After Wukong rescued Xuanzang, he remained silent. There were several times when Xuanzang wanted to ask what had happened, but when he saw Wukong's lifeless face, he held back.

Wukong noticed Xuanzang's hesitation and worry for him, but he thought: Without the White Dragon Horse, what will Master use to support his feet?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look down at Xuanzang's feet.

Looking at them, he found that Xuanzang's feet were actually white and clean, as good as new.

Without thinking about where the herbs wrapped around Xuanzang's feet went, just the fact that his feet were completely healed overnight was enough to surprise Wukong. "Master, your feet … …" He pointed at Xuanzang's feet.

Hearing this, Xuanzang looked down at his feet. His toes unconsciously curled together, like five pitiful little dolls.

"What's wrong … … Eh, it seems to be fine." He looked at his two feet that were as white as jade.

"This, what's going on?" Xuanzang subconsciously felt that it was his disciple Wukong's doing.

"Master, don't look at me, I also want to ask you.

When did your feet get better? "Wukong spread out his hands.

In the end, they naturally didn't find any answers, but the two of them didn't really care.

After all, when it came to suddenly recovering from illness, the reason wasn't important, the result was the most important.

"Then why did Master wake up in that cave?" Xuanzang asked.

"You were captured by that demon … … It's all your disciple's fault. If I hadn't fallen asleep last night, you wouldn't have almost lost your life in the demon's hands." Wukong clenched his fists and blamed himself.

"Wukong, don't think like that.

Didn't Master get rescued by you?

Is it because of this small matter that you're depressed?

You don't have to be like this.

I didn't suffer at all. Look, my leg is fine now.

It's really a blessing in disguise. "However, Xuanzang was still somewhat puzzled." Why did the demon capture me and not you? "

"… Because he's hungry," Wukong explained.

Xuanzang touched his bald head and said in realization, "Oh, it's because I have more meat on my body. I look more delicious than you, Wukong."

As he spoke, he looked at Wukong with a straight face and said, "Disciple, you have to eat more in the future so that you can grow more meat.

Look, even the fairies don't want to eat you because you have too little meat. "

Wukong was a little speechless. "Master, if the demon wants to catch you, it has nothing to do with who has more meat.

Even if you're all skin and bones and I have a big belly, I'll still capture you first. "

"Oh?

Why is that? "

"Because you're Tang Seng.

Everyone in the Demon Realm knows that you're a good person who has cultivated for ten lifetimes. Your body is incomparably precious. Eating a mouthful of your meat can give one immortality.

How many fairies and immortals have cultivated desperately for their entire lives just for immortality?

To the fairies, you have an incomparable allure.

So you must be careful in the future. If you encounter a situation where I'm not around, you must not easily trust others, because it's very likely that those people are fairies disguised to deceive you. "

Wukong's tone was very serious when he said the last part.

In fact, in his previous life, he suffered a lot of injustice and suffered a lot because of Xuanzang being deceived by the fairies.

Three beatings of the White Bone Fairy was still a thorn in his heart.

Xuanzang heard this and nodded seriously. "Wukong, don't worry. I'll be careful.

But since my meat is so useful, Wukong, do you want to eat some first? "

"… Master, are you kidding me?" Wukong's eyes widened.

"It's not a joke, Wukong.

I'm serious.

When I came to this world, my only wish is to deliver all living beings from suffering.

Ten thousand is a degree, one is also a degree.

You said that eating a mouthful of my meat can give you immortality, so why not make it convenient for you first?

You have been by Master's side for so long, and Master has nothing to give you. Now that this body is finally of some use, I naturally want to benefit you first. "As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves." Wukong, where do you want to eat meat?

How about the wrist?

Or the breast meat is more delicious?

Or the thigh meat? "

Wukong pulled down Xuanzang's sleeves and pulled up his torn clothes. He helplessly said, "Master, I don't want to eat any of your meat.

