That's right!

I am the Flying Policewoman of Love and Justice!

His hand subconsciously touched the tight band that had a strong presence above his head,

No matter how many strange methods he used, he couldn't help but touch it,

It had become a habit.

Perhaps only by ensuring that Xuanzang obtained the scripture could it come off, and only then could he regain his freedom.

This scripture..,

Had to be obtained even if he didn't want to.

But Xuanzang's body was mortal,

Without a means of transportation, it would be best to travel dozens of miles a day,

It would probably take eight to ten years.

Why don't I try to sell my skills and buy a horse..

As soon as this idea popped up, it gave him a fright,

He must have been brainwashed by the monk to agree with such a ridiculous method.

Xuanzang liked to sleep on his side and curl up,

He had to hold something in his arms, so he pulled more than half of the blanket and hugged it. In the middle of the night, he woke up in a daze from the cold and found that his legs and back were exposed. They were almost stiff from the night wind, and the blanket could not block the bone-chilling cold of the stone,

There was almost no part of his body that was hot, and he could still sleep.

He stood up with the blanket wrapped around him. The bonfire was unmanaged,

It was already on the verge of death. Not only was Bajie Wujing not there,

Wukong was also gone,

Leaving him alone in the depths of the forest where wolf howls could be heard from time to time, shivering.

He pulled the blanket tighter around him.

He shouted "Wukong" in a trembling voice,

In response was a wolf howl,

His tears were about to fall. His poor flesh and blood. If he was eaten by the wolf pack, each of them would live forever and cultivate into a spirit. They would definitely be very capable. It would be another legend of the evil wolf..

"Pa", a fruit core fell from the sky. Xuanzang's soul was instantly sucked out of his body.

He subconsciously looked up and saw Wukong sitting on a tree looking down at him with an apple in his hand. "You're not sleeping anymore?"

Xuanzang panted for a long time before he could adjust his chaotic breathing. He raised his head and shouted sternly, "You come down."

Wukong heard the sobbing tone in his voice and could not help but smile, "You come up."

"Come down." This time, there was a hint of anxiety in her voice, as if she was acting coquettishly.

Wukong waved his hand, and Xuanzang's body rose uncontrollably. In the blink of an eye, he sat on Wukong's body.

He inadvertently looked down, and the makeshift bed and the flickering bonfire all became insignificant. He felt another wave of dizziness.

I didn't expect it to be so high!

He grabbed Wukong's hand and hugged him tightly. Then, he hugged Wukong's arm with both hands, and the woolen blanket fell to the ground.

"Ah …" Xuanzang looked regretfully at the thing that kept him warm.

Wukong handed him an apple and held his cold hand. "Why are you so cold?"

Xuanzang was a little angry. "You … you ran so high yourself, why did you drag me up?"

Wukong said, "To look at the moon."

Xuanzang followed his line of sight. This was probably one of the tallest trees, and there were very few obstructions. He could see the bright moon hanging in the sky like a jade plate. It was several times bigger and closer than usual. Blocked by the branches, it was as if the moon slipped and fell into the human world. It was firmly stuck by the branches and hung on the tree. In the distance, the undulating mountains were like silhouettes against the darkness. It was a desolate and vast scene. It was indeed a rare sight.

Wukong was actually so sentimental.

Xuanzang looked for a while and leaned against Wukong to absorb his body heat. His hands and feet were not cold anymore. He just woke up and was thirsty and thirsty. He took a bite of the apple that Wukong gave him.

He felt that something was wrong. When he looked closer, he found a few strands of brown hair on the apple.

Xuanzang smiled and proudly waved the apple in front of Wukong's eyes. "Didn't you say that you don't shed hair?

What is this? "

Wukong was speechless.

"That's not mine." He said, "It's a gift from the younger generation of the mountain."

The younger generation was probably referring to the monkey.

He knew that Xuanzang liked food to be clean and wouldn't touch such things. Just as he was about to take it back, he saw him using his sleeve to wipe it clean and continue eating. He pinched the strands of hair and mumbled, "You're golden, the color of your hair is wrong …" Wukong's hair was pure gold and was very beautiful. He had always wanted to touch it to his heart's content but didn't dare to. He could only touch the back of his hand and arm to satisfy his craving. He then asked, "Why are they giving you this gift? Are you the Monkey King?"

"… You can say that."

Xuanzang asked, "What about your original territory?"

Wukong's thoughts went back to a long time ago, when he was free and unrestrained. Those were probably the best times of his life. "It's … in a place very far away. It's called Mount Huaguo.

It's tens of thousands of miles away. "

He touched the band again. As long as he could get rid of this …

Xuanzang was surprised. "It's so far away. How do you know you're the Monkey King?"

He paused. "When I was sleeping, did you find the Monkey King here to fight to make them submit to you?" He heard that most animal groups were like this. The one who defeated the leader was the new Monkey King.

He imagined that Wukong used the most primitive method of biting or smashing the ground with a stick to deter them.

Wukong also imagined what he said. He stared at him and stuffed a handful of hazelnuts into his other hand. "Even eating can't stop you from talking."

