Chapter 8: The Golden Hoop

After a lot of commotion, of course Sun Wukong did not kill Tang Seng. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Let's not mention that Tang Seng is her master can't be killed, even if she really wants to kill Sun Wukong, she can't kill - mother, she can't catch up!

Squatting next to the white horse with a golden hoop stick and drawing circles on the ground, Sun Wukong glanced at Tang Seng who was happily preparing lunch not far away, and really felt like he had seen a ghost. A mortal who doesn't even have spiritual power, holding a tin staff, ran faster than her Monkey King, chased for so long and stunned but didn't catch up, could it be that he was suppressed for five hundred years, and all the mortals in the world have ascended to immortals? And she can run so much, why do you need her to protect her?

muttering with broken thoughts in his mouth, Sun Wukong suddenly shouted impatiently: "Master, when will lunch be good, I'm hungry!" ā€

"Come on~ Don't have a monkey tail and you'll only be in a hurry, and you can't eat without your ...... Go away stupid cat, have you forgotten that you can't eat anything too hot? Haven't you had enough of the bitterness? Responding to Sun Wukong with a smile, Tang Seng slapped the probe into his head, and Yin Yue, who seemed to want to take a fish barbecued on the fire with his mouth, slapped it away.

"Whew!" With a flick of her tail, Yin Yue fell sullenly beside Tang Seng. Ignoring it, Tang Seng said to Sun Wukong again: "If you are really bored, there are a few Buddhist scriptures in your luggage, you can take them out and take a look." ā€

Sun Wukong bared his teeth: "Don't let my grandson read Buddhist scriptures, I can't bear it." ā€

"Then play on your own. Pull your monkey's tail to see if you can carry yourself to the sky. If so, be sure to ask me to visit it later. ā€

Sun Wukong was furious, grabbed a stone and smashed it at Tang Seng who gave her ideas: "I'm not a monkey who was tricked!" ā€

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, why are you so troublesome?" Avoiding the flying stones, Tang Seng smacked his lips and said: "Then you can rummage through the luggage by yourself, there are a lot of messy things in it, you see if there is anything that can interest you to pass the time." ā€

"Huh? What do you mean by a lot of messy things? Master, is your luggage not clear to yourself? ā€

"Who knows, because when I first came out to learn the scriptures, a bunch of people stuffed me with a bunch of things, saying that I wanted them to use on the road, but there were too many things and I didn't bring them all, except for a few pieces of clothes and robes, as well as the purple gold bowl given by Li Shimin, plus it proved that I did go to learn the scriptures, not lazy halfway, and then casually took some broken books to fool her customs clearance documents, and I took other things casually. See for yourself, there might be something you're interested in. ā€

"Heh, take a few clothes on the road, master, you are really casual."

I don't know if he was amazed at Tang Seng's free and easy, or despised his big heart for traveling long distances without preparation, Sun Wukong grinned and jumped up and rummaged in his luggage.

A collection of poems, Buddhist scriptures, a few sets of black robes, gray pants and white clothes, plus a few ordinary black and a golden robe, which you know at a glance is very valuable, put aside the things that were turned out in these luggage, and Sun Wukong suddenly found something interesting.

"Hee-hee, what did I find?" Carrying a brocade dress and a flower hat (the wrong size) that was obviously not worn by a big man Tang Seng, Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng narrowly: "I actually brought a dress suitable for my old grandson, a female streamer, master, why didn't you bring the owner of the dress when you learned the scriptures?" ā€

Tang Seng pursed his lips disdainfully: "You also know that you are a woman, why is that character still so big?" And the owner of the dress, aren't you? ā€

Before Sun Wukong was woken up by Tang Seng, his whole body was seen by him, so he didn't have a violent reaction when he woke up, and his personality was not very good. Tang Seng didn't notice that when he said this, Sun Wukong's face seemed to be red.

Changed the subject in a little panic: "The master said that the owner of this dress is me, why?" ā€

"This dress was given by the woman Guanyin, and I am a man, so its owner is not you or me?" Glancing at Sun Wukong with disdain, Tang Seng thought about it and added: "By the way, you can wear clothes at will, and remember not to wear hats." ā€

"Why?" Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows in astonishment, looked at the flower hat in his hand, and didn't see why Tang Seng asked her not to wear a hat.

"There's something wrong with the hat." Casually adding the spices he carried to the soup, Tang Seng said casually: "Guanyin, that woman is afraid that you will not obey my discipline on the road." So that flower hat is not actually a hat, but a thing called a golden hoop. As long as you put it on, the golden hoop will appear on your head and you can't take it off, and along with the golden hoop, she also gave me a tightening spell by the way. Say that if you are disobedient, let me read it, and then the golden hoop will make you miserable, and then you will be obedient...... Okay, lunch is fine, hurry up and eat. ā€

Explaining for Sun Wukong, Tang Seng took a wooden spoon and took a sip of the fish soup that had turned milky white and tasted it, and felt that it was no problem, so he beckoned Sun Wukong, who was stunned by his words, to come over and drink soup and eat lunch.

