master won't let the transformed weapon sleep on the floor, right?" Jin Choubang blinked, held one of his hands, and pointed to the bed that can sleep two people with the other , "Let's sleep together."

Wukong glanced at him, pulled his hand back, and nodded.

When learning the Western Scriptures, most of the time, the master and the disciples slept on the ground. Such conditions are already very good. Besides, it is not a big deal for the master to live with the weapon.

Golden Cudgel didn't know whether to cry or laugh, Wukong's attitude was obviously treating him as a weapon, not a person to get along with.

——Why is there a sense of frustration that the ideal is far away?A golden cudgel to support the forehead.

City H is some distance away from the big mountain of Wei’s house, even with magic power, it took a while. Qingjue Qingyan’s magic power is not high, and Wukong can’t use somersault clouds to throw them down. It takes a lot of energy to walk all the way .

As soon as Wukong arrived at the place where the ancestor lived, he fell asleep and fell asleep. No matter what the expression of the golden cudgel was, he closed his eyes and rested on the half of the bed. I can't laugh or cry.

Although they were lying together, they didn't dare to touch him. Wukong just fell asleep and was very alert.He stared at Goku's blond hair strewn across the pillow, wishing he could knock him on the forehead, as if that was the only way he could turn his head and see himself.

It was still broad daylight, and the sun was shining through the curtains, just covering Wukong's body. The golden light on him looked a bit like the Buddha's light that came with the fighting Buddha. Let him have a feeling that he will never be caught.

Golden Cudgel frowned, stretched out his hand, and finally grabbed a small piece of Wukong's sleeve hanging by his side, and held it tightly, never letting go.

Whether it is fighting against Buddha or Sun Wukong, no matter what you become, I will be by your side, you are mine.

It's a pity that Wukong, who was fast asleep, didn't hear Jin Cudgel's words, nor did he see the extremely forbearing expression of Jin Cudgel sleeping behind him.

Wukong woke up from starvation. When he woke up, the Golden Cudgel was sleeping next to him, only an inch away from him, with one hand still tightly clutching his sleeve.

Wukong couldn't pull it off, didn't want to disturb him, took off his shirt and went out, let him hold his sleeve, and went to find something to eat by himself.

The patriarch and Shus' mana is so strong that they don't need to eat three meals, which is considered to save a lot of money, but the golden cudgels of Wukong and Huaxing have not fully recovered, so they still have to eat, and Qingjue Qingyan also needs to eat Yes, when I moved away, the raised rabbits were still there.

There was no food in the ancestor's house, so Wukong searched for a long time but could only find some tea leaves and simple refreshments.

Wukong was chewing half of the peanut brittle candy to find the old ancestor. On the way upstairs, he happened to meet the golden cudgel that came down holding his shirt.

"Why aren't you wearing clothes?" Jin Choubang stared at his naked upper body, "What are you going to do?"

"Oh?" Wukong managed to swallow the tooth-losing candy, and stared blankly at him with black eyes, "Aren't you sleeping while holding my clothes? I came down to find something to eat, I didn't want to wake you up .”

The look of the golden hoop stick eased a little, and he unfolded the clothes for him to put on. The shirt had many buttons, and the golden hoop stick stretched out his hand to button him one by one. Wukong looked down and suddenly felt his teeth sore.

It must be that the peanut halva is too sweet.

"Are you hungry?" Golden Cudgel asked him.

Wukong nodded, and after he finished buttoning up his sleeves, he went to knock on the ancestor's door. Shus opened the door with a lollipop. Seeing that it was Wukong, he was so happy that he called him senior brother.

The hungry and fainted Wukong stared at his lollipop, wishing he could snatch it and chew it himself.

"Why is there no food?" Wukong asked, "You abused your apprentice!"

"You can buy it yourself," the ancestor blinked, and showed him the pockets, which were empty without any money left, "but I don't have any money."

Wukong could only eat peanut crisps and drink tea to satisfy his hunger that day, and even Qingjue and Qingyan could only hold the bag of dried fish with tea and eat more than half of it.Wukong frowned. The most serious problem at the moment is that none of them have money.

The ancestor held his own things and didn't allow him to sell them. He looked like he was forcing him to die, which made Wukong feel that he was being disrespectful.

Wukong took a nap today and poured in a lot of tea, but he couldn't fall asleep at night. He sat on the window sill of the room, and through the window he could see the light shining from the tall buildings not far away. Hoop sat behind him, playing with his short blonde hair.

Wukong rolled up his trousers and sleeves, looking very comfortable in the wind. The long black hair of the golden cudgel brushed in front of his eyes, and Wukong felt itchy. Such a scene made people feel at ease inexplicably.

"We don't have any money, Golden Cudgel," Wukong complained, frowning, "Peanut halva is too sweet, it doesn't taste good at all."

"It's all right," Jin Cudgel rubbed his hair, "I'll take care of you."

"What about Qingjue and Qingyan?"

"By the way, raise them," Jin Cudgel smiled, "I won't let you be hungry in the future."

Wukong gritted his teeth, the sweet taste of peanut brittle candy still lingered between his lips and teeth, the golden cudgel watched his movements, smiled silently, approached his cheek and said softly: "Didn't you say that long hair is an eyesore? "

"Oh," Wukong raised his head and held the golden cudgel's long hair, suddenly excited, "I'll cut it for you, just like me!"

He didn't know when and where he took out a pair of small scissors, and pressed the golden cudgel in front of him. Fighting against Buddha, who was curious about everything, seemed to have great interest in this transformed weapon.

Although I have never seen a weapon transform before, it was all in legends. The ancient gods used to hide, and he had never seen a weapon that transformed. The golden cudgel suddenly transformed, and Wukong felt that he had never seen it before. More interesting things.

The weapons that he has relied on and supported each other for so many years can suddenly talk to him and do anything.

——It was really the happiest thing he encountered.

He cut off the shiny black hair of his subordinates one by one. Wukong remembered his short hair. He subconsciously felt that the golden cudgel would keep the same appearance as him, which would make him more comfortable.

We are the same, Wukong said silently, but his movements were a little clumsy. It was his first time cutting someone's hair, and he was a little unskilled. When it slipped through the hair, it did bring a touch of unusual intimacy.

I am different, and I am different to him.

Every time I think of this sentence, it is enough to make Jin Choubang excited for a long time.

Wukong trimmed the corners carefully, and the thread connecting the master and the magic weapon's heart was picked up at some point.

"Golden Cudgel, Xiao Jin," Wukong said his name, stroked his hair and smiled, "To snatch you back from the old Dragon King is really the most correct thing I have done since I was born."

Golden Cudgel laughed in a low voice, which sounded very pleasant.

"The old dragon king has eighteen weapons, but I chose you," Wukong murmured, playing with his hair, "I chose you, and I don't want the others."

The golden cudgel fell silent suddenly, Wukong was a little stunned, just about to turn this guy's head to look at it, but he heard his deep voice: "Yeah."

Just this one?Wukong tapped his skull and continued to cut his hair one by one.What Wukong didn't see was the smile that the Golden Cudgel was secretly hiding.

How do you know, it's just that you chose me?

I have been doing Dinghaishenzhen for so many years, and I also have divine consciousness, but no one can see it.Who wants to sit on the bottom of the ocean and get rusty?I'm also looking forward to getting out and seeing what it's like outside.

Wukong, Sun Wukong, you don't know, if you want to take me away, it will be far more than the old dragon king.It's just that I, like you, chose you at the first sight.So nothing else matters.

I chose you and nothing else.