I've already learned the art of immortality. I don't need to rely on eating your meat to seek immortality. "

"Oh." Xuanzang was a little disappointed. "Then it seems that my meat is not very useful."

"You can't say that." Wukong hurriedly comforted him. "How can you say that your meat is not very useful?

Eating a mouthful of your meat can give you immortality. How many people yearn for it?

Even if you don't eat it, just licking it can strengthen your body.

You're still very precious and useful. "

"Oh?

There's such an effect?

Does it have any effect on healing injuries? "Xuanzang asked.

"Uh, probably, maybe, should — it definitely has.

Your meat is so precious that it can even give you immortality. Healing injuries is nothing. "Wukong said affirmatively.

"Oh, then …" Xuanzang wanted to say something but stopped.

Wukong said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Oh, okay."

Xuanzang's eyebrows relaxed. "Was the demon I saw in the cave just now seriously injured?"

"Yes, I only injured him. I destroyed his internal organs and meridians so that he can't move. He won't be able to come out and cause trouble for a while." Wukong answered somewhat cautiously. He thought that Xuanzang suspected him of killing again.

After all, in his previous life, Xuanzang had many conflicts with him because he killed people. In this life, Xuanzang's realm was higher, and he was more benevolent. Maybe this time, he wouldn't even allow him to kill demons.

But fortunately, this time, he didn't want to kill demons.

But he still underestimated Xuanzang.

"He's too pitiful. I want to heal him." Xuanzang said.

"No, you can't!

Master, what are you thinking?

He wants to eat you!

You still want to help him? "Wukong said in disbelief.

"Wukong, if I don't go to hell, then who will?

He just wants to eat a bite of my flesh, not kill me.

I just need to cut a piece of my flesh for him to eat. His wish will be fulfilled, and he won't bother me anymore.

Wukong, you have to know that I want to save all living beings. It's not just a few words, and it's not just a grand goal. I'm always working hard to fulfill this belief. As long as I can benefit him, so what if I cut a small piece of my flesh? "

Xuanzang's face revealed a benevolent smile. Then, he asked Wukong again, unwilling to give up, "Wukong, are you sure you don't want to eat a bite of my flesh?

Do you want to try it first?

Who knows, it might have other uses? "

"Master, don't joke around. I won't eat your flesh. That Little White Dragon won't do either.

As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you. "Wukong's expression was serious." Since Master's foot is better, let's go now. "

Xuanzang sighed regretfully. "Is it really not possible?

That Little White Dragon won't starve to death if he can't move.

Wukong, he's so pitiful. Can't we go back and take care of him before we leave? "

"No, there's no negotiation."

There's no room for discussion. "Wukong picked up the luggage that had fallen by the water's edge and walked west without looking back.

After taking two steps, he realized that Xuanzang wasn't following him. He couldn't help but urge, "Master, let's go.

If we don't go west today, and if we don't go west tomorrow, when will we be able to get the scripture?

When you get the scripture, you can save all living beings. "

Xuanzang touched the top of his head and followed Wukong with a look of disappointment.

Now that the weather was cold and the mountain roads were difficult to walk on, Wukong was worried that Xuanzang's foot would be worn out again, so they only walked a short distance today.

In the evening, they rested under an old locust tree.

Not far from the locust tree was a pine forest. The psychological preparation had already been done yesterday. Wukong skillfully plundered some of the squirrels' collections and picked a pile of mushrooms under a few rotten trees. It was enough for their dinner tonight.

Yesterday, Wukong had found some dried fruits, nuts, and a few sweet potatoes, so he and Xuanzang ate casually.

Wukong was overjoyed to find mushrooms today. Thinking that Xuanzang still had a pot with him, he planned to cook a pot of soup.

He put the mushrooms on the ground and prepared to open the bag.

"Let Master do it."

