Xuanzang reappeared in the RV and threw Zhu Bajie a small box of [ ] cigars.

"Try this!"

The roots of the handmade full-leaf rolled cigars are as thick as a small radish head, Zhu Bajie took out one and put it on his long nose and sniffed it gently, and reveled intoxicated: "Master, this kind of taste is very fragrant!"

"Click!"

Lighting it with a lighter, Zhu Bajie smoked a cigar with an indescribable intoxication.

Xuanzang took out a large gold chain from the system space and threw it to Zhu Bajie.

"Bajie, wear it, it fits your current temperament!"

Zhu Bajie wore a big gold chain, looking very much like a consortium tycoon in his previous life, just a pair of sunglasses and a few gold teeth.

At this moment, a cry for help suddenly came from ahead.

Hanging upside down above the welcoming Honka was a little boy of about seven or eight years old, wearing only a red belly pocket and two pigtails, crying incessantly.

Xuanzang got out of the car and walked over with a little curiosity to check, and the little boy cried even more.

"Why did you grow this kid on a tree, could it be some kind of pine nut?"

Xuanzang pinched his chin and stood not far from the little boy and asked.

"Master, help, I'm hanging from a tree by a thief!" said the little boy with a crying voice.

Xuanzang moved a few steps forward, and at this time, Sun Wukong and a few people also got out of the car, and he knew that this thing was made by a little demon king.

"It's a monster with no long eyes, and he even deceived the old yin...... No, the head of the dear Master is here!"

Sun Wukong covered his mouth, slipped into the RV again, and felt a little numb when he saw Xuanzang's slightly clenched fist under his sleeve.

Zhu Bajie also approached, his cigar-holding arm leaned upward, then retracted to his mouth and inhaled sharply, spitting the smoke in his mouth into the little baby's face.

"You pig's head, what are you choking me doing, why don't you let me go quickly?"

Zhu Bajie smiled contemptuously, shook the gold chain around his neck, turned his head and left, his eyes revealing pity.

"Amitabha, since the little benefactor is not transformed by a spirit, then tell me about your origin!" Xuanzang looked at the red boy hanging upside down on the tree with interest, folded his hands, and almost said, 'Please start your performance'.

The little boy's eyes purred, and he said slowly with a crying voice: "Master, there is a dry pine stream on the west side of the mountain, and there is a village on the other side of the stream, and my home is there. ”

"My grandfather's surname was Hong, and he was in business at a young age and accumulated some gold and silver, so he mixed his name and called him Red Million. He died many years ago due to old age, and the family property was left to my father. In recent years, my father spent a lot of money on wine, lost a lot of family wealth, changed his name to red 100,000, and later made some friends in the rivers and lakes, and lent gold and silver only for some interest. How do you know that those Jianghu people formed a murderous party, killed me during the day, robbed my wealth to the fullest, and killed my father. ”

"At that time, my mother was reluctant to let me go, and took me in her arms and cried and wept, trembling, and followed the thief back to the cottage, and the big boss saw that I had a grudge and wanted to kill me, thanks to my mother's crying and plea, I was exempted from being taught to die under the ghost's sword, but the thief said that I 'can be forgiven from the death penalty, but the living sin is unforgivable', so he hung me on a tree with a rope, and I have been hanging here for three days and three nights, if I hadn't met the master, I am afraid I would have hanged here......

The red boy searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and finally made up a miserable life experience, and he couldn't help but admire himself a little.

The sadness on his face remained unchanged, and he secretly looked at Xuanzang to see his reaction.

Xuanzang secretly complained in his heart at this time.

The Bull Demon King and the Iron Fan Princess were arranged like this, how would they feel if they knew about it?

Xuanzang didn't seem to hear it, walked forward and pulled the red boy's belly pocket, "You are a boy, what kind of red belly pocket are you wearing?"

The red boy's expression was a little uncontrollable, he had bothered to explain for so long, and you, a monk, actually cared about my red belly pocket?

How unreasonable!

The red boy gritted his teeth, his face remained unchanged, and he said bitterly: "Master, my hands and feet are very painful, please put me down first!"

Xuanzang groped in his arms for a while, and took out a golden hoop from it.

"Little baby, it's a waste for you two cupola horns to be braided without a golden hoop, stretch out your head and let the poor monk put it on for you!"

Xuanzang said, grabbed the red boy's head, and directly buckled the golden hoop on his head.

"Uh...... It looks like you're wearing it backwards!"

Xuanzang said a little embarrassed, he didn't distinguish the front and back when he buckled the gold hoop just now, and directly buckled the side with the bifurcation and curve on the back of the red boy's head.

As soon as the red boy looked up, a golden hoop appeared on the door of his head, and on the back of his head there were two curly hair rings, which looked silly.

The red boy was already a little angry in his heart at this time, and when he saw that the monkey was hiding in the RV, he no longer pretended, and directly turned into a whirlwind and swept Xuanzang into the sky.

Sun Wukong's right hand reversed to his forehead and looked into the distance, looked at the sky, and sighed: "Poor monster, I caught the master again!"

"Who's to say it isn't!"

......

No. mountain dry pine stream fire cloud cave.

After the red boy brought Xuanzang back to the cave, he showed his true appearance, and laughed with his fangs: "Little ones, boil water, and taste this Tang monk meat today!"

Although the red boy is a child, he is quite strange, with thick black eye shadow, sharp teeth, and sky-high red hair, all of which show his brutality and ferocity.

"Fast as the wind, as fast as fire, where are the two strong generals?"

At this time, two red-haired demon generals rushed over from the side, bowed down and fell to the ground: "King, I don't know what to order!"

"You and the anxious as fire went to the starry night together, and went to Jilei Mountain and Flame Mountain separately to invite my parents to eat Tang monk meat, saying that my holy child had a great creation and captured the scripture learner!" the red boy commanded.

At this moment, Xuanzang, who was tied up by a rope, suddenly interjected: "Amitabha, little donor, is the Bull Demon King your father?"

"You monk, don't know my old father, the great sage of Pingtian, even if you do, don't think about begging for mercy, we are determined to eat your meat!" said the red boy with a sneering face.

Sure enough, this monk is also greedy for life and afraid of death, and he also began to think about making friends.

"The poor monk is just curious, neither of your parents knows the true fire of Samadhi, only you will, your mother still holds the banana fan of Taishang Laojun in her hand, and you are not born like your father!"

"It can't be that your old father was green by the old man who fanned the fire and alchemy, otherwise, how could the fire bricks in the alchemy furnace happen to fall on the Flame Mountain, and your mother also got a banana fan to fan the flames every year, so it was worshiped by the local people?"

"If it wasn't green, how could the Bull Demon King be separated from your mother, and he also entered the Moyun Cave of Jilei Mountain, and became the son-in-law of the Long Live Fox King, why didn't you see your mother angry?"

......

Xuanzang opened his mouth like a cannonball, sentence after sentence, and the red boy's face was a little ugly.

The red boy's little shoulders trembled with anger, and he yelled with a gloomy face: "You fart, my mother's banana fan is a yin fan, which has the function of extinguishing the flame, and the yang fan of Taishang Laojun was taken from Kunlun Mountain, but the yin fan was given to my mother by my grandfather, you monk don't talk about it, you don't know anything and talk nonsense here, I'm really angry with me!"