Came to Tang Seng and sat down, took the wooden bowl full of fish soup he handed over, Sun Wukong peeked at him, and his heart was mixed: "There is a baby who can easily make my old grandson obedient not to use, but to say such things that make me vigilant, master, what are you thinking in your head?" ā€

"Because you're a teacher's apprentice." With a bright smile, Tang Seng patted Sun Wukong's shoulder: "It is the master's duty to bully the apprentice, and whether you listen or disobey is also a matter between the master and you, and there is no need for outsiders to interfere." Besides, being a teacher is not a master who likes to force others, and I can't do this kind of thing by using a golden hoop to force you to be obedient. ā€

Sun Wukong grinned: "Master, your first sentence seems to be wrong, right?" ā€

"Is it wrong?" In the blink of an eye, Tang Seng smiled happily: "No matter how much it is, you just need to know that you are a master and apprentice." Life is long, and those who care too much about the details are fools! ā€

"Is this the excuse that you are more out of tune than me, master?" Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, and then laughed heartily: "That's it, I was still a little unhappy." Right now...... Master, I'll say my name again, you remember! I am the Monkey King of Huaguo Mountain, the Monkey King, the Monkey King, and the Monkey King! ā€

"Hey, why is there another prefix...... Forget it, nothing has changed anyway, eat and eat, we'll rest for a while after eating, and then set off tomorrow morning. ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Feed! It's only noon!! ā€

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After some not big twists and turns, Sun Wukong finally really joined the team that went to the west to learn scriptures with Tang Seng.

Fighting and fighting, the master and apprentice duo and Yin Yue went all the way to the western sky, and before they knew it, the time had come to the cold winter of Layue.

On this day, the two of them came to a stream where the sound of gurgling water could not stop.

The cold wind was cold, the frost was steaming, and he stopped in the stream to rest, so the weather was still Tang Seng in a thin white robe and a black robe slowly got off the horse.

Leading the horse to drink water by the water, he watched the beautiful scenery of frost and snow in the stream, and asked Sun Wukong, whose face turned red due to the cold and freezing behind him: "Wukong, the scenery of this place is good, do you know what the name is?" ā€

"Hmm...... It seems to be called the snake pan mountain eagle sorrowful stream. Rubbing his hands, and then taking two breaths into his palm, Sun Wukong said with some uncertainty: "It seems that I have been here before, but five hundred years have passed, and I can't remember it." ā€

"If you can't remember, forget it, it's just passing by anyway." Patting the horse's back and letting it move freely in the stream, Tang Seng couldn't help but glance at Sun Wukong: "Is it cold?" ā€

Sun Wukong was stunned, and then he crossed his hands on his hips, and laughed with a weak look in his eyes: "Don't, don't get me wrong, even Master, you are not cold as a mortal dressed like this, how can my old grandson be cold?" ā€

"I've said it many times on the road, and the word mortal is on my lips when I have nothing to do, and it sounds annoying." Glaring dissatisfied, he was obviously trembling, but because he didn't want to lose face in front of him, the "mortal" master, Sun Wukong, who refused to wear a few thick clothes to keep warm, Tang Seng couldn't help but sigh: "Forget it, if it's not cold, it's not cold, it's not cold, there is nothing to say for the master and your face-saving apprentice." ā€

took off the robe on his body, walked over to put it on Sun Wukong, Tang Seng waved his hand impatiently: "Hurry up, go quickly, I'm hungry for the teacher." If you don't want to cook at noon, you use your Douyun to go elsewhere to get some fruit for the teacher, remember to ask for fruit! ā€

It didn't seem to hear Tang Seng's instructions, Sun Wukong was stunned and pulled the extra robe on his body: "Master's robe ......"

"It's too hot, I'll lend it to you for the time being, don't take it off, otherwise be careful to knock your head on the head with a tin cane." After warning Sun Wukong, Tang Seng muttered and walked away: "Hell, I knew that I was not the only one on the road, so I brought more warm clothes to come out." Just a few robes and robes...... No, there seems to be some tiger skins left over from last time, hey, it's good luck for that stupid apprentice. ā€

came to Yin Yue's side and sat down against it, Tang Seng, who only had a white coat left on his body, looked at Sun Wukong still stunned, and suddenly raised his eyebrows at her: "Why are you still stunned?" Do you want to starve your teacher to death? Go get something to eat! ā€

"It's also a stupid apprentice, the stupid one is obviously the master." With a puffed face and muttering, Sun Wukong nodded, then pulled the robe on his body tightly and walked away.

Sun Wukong is gone, and Tang Seng doesn't have much to look at the scenery for the time being. Ran to the side of the white horse, turned over the tiger skin and needlework left over after sewing the dress for Sun Wukong in the luggage on his back, and then asked the white horse to continue to play while cooling, he returned to Yin Yue's side, and began to sew warm clothes for his stupid apprentice who would rather suffer than show weakness in front of his master.

Clothes and shoes are okay to say, last time Guanyin sent a set, although there is a problem with the hat, but the clothes and shoes can still be worn. plus the remaining tiger skin is not enough to make a complete set of clothes for Sun Wukong, so the warm items Tang Seng made for her are hand guards, leg guards, and a shawl.

After all, he is his own apprentice, he has been in contact all the time, and he has also made clothes for her at the beginning, and Tang Seng still knows very well about Sun Wukong's body size.

Although it is said to be the Monkey King, Sun Wukong is a girl after all, with a petite body, thin arms and thin legs, plus handguards, leggings and shawls, these things are really not technical for Tang Seng who can embroider flowers with thread alone, and it will be done after a while.

Put the warm objects made by his side and plan to give it to her when Sun Wukong comes back, Tang Seng put away the few remaining tiger skins and needles and threads, and he was idle, as soon as he made a lazy mistake, he stretched his waist and leaned on Yin Yue to start napping with her.

For a while, except for the howling cold wind, no other movement was heard in the stream.