Xuanzang could only eat the apple obediently. After eating, he peeled the hazelnuts. After peeling them for a while, he lowered his head and stopped.

Wukong asked unhappily, "Did you get fur?"

Xuanzang was a little sad. "I can't peel them."

"Don't you know how to bite?"

Obviously, he didn't know how to. He hesitated and stuffed the hazelnuts into his mouth.

Wukong took back the hazelnuts in disgust. He pinched them with two fingers and didn't even need to do anything. He directly fed them to Monkey King.

Xuanzang didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. When he saw Monkey King reach out his hand, he opened his mouth and waited to be fed.

"Am I protecting Master or taking care of a child?" Wukong thought angrily as he fed Monkey King.

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At dawn, the two meat eaters finally returned. Xuanzang was packing his luggage. He was a little excited last night and didn't sleep. Now he felt dizzy.

Ba Jie picked up the luggage. After all, he was the one who lost the horse.

He looked at Xuanzang with some doubts. "Master, you don't look well. Didn't you rest well last night?"

"It's a little cold …" Xuanzang said vaguely. He didn't want to delay the trip. "Let's go."

The group continued to head west. Monkey King saw Xuanzang's absent-minded appearance and held his hand to prevent him from falling.

Sure enough, after walking for a while, Xuanzang tripped on a stone and was about to fall to the ground. Fortunately, Wukong held him back.

Ba Jie said, "Do you want to rest for a while?"

Xuanzang didn't want to and insisted on walking. Ba Jie said, "Master, let me carry you. Junior Brother Sha, you can carry the luggage."

Wukong was very wary of him. He didn't care how they reconciled in one night. He bent slightly in front of Xuanzang. "Come."

Xuanzang was originally closer to him. After being fed by Monkey King, he became more dependent on Monkey King. He was so sleepy that he didn't refuse and climbed up Monkey King.

Ba Jie and Wujing looked as if they had seen a monster, but they didn't say a word.

They didn't know if it was because 500 years had erased his temperament. This was a little different from the one who caused trouble in heaven. After all, he had never bent in front of anyone.

Wukong walked very steadily. Xuanzang didn't feel any bumps. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and fell asleep.

Ba Jie's eyes moved from him to Wukong. "What did you two do last night?"

"Eat apples."

Two apples appeared in his hand and he threw one to each of them. "Did you two talk about it last night?"

"Let's get down to business."

Ba Jie became serious. "So Third Brother is a curtain roller. Like me, he made a mistake and was banished to the lower world.

What did you do? "

Wujing said, "Break the Azure Glaze Cup."

"Too tragic. Breaking the Azure Glaze Cup and you ended up like this."

Ba Jie said with heartache. "I think we have something in common. Maybe we can find a way to get rid of it."

"That wasn't an ordinary Azure Glaze Cup."

Wujing said, "The Azure Glaze Cup at the Immortality Peach Banquet was definitely not an ordinary item. Moreover, that was …" He didn't continue.

Wukong asked, "What was it?"

Wujing suddenly took off his clothes, revealing his muscular upper body.

The other two also fell silent.

Wujing's chest was covered with wounds. It was as if he had been pierced by thousands of swords.

"This is punishment." Wujing put on his clothes again. "I can't say it.

I can't say it either. "He paused." I can only say that everything will go according to its will. There is no way to resist. "

"Who?"

Wujing pointed to the sky.

Ba Jie asked, "The Jade Emperor?"

Wukong paused and asked, "You mean, the Heavenly Dao?"

Wujing nodded slowly at Wukong.

The Heavenly Dao, this once illusory thing, suddenly had traces. It wrapped around his body like the wind, but it couldn't be seen or touched.

"What does the Heavenly Dao want?" Wukong asked after a while.

"No one knows."

Wujing said, "Eldest Senior Brother, you are a spiritual being born from heaven and earth. If you don't know about the divine stone left behind by Nuwa, we have no way of knowing."

"Maybe someone knows." Ba Jie suddenly said.

The other two people were puzzled.

"Although Eldest Senior Brother is a unique spiritual being, the Earth Demon Transformation isn't something that can be comprehended overnight. There must be an expert who taught you." He looked at Wukong. "Eldest Senior Brother, who is your master?"

Wukong stared at him and didn't say anything. He lifted Xuanzang up and continued to walk forward. After a few steps, he said, "He was sleeping."

Who was his master?

Xuanzang opened his eyes. The sky was already bright, and he was the only one left in the room. The quilt beside him was still warm, and it seemed that he had just left.

It was noisy outside, and he didn't know what had happened. Xuanzang hurriedly got out of bed and put on his clothes. When he opened the door, he saw a group of palace servants hurrying past. They had sad expressions, and some were even crying miserably.

Xuanzang grabbed one and asked, "What happened?"

That palace servant said sorrowfully, "Holy Monk, you don't know. His Majesty suddenly fell critically ill this morning, and has already made arrangements for his funeral!"

He wiped his tears. "His Majesty was diligent and loved the people. Since he took office, the country was prosperous and the people were at peace. Why would such a wise ruler suffer at such a young age?"

Xuanzang was stunned.

Ill, critically ill?!