Wukong silently snatched the knife from Xuanzang's hand.

"Wukong —" Xuanzang had a helpless expression, "It's not easy for me to be of some use.

Give me the knife. "

Wukong put the knife into his chest pocket and didn't say anything. He just shook his head.

This was his experience. No matter what, never try to argue with Xuanzang with words. Otherwise, you will involuntarily change your position.

"Okay then."

Xuanzang didn't fight with him. He suddenly took out another knife from his bag and quickly cut his wrist. Blood broke through the skin and was dripped into the boiling water by Xuanzang. Wukong opened his eyes wide and wanted to snatch the other knife, but he was forced to stay still by Xuanzang's words, "Wukong, don't mess around. Master's hand is trembling. If I cut too much flesh, master will blame you."

Xuanzang pressed the knife against his wrist and cut a thick piece of flesh along his skin. Then, he let his whole hand hang over the pot and bleed.

His hand recovered too quickly, and within a few breaths of time, Xuanzang had stabbed himself again.

"Don't —"

Looking at the bloody scene, Wukong's breathing stopped.

After a while, Wukong said with difficulty, "Do you need — so much flesh?"

"If we don't put more, what if Goku still has a hidden disease that hasn't been cured?

Master will be relieved if I put more. "

Xuanzang's hand stopped bleeding in this short time, and a thin layer of scab quickly formed where he cut off a piece of flesh.

He casually glanced at his hand and didn't cut it again.

"Master remembers that there are three or four mushrooms left in the bag. They were not finished the night before yesterday. Master will add them to you.

By the way, Wukong, do you still want to put pepper today? "

Xuanzang busied himself in front of Wukong and asked a few questions from time to time. He looked very satisfied and happy.

What else could Wukong say?

He could only nod.

Perhaps this was the true meaning of Buddhism: As long as you are happy, you can do whatever you want. You can say whatever you want.

Xuanzang boiled a pot of thick mushroom meat soup for Wukong and used the reason that Wukong was injured as an excuse to feed him, "Wukong, you are injured now. You don't have to do such heavy work."

Wukong was angry and amused. He wanted to take the bowl in his hand, "It's not like my limbs are not working. I'm just vomiting some blood.

Master, I'm not a three-year-old kid anymore. "

Speaking of this, he remembered that Xuanzang saw his teenage body. He felt that Xuanzang must have remembered his body and thought of him as a little kid. So he explained in exasperation, "Master, listen to me. The one you saw before was really not my original body.

I just changed it for fun … "

Xuanzang dodged his action and smiled, "What did Master say?

Did Master say that was your original body?

Wukong, I didn't take it seriously at first, but you kept copying it. Now, even if I don't take it seriously, I have to take it seriously. "He scooped a spoonful of soup and fed it to Wukong. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon.

。

"So that was Wukong's human form. Why did Wukong deny it?

Wukong's human form is very cute … "

"Master!" Wukong was ashamed and angry.

Xuanzang smiled and fed him another spoonful.

*****

Wukong and Xuanzang went west for another five kilometers. Then, they stopped on top of a hill.

As usual, Wukong found some fresh wild vegetables and mountain products. He and Xuanzang had dinner together.

There was an old locust tree on top of the hill. Wukong found some grass and laid it under the locust tree. Xuanzang slept under the tree.

He crossed his legs and began to cultivate with a frown.

Maybe it was because he had fought with Ganglio Suis. Even if it was just a few moves to test the waters, his magic power had dropped … No, what was going on?

The magic power in his body today was much more than what he had lost in the past few months …

"What's going on!" Wukong suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his eyes and looked at the night sky.

Today was the eighth day of the month. The moon was slightly crescent. There was only a weak moonlight in the sky. Even the stars were not very clear. It was a sign that the sky would be overcast tomorrow.

Was it going to rain tomorrow?

Looking at the dark sky, a trace of uneasiness rose in his heart.

He closed his eyes and continued to cultivate.

After a while, the feeling of uneasiness became stronger. He only felt that he was in a trance for a moment. The magic power in his body suddenly decreased by ten percent.

This …

His heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

What kind of almighty being was able to manipulate him, to actually be able to silently erase all of his magic power without batting an eyelid.

"Who is it!" He calmed down and took out the Jingu Bang.

"If you don't like me, just say it. Why did you sneakily throw me into such a messy place?

Now that you're taking my magic power, won't you be taking my life in a few days? "

"Who are you!

If you want to kill me, just say it! "

"Come out and fight with me!"

"The Great Sage Equalling Heaven awaits!"

But he held the Jingu Bang and shouted at the sky for a long time, but there was no change.

The night sky was still dark and gloomy, like a silent giant beast quietly hibernating.

Wukong was tired from shouting. He squatted on the ground for a while, his mind in a mess.

His gaze swept over to Xuanzang. He was a bit worried.

If a demon came and wanted to take Xuanzang away, he really would have no way to do anything. He wouldn't even have the ability to chase after them and take them away.

He tried to use his magic power. His body was empty. He couldn't use his true qi. He couldn't even summon the Somersault Cloud.

Without the deterrence of his cultivation, there were plenty of demons in the mountain who would dare to touch Xuanzang.

He just thought about the scene of Xuanzang being eaten by thousands of demons and goosebumps rose all over his body.

He didn't dare to imagine Xuanzang dying at all.

He was so good. He was the only one who took care of him like he was an injured person even when he said he was fine.

He had never met such a person before.

At the start, he was alone. He wanted to survive in the Flowerfruit Mountain. He had to be on guard against wolves, tigers, and leopards. How would he dare to get injured?

After that, he became the Monkey King. He was the king and all the monkeys had to worship him. He couldn't show any weakness and couldn't get injured.

When he went to the Cavern of Three Stars, Subhuti had been the one to enlighten him, and had brought him into a wondrous world of cultivation. However, Subhuti had countless disciples, and if Yang Qi wanted to gain Subhuti's favor, he would have to show off how talented he was.

And after he left Bodhi, he embarked on a path of fighting for glory. Everyone naturally felt that he was strong. He also felt the same way.

His life was to constantly fight, slashing all difficulties under his feet. No matter how difficult it was, he had to grit his teeth and pass it.

Because no one had ever told him that he could hide, that he could occasionally show weakness and act spoiled. There would be people who would love him, take care of him, and protect him.

That person even wanted to be his backer. Although he was weak, he was the one who needed to be protected.

But he only needed such a person.

Right now, this person was sleeping beside him. But his magic power was gone. He couldn't protect him anymore.

He looked at Xuanzang's peaceful sleeping face with sorrow.

He was sleeping so soundly.

Wukong touched Xuanzang's soft face.

Of course I sincerely treat you as my master. Otherwise, how would I run to Ganglio Suis to save you even though I know you are a fake Xuanzang created by this world?

I'm not a fool. Don't I know how to cherish my life?

It's because you are my master. Since his master was captured by a demon, Wukong had to save him. This was a must.

At this moment, the old turtle that was sleeping on the old locust tree suddenly squeaked and got up from the tree.

"Who!" Wukong raised his head warily.