Twenty-two years. After his rebirth, Wukong had already waited for twenty-two years and fifty-three days under the Five Fingers Mountain.

"Hey!" Wukong smashed the tattered peach blossom in his hand into the grass in front of him. The tender petals streaked across the air with the strength of Wukong's hand. Then, their speed became slower and slower. Finally, they trembled and landed on a blade of grass.

…

How embarrassing.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha's reputation had been completely tarnished.

After staying under the Five Fingers Mountain for so long, Wukong's fear grew.

According to what the Geezer of Earth told him when he first realized that he had been reborn, he had already been under the Five Fingers Mountain for 502 years.

In his memory, Xuanzang saved him from the Five Fingers Mountain five hundred years after he was suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain.

Not only was his master Xuanzang late for some reason, even the most reliable Guanyin of the South Sea was absent.

He had stayed under the Five Fingers Mountain for so long, but he hadn't even smelled the fart of a Bodhisattva.

What the hell is going on?!

He had been suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain for some reason after he returned to the Uproar in Heaven. Now, was the damned heavens going to block his path to becoming the Victorious Fighting Buddha?

Wukong's heart was even more bitter than Chinese goldthread.

Wukong had been waiting for Xuanzang's arrival day after day. He had been waiting for so long that his neck was about to break.

Just as Wukong's patience was exhausted and he had given up hope of Xuanzang's arrival, Xuanzang suddenly appeared in front of the Five Fingers Mountain without warning him.

He would always remember that clear day.

That morning, he found a ladybug on a blade of grass not far in front of him. He thought that the ladybug might want to lay eggs on the grass, so he tried to blow it off.

However, after blowing for a long time, he still didn't succeed. Just as he was angry, he heard the Geezer of Earth remind him, "Great Sage!

Great Sage!

Someone's coming. "

Wukong raised his head helplessly, and then saw a fair-skinned, fair-skinned bald man with a nine-ringed monk staff in his hand. He was wearing a Golden Bat cassock and had a compassionate look on his face as he walked towards him.

Wukong admitted that his eyes were brimming with tears at that moment.

Master, oh, Master!

I've been waiting for you for so long!

The master who saved me from the sea of bitterness!

He didn't know why Xuanzang didn't even have a horse. He carried his luggage and stumbled through the mountains.

However, his eyesight was very good. He saw Wukong from afar.

As soon as he saw Wukong, his eyes lit up. Oh, no, it was sympathy and pity that flashed through his eyes.

"Poor monkey, who pressed you under such a big mountain?"

"Master!" Wukong's call was too sincere.

"Master, I have a post on the mountain. Why don't you climb up and read it?" Wukong poked his head out and said.

Xuanzang, who was about to step forward, paused. "Benefactor, have you mistaken me for someone else?"

Wukong raised his head with difficulty. "May I ask if you are the monk sent by the Tang Empire to the West to pray to Buddha and seek scriptures?"

Xuanzang nodded. "Benefactor is right."

Wukong's hanging heart calmed down.

"That's right.

I was instructed by the Bodhisattva to become the disciple of a monk who went to the West to seek scriptures. Protecting you is my mission. "He complained," Master!

Why did you come so late? I've been waiting for you under the Five Fingers Mountain for a long time!

By the way, Master, where's your horse? "

Xuanzang didn't realize the meaning of Wukong's last sentence. He just touched his bald head and smiled with satisfaction. "I saw that the horse was really pitiful to travel through mountains and rivers. The mountain roads were difficult to walk on, so I couldn't bear to see it suffer, so I let it go after leaving the capital."

"… And then you walked here on your two legs?" Wukong looked at his feet and took a deep breath.

"That's right." Xuanzang said nonchalantly as he moved his bloody toes in his straw sandals.

No wonder, no wonder he was so late and made him wait until he was almost desperate.

Wukong gritted his teeth and looked at Xuanzang's bloody feet. He couldn't bear to look at them.

This was his delicate master, Brother Yu! Tang Xuanfeng, who had tender skin, fair skin, and a beauty that attracted all the female demons to throw themselves at him!

When did his master start to wait? Why did he feel that there was something wrong with his master?

