[Journey to the West] Monkey, be good

"No!" I got up from the ground and shouted at him: "Brother Changliu, you still remember everything in the illusion, don't you? And Man Canguo, Master... Master is also you, right?"

"..." The monkey paused, and the peach blossoms in full bloom reflected his somewhat stiff back.

"..." I approached him, stood behind him, and asked softly, "The person I saw in that fire...is that you?"

The monkey was silent.After a long time, he raised his hand and rubbed his brows with some headaches, touched a gold hoop on his forehead, smiled, and said helplessly: "Oh, yes or no, do you have to inquire so clearly? It's so heavy..."

"It's very important." I said, "For me, it's the most important thing."

"..." Monkey was taken aback again, he lowered his head slightly, and with his fingertips resting between his brows, he seemed to have silently made a difficult decision.He turned around, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said, "Is that scorpion still on you?"

"Huh?" I tilted my head.

The monkey raised his hand as if he wanted to rub my head, but when he gestured, he found that my head reached the height of his brow bone.He wanted to touch my head again, but he had to raise his arm. He felt a little frustrated, so he narrowed his eyes slightly, put his hand down again, and said two simple words: "Make wine."

How does the monkey know that I can make wine?I do make wine.

This is also due to the fact that I have traveled all the way west in these years, and I have experienced a lot of experience and knowledge.

In the early years, I passed a wine shop, and there was a blind grandmother who was good at brewing peach blossom drunk.Unfortunately, Grandma was already seriously ill at the time.Her only wish before death was to brew another altar of peach blossom drunkenness, and bring it underground after death, to reunite and drink with her alcoholic husband who died young.

I saw that her yard was full of peach blossom trees, but it was a pity that my grandma couldn’t see them and couldn’t pick them from the trees, so I kindly helped her pick a basket of peach blossoms.Grandma was grateful for my kindness, but worried that after her death, her unique wine-making skills would be lost, so she told me the recipe with her last breath.

Later, I followed the footsteps of the monkeys westward, and when I had eaten up the wild fruits I had with me and ran out of money, I would occasionally brew some peach blossom wine and sell it.

However, I have never mentioned to others that I still have the craft of wine making.Except Master.That's not what I offered either.

At that time in Mancang Kingdom, I was framed by the carp spirit. Not only was I burned, but the old wound on my waist also recurred, and the pain became more and more painful day by day. It was Master who straightened my bones and massaged me with medicinal wine.

There are often poisonous snakes, scorpions and other poisonous things in the woods, sneaking up on people when they are not prepared.

Master beheaded some of them, and I felt it was a pity to throw away their corpses. After all, they were precious medicinal materials, so I used them to make wine and kept them for massage.The unused ones are distributed to the people of the Mancang Kingdom. Digging ditches to divert water is a physical labor, and the people who participate in it will end up with pain in the wrists and arms, and there is no need for medicine to treat bruises.

and so…

It seems that there is a ray of light, softer than the moonlight, hotter than the sun, shining into my heart without warning but accurately.In an instant, the past 500 years seemed to be condensed into an insignificant point, and all of them were turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the monkey's body was full of splendor.

"..." I opened my mouth, but the words I wanted to say stuck in my throat, and my Adam's apple, which was still very green, rolled up and down, and I managed to squeeze out two words: "Da, Sheng..."

After all, the monkey didn't give me a definite answer, but it seemed to explain everything I doubted.I didn't ask how he spent three months traveling to Mancangguo to accompany me on the way to learn the scriptures, and how he knew that I died in Mancangguo.I think, for a monkey, no matter what, as long as he wants to do it, he can do it.

The monkey smiled and stretched out its hand towards me, palm up, and the red gold wristband glistened coolly under the moonlight.I took out the brown vial he had given me earlier and placed it in his palm.

monkey:"……"

"Heh——" the monkey laughed, tightened his five fingers to hold the bottle, turned around and said calmly, "Go back to the house. Tomorrow, I will ask the Queen for the certificate of customs clearance, and it's time to set off on the road."

"..." I followed beside him without making a sound.The light at the bottom of my heart seems to be dimmed, the monkey is going to leave after all, I have known this for a long time, but it is still difficult to suppress a little bit of sadness in my heart.

Obviously I was not like this.When I was still a tree, I was obviously satisfied as long as I looked up at him, and I have never been so greedy as I am now.

Xu Shi noticed my depression, and the monkey turned his face and said, "Don't think so much."

"Yeah." I nodded, but I still couldn't lift my spirits.

The queen loves Wu and Wu, and because she likes Jin Chan, she treats his three apprentices very preferentially.She allocated a whole yard to the monkeys, each with a room.Ba Jie is injured and needs Drifting to take care of him, so they share the same room tonight.

