[Journey to the West] The monster was captured by the master

Chapter 42

The red-haired ghost landed on the shore like a mournful concubine.

The little fish and shrimps who suddenly lost their minds in the quicksand river are still swimming aimlessly in the water, not knowing that their king wants to split half of their wives into half for them.

On the tree five miles away, Wukong turned into a mosquito and began to fly towards the Liusha River.

The red-haired ghost took out the demon-subduing stick, and said to Xuanzang with tears in his eyes, "I've given half and half of my wife to you, and you have to treat it well."

Xuanzang said: "Why should the benefactor do this, wait for the poor monk to cross the river, and then return it to you. Once the poor monk becomes a monk, he won't have any wife."

"What do you know? Solo wood is a dedicated sacred tree, and each branch only recognizes one owner. If I can return it, should I cut it off in half? Just lend you the whole thing." The red-haired ghost said angrily.

He reluctantly looked at his beloved weapon again, thinking of the people in the river, he closed his eyes and then slashed cruelly at the center of the stick——

The stick didn't break.

The red-haired ghost looked at Xuanzang in embarrassment, and said: "I...have no experience, so I missed it for a while. This solo wood is extremely hard. Wu Sheng spent half a year in the Moon Palace to cut down such a branch. I am afraid it will take a few more chops. only once."

Then he earnestly exerted strength on the center of the stick.

After chopping it more than ten times, there was not even a trace left on the demon-subduing staff, and the red-haired ghost couldn't help feeling lucky: Could it be that this Thoreau wood is unwilling to break it?

"Monk, look, this... I have used all my strength. It's not that I don't want to help you, it's that this wooden stick doesn't want to be broken in two. You—you should forget it, ah?" the red-haired ghost stammered. He said bluntly, chopping and chopping repeatedly on the wooden stick with his hand: "Look, I can't stop chopping, it's useless, I can't break it, right..."

"Let the poor monk take a look." Xuanzang said, snatching the demon-subduing stick.The red-haired ghost looked at his weak appearance, thinking how strong you can be, and couldn't help laughing in his heart that he was overconfident.

He never imagined that Xuanzang held the wooden stick in his hand and played with it twice, then held one end in each hand and gently broke it, the extremely hard wooden stick snapped into two pieces.

"Okay, I'll give it back to you." Xuanzang handed the other half of the stick to the red-haired ghost, and the red-haired ghost took it stupidly, until Xuanzang fiddled with the stick in his hand and asked him "this How to use it", he couldn't come back to his senses.

"Benefactor? Benefactor? How does this thing work?" Xuanzang patted the red-haired ghost's shoulder twice before he woke up like a dream: "Oh, if you drop your blood on it, he will recognize you by himself."

Xuanzang nodded, and was about to pierce his finger to bleed blood, when the red-haired ghost pushed him to the bank again: "Go and drip, don't splash it into the river."

Xuanzang smiled helplessly, and took two steps towards the bank before squeezing out the blood and smearing it on the wooden staff.The wooden stick was indeed spiritual, as soon as the blood was applied to it, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and then the blood was absorbed, and the wooden stick was connected with Xuanzang's soul.

"If you don't want to go into the water, just throw the stick into the river, it will grow bigger, and then carry you across the river." The red-haired ghost said.

"The poor monk understands." Xuanzang nodded, threw the stick into the river, then grabbed the bag that was on the ground, and jumped onto the stick in the river.

The wooden stick was like a sharp arrow, riding the wind and breaking through the waves, carrying Xuanzang and rushed out quickly. He traveled three or four miles away in a short while, and Wukong, who was still "buzzing" and was desperately flying towards the river, saw that the whole mosquito It's all bad.

How could this messy wooden staff be so fast!Wait for me, Master! ! !

Wukong desperately rushed to the river, and looking again, Xuanzang had rushed twenty miles away.Without saying a word, he changed into a fish and fell into the water.

But as the stele said, the Liusha River has three thousand weak waters, and even goose feather flowers can't float up, let alone Wukong's transformation into a big carp. Wukong sank straight into the water after entering the water.

For things in the water, Wukong has always been [-]% incompetent.When he was a little monkey, he once fell into the river to avoid being hunted by a tiger, and struggled under the water for a little while before getting out.Although he was still able to escape in the end, he felt depressed after entering the water, his nerves were tense, his heart was pounding, and he could only make two portions with all his strength.Later, he learned to swim specially to overcome his fear, and once mastered the water-avoidance formula, he became awe-inspiring in the Dragon Palace, causing the Dragon King to kneel down and beg for mercy.But after many years, when he realized again that there is no way to go to heaven, no way to go to earth, and completely unable to control the sinking of his body, Wukong was still captured by fear.

He has become a fish now, but he even forgot to breathe, just holding his breath and staring blankly at the clear water above his head and the bright sky above the water.

The sky is so beautiful and the clouds are so white.

He thought foolishly, as if he went back thousands of years ago and became that little monkey who was just born and ran away in a hurry in order to survive.He also thought the same way when he was sinking into the water and couldn't breathe, how reluctant he was to part with this cruel but beautiful world—then he suddenly struggled to dig himself out of the water.

Wukong came back to his senses and began to struggle. This time is different from that time. Now he has become stronger and can swim. Unfortunately, in these three thousand weak waters, there is nowhere to draw strength. There is only one whether he can swim or not. sinking consequences.

Wukong had to wait for himself to sink to the bottom of the water and then slowly walk to the other side.

But before he sank to the bottom of the river, the space he was in suddenly twisted slightly, the water rippling, and then Wukong seemed to be dragged by an invisible rope, and moved towards Xuanzang's direction uncontrollably.

Wukong turned into a flying fish, a fish that flies in the water.

He spun and advanced in the water at high speed, the water poured into his mouth, he spat out the water in his mouth desperately, and then closed his mouth tightly.All kinds of magnificent and dazzling images began to appear in front of his eyes.In the end, these images all turned into a blinding white light.

Wukong was so dizzy and nauseous, his eyes turned white, his five senses were lost, his whole body was numb, and his tiny fish fins were twitching uncontrollably.

"wwwooooohhhheennnnniiiiiiiii..." Wukong said before fainting.

The author has something to say:

Even I cried bitter tears for Wukong.