Xuanzang was indeed very kind. He was so kind that he didn't even want to kill an ant. He was so kind that he wanted to cut ties with him because he killed a few bandits. However, Xuanzang also couldn't bear hardships and couldn't bear fatigue. He was very self-aware and always put the scriptures first. How could he …

"Master, disciple has a question." Wukong narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, disciple, please speak."

Xuanzang made a gesture to ask him to speak. He was very elegant and natural. Eh, is there something wrong?

Is a holy monk like this?

Wukong was horrified. I was suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain for so many years. Master, what did you experience?

The questions in Wukong's heart were about to burst out, but he still suppressed them and only asked the question he wanted to ask, "Since master wants to go to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures, you should know that the journey to the Western Paradise is very long. Without a horse to help you, I'm afraid you won't know how long it will take. It's even more likely that you won't be able to reach the Western Paradise in your lifetime and obtain the scriptures.

Then why did you abandon the horse? "

After listening to Wukong's question, Xuanzang shook his head helplessly, "I don't know. What is your surname?"

Wukong felt that something was wrong, but he still replied, "… My surname is Sun.

Master, you can call me Wukong. "

"Oh, Wukong." Xuanzang nodded. "Wukong doesn't know. It's because the Western Paradise is very far that I have to let the horse go.

The Western Paradise is very far, and I have to go through countless mountains and rivers. How can one horse be enough?

Since it's useless, why should I burden it?

It's better to set it free early.

Besides, it is my own wish to seek the Buddhist scriptures. How can I force a horse to suffer with me for the sake of my personal pursuit?

You should know that all creatures are equal. A horse is also a creature of the world. How can I enslave it?

I can only let it go. "

…

Reasoning and debating had never been Wukong's strong points. Xuanzang had studied the scriptures for many years and had long trained his mouth to deceive the living. After this reasoning, Wukong felt that something was wrong, but he also felt that it was very reasonable and could not refute.

"Master is right, but have you ever thought about how you will go to the Western Paradise without a horse?" Wukong looked at his bloody feet.

"Wukong, you should know that the Western Paradise is only a kind of appearance. As long as I wholeheartedly follow Buddha, even if we are separated by thousands of miles, my heart will still be close to the Western Paradise.

Disciple, don't cling to those appearances. As long as you always do good and treat others well, what does it matter if you don't go to the Western Paradise?

If I go against my heart and commit evil in order to obtain the so-called true scripture, even if I get the true scripture back, what can I do?

My original heart has changed, and the true scripture is no longer the true scripture.

Wukong, you should remember that I am going to the Western Paradise to deliver all living creatures from suffering. A horse is also one of the living creatures. "After saying this, Xuanzang put his palms together and closed his eyes." Amitabha. "

Wukong looked at the holy face of Xuanzang and secretly sighed in his heart.

He did not know what was going on, but his master had become more … profound. En, this must be a profound realm, right?

Forget it, forget it. In any case, if I go a little further, there will be a Little White Dragon delivering itself to the door to be the holy monk's mount.

This part of the road is all mountain roads, riding a horse will be bumpy. Sigh, let's just leave it at that for now.

After he finished consoling himself, Wukong looked up at Xuanzang and said, "Master, in that case, you should save me first!"

Xuanzang took a few steps forward and looked at Wukong with eyes full of heartache. "Poor Wukong!

How should I save you?

Do I need to dig directly or do I need to move the mountain on your body? "As he said this, Xuanzang put down the luggage on his body, took off the kasaya on his body, and began to roll up his sleeves.

"No need, no need." Wukong hurriedly stopped him. "Master, five hundred years ago, I made a big fuss …"

Wukong said this rather shamefully, so he glossed over it vaguely. "I caused some small trouble by fooling around, and was suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain by Tathagata specifically to wait for a sutra seeker to help him go to the Western Paradise to atone for his sins.

I have a lot of skills, and no one can do anything to me, but I was imprisoned by the Buddha.

Do you see the golden invitation hanging on the mountain on my body?

That is the decree that the Buddha used to imprison my mana. You only need to go forward and read the invitation once, and you will be able to save me. "

Xuanzang listened with some disbelief. "Is it that simple?

Don't hurt yourself.

If you can't do it, don't force yourself. I don't have anything else, but I still have some perseverance. After ten or twenty years of digging, you will be out. "

"… No need.

You just need to go and remove the invitation.