Xuanzang stopped Wukong and opened the bag himself. He began to take out pots and pans one by one. He handed a porcelain basin to Wukong. "Wukong, go wash the mushrooms well.

Oh, and get some water first. "

Wukong looked at the seasonings Xuanzang took out one after another. He didn't understand, but he felt that it was awesome. He obediently picked up the mushrooms that Xuanzang had thrown to the ground and walked to the nearby stream.

He had planned to cook them directly, but he didn't expect to have to wash them.

When Wukong came back with the mushrooms, Xuanzang had already made a fire and set up a pot.

There was boiling water in the pot, and Xuanzang was adding some unknown seasonings.

"This is called Hundred Tastes Fresh."

Xuanzang shook the oiled paper bag in his hand. "When I was in Xianyang, an old man who believed in Buddhism taught me how to make it. Boil the broth and condense it into small pieces. When you eat it later, just put a small piece in and it will quickly become soup.

After a while, you can put the mushrooms in and cook them. "

After the mushrooms were cooked for a while, the fresh smell of the mushrooms and the salty smell of the thick soup spread under the big locust tree.

Wukong waited on the side and scratched his ears and cheeks. "Master, can we eat now?"

"Wait a little longer." Xuanzang said and put in the pine nuts and other nuts that Wukong had plundered.

When the nut and mushroom soup was finally ready to eat, Wukong's saliva had already flowed all over the ground.

He wasn't a person with a heavy appetite. Usually, even if he liked to eat, he would prefer things like fresh peaches, or he wouldn't eat them at all.

He didn't expect that in this cold weather, he would be so greedy for a pot of hot mushroom soup.

"Hiss — Ha?

Dazed? "

Chu?

Concealing Chi Zhan's tent?

Mainstay Li Huan's testosterone??

Zhang Le?

Mu which dumplings??

Stewing Zheng?

Yong Yong Yong?

Si Hui Yong?

Which anti-polyp?

Xuanzang shook his head and handed him a spoon and a bowl. "Take the spoon and eat it. Scoop it into the bowl first and wait for it to cool a little before eating it." He took the bowl and picked up a pair of chopsticks to pick up the mushrooms.

Wukong took the spoon and scooped the soup and mushrooms into the bowl. However, he didn't follow Xuanzang's instructions to wait for it to cool before eating it. He scooped it into the bowl and ate it all in big mouthfuls.

This time, when he ate it with the hot soup, it should be even hotter, but he didn't say anything about it being hotter.

The pot of soup was quickly emptied. It was said to be a ration for Xuanzang, but most of it went into Wukong's stomach. Xuanzang only ate a small part.

Wukong clutched his stomach and felt a little ashamed. Xuanzang said, "Wukong, you're too thin. You should eat more."

Wukong felt even more uncomfortable when he heard this.

Late at night, Wukong sat cross-legged beside Xuanzang, reminiscing about the delicious mushroom and nut soup. As usual, he held Xuanzang's feet in his arms.

He was cultivating.

After coming out from the Little White Dragon's place, Wukong didn't tell anyone. Of course, no one wanted to hear him say that his magic power and cultivation had decreased again.

Wukong was a little panicked. He felt like he was a leaky ladle. Although it was only a small hole, with the impact of the water, the hole would become bigger sooner or later.

The scary thing was, he couldn't find where the hole was at all.

He didn't dare to imagine what the Victorious Fighting Buddha would be like without magic power and cultivation.

The Little White Dragon had an accident. He didn't know if something would happen to Ba Jie, Junior Brother Sha, and the others in the future.

He could only speed up his cultivation and work hard to make up for the lost cultivation. This way, he could ensure that Xuanzang smoothly went to the Western Paradise to obtain the scripture. Only then could his monkey life return to normal.

When Xuanzang obtained the scripture, he would be the carefree Victorious Fighting Buddha again.

Wukong thought about a lot of things. Cultivation was boundless. In the tireless cultivation, Wukong unknowingly fell asleep again.