There are also two houses in the yard, one is for the Drifting Monk and the other is for the Monkey.The monkey walked ahead and opened the door to a room at the end of the corridor, but I stopped in front of the door, somewhat in a dilemma.

Back off, I don't know where to sleep tonight.

Although Monk Sha's house is vacant, I am not familiar with him after all, so it is not easy to live in his house.

Entering, but inevitably embarrassing.

Although I am familiar with monkeys and have slept together in the wilderness before, this is the first time that we are in the same room.Being locked up in a small space is naturally another matter.

But the monkey didn't seem to think anything was wrong. After he entered the room, he went straight to the wine rack to get a jug of wine, slapped the clay open with his palm, poured the scorpion into it, and said very naturally: "Not yet."

I entered the room, thought about it by the door, and closed the door.The monkey re-covered the sealing mud and held up the wine jar with one hand.I saw a faint white smoke coming out from the place where his palm met the bottom of the jar. Not long after, there was the sound of boiling wine in the jar.I opened my eyes wide and said, "You boiled the scorpion...?"

The monkey picked up a small white dish from the table, unsealed the seal again, poured some hot wine into it, and said, "I'm not cooking scorpions, but wine." He picked up the small dish, walked into the In the room separated by the smoky gray veil, he said, "Come here, go to the bed."

"Hmm...huh?" I probably knew what he wanted to do, so I lifted the veil and entered the room, climbed into the bed and started to undress.

The monkey kept holding the hot wine, and after I pulled the clothes down to my waist and lay obediently on the bed, he sat down beside the bed, put some medicinal wine on my waist with his fingertips, and rubbed it gently.

When I was in the Scorpion Cave, I was hit by the backlash of sword energy and hit the wall, and my waist was really uncomfortable.When the monkey released its iron claws and half-embraced me from the wall, it unintentionally pressed on my waist, and I groaned.He may have heard it, and then he thought of making wine with the corpse of the female scorpion.

The monkey's fingertips were a little cold, but the wine was still boiling hot, and it felt a little strange when it touched the skin.I lay face down on the bed with my cheek resting on the back of my hand, looking at him sideways.The monkey was very attentive and only stared at his fingertips. I thought he was looking for the acupuncture points and meridians seriously. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Have you lost weight again? I remember... I clearly remember that before you ...is there still some meat?"

"Huh?" I was staring at him in a daze, thinking that the monkey looked better when he was serious, but when he looked at me, he was thinking about this.My face became hot, and I said in embarrassment: "Maybe, I've grown up... People will always change when they grow up."

"It seems to have grown a lot taller." The monkey said again.

I thought to myself, how could I have always been the short, fat little dumpling at first.The monkey looks very clever, what is it pretending to be in its mind?I said: "Probably... it's a bit higher, has it reached your brow bone? If not, it should be soon..."

"Yeah." The monkey confirmed my guess, and after a moment of silence, he said, "You can't grow any taller."

I:"?"

The monkey poured the last bit of medicinal wine into his palms, wiped them wet, put his hands on my waist, and slowly pushed them from the middle to the sides.

I tensed up unconsciously, every inch of my lower back where the monkey caressed it seemed to be terribly hot. "Hmm..." I accidentally snorted, quickly covered my mouth with my hand, turned my face to the side, my eyes were wide open and my shoulders trembled slightly.

"What's wrong?" The monkey paused.

"It's okay..." I shook my head, and when I spoke, my voice was unusually hoarse.I didn't feel embarrassed when the monkey gave me medicine in the past, but now somehow, my body doesn't seem to be my own, and many strange things happen for no reason.

"..." The monkey seemed to realize something, but he didn't say anything.He moved his hand away calmly, and said softly, "Okay."

"Ang." I replied, hurriedly got up and looked for clothes to put on.

"Don't move." The monkey put one hand on my shoulder, pushed me back to lie on the bed, lifted a thin quilt to put on my back, and said, "Just finished taking the medicine, don't move around."

"Great Sage, I called you Brother Changliu, did I make you unhappy?" I moved sideways on the bed.

The monkey put the small dish of wine back on the table, and when he came back, he was a little surprised when I asked, "Why do you think so?"

I looked at him and said, "A few days ago on the street, I called you, but you ignored me. And when you were in Mancangguo, you didn't recognize me..."

"There is nothing I don't like." Monkey and Yi lay down on the outside, put his hands on his abdomen, closed his eyes and said calmly: "Don't think so much, this matter has nothing to do with you, it is..."

"What is it?" I stood up.

"Yes..." the monkey opened his eyes, hesitating and struggling.I got back on the bed, turned over and lay flat like him, yawned and said: "If you find it difficult, don't say it."

"Happy." The monkey called me.

"Huh?" I braced myself a little.

The monkey said: "Because... in the illusion of the ten directions, I saw something after you left." After a pause, he replied: "It's about Jin Chan."