"What's there to ask?" Xuanzang smiled helplessly. "Other than being a monk in the temple, what else can I do?"

Wukong put down the half-packed things in his hands and walked to Xuanzang's side. He stared into his eyes and asked, "What about before you became a monk?

What about your background?

Are you an orphan? "

"Wukong, be careful with your words," Xuanzang gently placed two fingers on Wukong's mouth, stopping him from continuing to speak.

"People love their parents. It's fine in front of me, but if you say such things in front of others, you'll be punished.

Wukong, remember that? "Xuanzang frowned slightly and looked at Wukong.

"Oh, Master, don't always change the topic … Okay, I know. Master, I'm wrong."

Wukong felt numb in his heart from Sui Xiong's slightly reproachful gaze. He stopped breathing and could only obediently admit his mistake. "Then can you continue?

You're young. Speaking of which, I still don't know how old you are, where you live, whether your parents are still alive … It seems that I don't know … "

He couldn't help but laugh. "But Master, you don't seem to know me either."

"Yes, who can blame who?"

Xuanzang smiled gently and relaxed his eyebrows. He pulled Wukong to sit down and said, "Then Master will tell you about the past."

"Oh, there's the past." Wukong scratched his head.

"Naughty monkey, don't be so picky. Just listen obediently," Xuanzang scolded jokingly.

So Wukong sat down with a cheeky smile.

However, although Wukong's face was relaxed and curious, his heart gradually sank.

It was one thing for him to guess that this Xuanzang was just a "fake", but with his respect and responsibility for Xuanzang, even if he was just a fake created by some other powerful being, he would still take care of him from start to finish.

But when the truth was placed directly in front of him, he still felt uncomfortable.

This Xuanzang is really just a fake …

He knew it. How could the real Xuanzang be so open-minded …

The real Xuanzang was obviously pedantic and old-fashioned. He was afraid of death, weak, and could not endure hardships. Not to mention cooking, he did not know how to do anything. Yes, he did not know how to do anything other than cause trouble for him.

His thoughts were getting more and more unbridled …

Wait, what am I thinking?

Wukong was startled when he realized what he was thinking. Suddenly, he couldn't help but cough violently.

Xuanzang, who was about to give a long speech, was startled by Wukong. It was normal for him to cough, but if Wukong, who was in good health, coughed, there would be a problem.

"Wukong, what's wrong with you?" Xuanzang anxiously leaned over to look at Wukong.

Wukong covered his mouth and turned away.

"I'm fine.

When I thought about finding out about Master's past, I got too excited and choked on my saliva. "

"Oh, so that's how it is.

Wukong, don't be so rash all the time. Do you feel uncomfortable?

Let me take a look? "Xuanzang turned to Wukong and wanted to take away Wukong's hand that was covering his face.

Wukong followed him and turned half a circle. He covered his face and said in a muffled voice, "No, Master. My face is full of saliva.

I'm fine. Don't look. "

"Oh, then Master won't look." Xuanzang then walked away.

Wukong saw Xuanzang get up and walk away through his fingers. Then, he carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

He just breathed a sigh of relief when a white hand appeared in front of him.

Wukong suddenly shrunk his neck. "!!!" Xuanzang's clear and gentle voice came to his ear. "Disciple, wipe your face."

Wukong's mouth was still full of blood. He quickly covered his mouth with one hand and grabbed the handkerchief that Xuanzang handed over with the other. He bent his body and ran away. "Master, is my face salted?

I'll go wash it first. "

Behind him, Xuanzang looked at the blood on his palm. His face showed a bit of deep thought.

Wukong was also shocked by the blood that suddenly came out of his mouth. Of course, he ran away because he didn't want to scare Xuanzang and make him worry.

He rushed to a mountain spring to rinse his mouth and wash his face. Then, he looked at his reflection in the water in a daze.

He hadn't carefully observed his face for a long time.

It was still the familiar thin monkey face. There was still a bit of silly doubt on his face. But after looking at it for a while, he suddenly felt that this face was somewhat unfamiliar.

He faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell at the moment.

Xuanzang didn't follow. Even if he delayed for a while and didn't go back, he should only feel that he was a bit embarrassed and didn't go back for a long time, right?

Wukong thought for a moment and changed into his human form.

Wukong had originally learned the path of longevity under Bodhi. In order to avoid the three disasters, Bodhi had taught him the seventy-two transformations of the earth fiend.

He was a spirit monkey born by the heavens and the earth. Tracing back, he was still a yao.

As long as he was a yao, as long as he had cultivation, he would always have a human form.

Wukong naturally also had a human form.

But because he had learned the seventy-two transformations, he always felt that changing into a human form was showing off.

He had been kicked out of the sect by Bodhi because he showed off his magic in front of his senior and junior brothers. After that, he always remembered this. Unless it was necessary, he didn't like to change into a human form.

In these two lives, he had only changed into a human form two or three times.

But to clearly see what was wrong with him, it was better to change into a white and clean human form than a face full of hair.

Wukong endured his discomfort and looked into the water.

It was a white and tender face. He looked at most sixteen years old.

There was nothing strange about this. Even in the original world, with his long lifespan as a natural spirit monkey, Wukong was only a young and tender youth.

This was also one of the reasons why Wukong didn't like to see his human form.

The silly look of a little kid was not awe-inspiring at all. If others saw this, they would laugh for a few years.

He didn't want others to see it. He also didn't want to see his own face.

But at this moment, he forced himself to carefully observe his own face.

… Yes, it was a little fatter.

****

Wukong knew what was wrong.

This pleasing face without any edges and corners was very different from the face he had when he first changed into a human form in the Three Stars Temple.

This face should belong to a fat man, a smooth and slick fat man who traveled everywhere to do business, and not the awe-inspiring Great Sage Equalling Heaven. Oh, he had been here for a long time. Had he gotten used to the way he addressed himself?

Forget it, the Victorious Fighting Buddha was as awe-inspiring as the Great Sage Equalling Heaven.

This face had "I'm harmless" and "I'm obedient" written all over it. Wukong even saw a little bit. Well, not just a little bit. He saw a lot of "Come on, lie to me, I'm a fool" on this face.

Wukong touched his face with his hands. He couldn't believe that his face usually had these expressions.

He even wondered, who put on a fake face for me?

The last time he saw his face was a few thousand years ago.

At that time, he was still in the Three Stars Temple.

Because it looked too young, he only saw it once. Since then, he didn't want to see it again.

What kind of face was that?

Although it had been a few thousand years, Wukong still remembered that it was a face full of stubbornness from the corner of the eyes to the corner of the mouth.

Tender and sharp.

It didn't look awe-inspiring, but even the tip of the eyebrows was not inferior.

Am I … like this now?

Wukong looked at himself in the water and spat out a big mouthful of blood again.

But this time, he didn't cover his mouth. He sat paralyzed by the water, unable to move.

"Wukong?"

After a long time, he heard a cautious and probing question from behind him.

He immediately wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth guiltily and stood up in panic.

"Are you Wukong?" The soft voice called for the second time.