With the abilities of the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal, how can a mere mountain not do anything to me?

Don't worry, just that after you remove the invitation, you must walk further away to avoid being hit by the gravel. "

After being the Victorious Fighting Buddha for so long, suddenly becoming the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal, Wukong was still a little uncomfortable in his heart. He almost let it slip in front of Xuanzang.

Fortunately, Xuanzang did not notice this small detail. His heart and eyes were only filled with thoughts of saving this pitiful little monkey, oh no, now his disciple, from the sea of suffering.

It was really too pitiful.

Xuanzang secretly wiped away a tear of sympathy and climbed up the mountain step by step.

At the top of the mountain, a golden decree flickered with Buddha's light under the sunlight. Xuanzang put his palms together in front of the decree and said, "My Buddha is merciful." Then, he softly read the words on it, "??

Mani Mai Mai Moo. "

With a flash of light, the decree slowly flew up into the air and disappeared without a trace.

Wukong's empty feeling of having no mana in his body suddenly relaxed. "Master!

Walk three miles away, I'll come out now! "

Hearing this, Xuanzang walked down the mountain unhurriedly and walked three miles away.

Wukong only felt his body relax. His mana surged and his body shook, about to shake off the huge mountain on his body.

However, he suddenly remembered that he was the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

Buddha loves all living beings.

Flowers and plants are all living beings. If this Five Fingers Mountain exploded, the surrounding flowers, plants and insects would all suffer.

Wukong came back to his senses and hurriedly cast a spell to collect the gravel that was flying in all directions. Then, he kneaded the gravel into a stone ball and threw it at the original location of the Five Fingers Mountain.

After doing all these, Wukong saw Xuanzang looking at him from afar with concern. He directly took a step forward and said, "Master!"

"Master, do you believe me now?"

Wukong automatically took the luggage that Xuanzang was carrying and his expression changed. This luggage looked like it was easy for his master to carry it, but when it was in his hands, it actually felt quite heavy.

No, the Victorious Fighting Buddha's mana was boundless and he was born with great strength. Just his weapon alone was the Jingu Bang that weighed 13,500 kilograms. How could he feel that this small luggage was heavy?

Wukong's mind turned and he immediately wanted to open the luggage to check.

However, on second thought, he felt that he was being too rude. How could he check his master's luggage the moment he arrived?

Wukong carried the luggage and walked behind Xuanzang. He pretended to ask casually, "Master, what's in this luggage?"

"Oh, this!"

Xuanzang answered as he walked. "There are pots, bowls, ladles, and basins. There's also pepper and salt. There are also two monk robes to change into, two flints, two needlework boxes …" Halfway through his words, Xuanzang suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Wukong with heartache. "Wukong, are you unable to carry it?

It's all my fault. I forgot that you've been under the mountain for a long time. Look at how thin you've become. I actually asked you to carry the luggage. It's all my fault! "

As Xuanzang spoke, he reached out to take back his luggage.

Wukong quickly dodged. Of course, the Victorious Fighting Buddha wanted to save his face.

How could he let his master carry the luggage?

"Master, you can just go on your way.

I'm the Great Sage Equalling Heaven. If I can't even carry a luggage, the deities in the heavens and the demons in the world will laugh their heads off.

You might not believe me, but do you know how heavy my weapon, the Golden-Banded Staff, is?

It's 13,500 kilograms. How can I not even carry a luggage? "

As Wukong spoke, he was afraid that Xuanzang would not believe him. He even grabbed the luggage and flew into the sky before flying back.

"You can rest assured now.

It's just a luggage. It's a piece of cake. "

Xuanzang looked at Wukong and moved his lips. Finally, he nodded. "I believe you.

But if you can't carry it, don't force yourself … "

Wukong nodded casually and looked around.

It was still some time before the Black Bear Spirit appeared. However, there were still many wolves, tigers, and leopards deep in the mountains and forests.

He remembered that a White Forehead Tiger with slanted eyes would appear in a few more miles.

Wukong was somewhat vexed.

He was not vexed about whether he could defeat it. Instead, he was vexed about how to deal with the demons he would encounter later.

Beat them to death … That wasn't good. Demons had a life.

However, not beating them to death … That wasn't good either. If he didn't beat them to death, they might continue to covet his master.

Sigh. Wukong sighed.