The midday sun was scorching the earth, and the stone bricks under his feet were already smoking.

The monks who were placed in the middle of the square were so hot that they stuck out their tongues one by one.

In fact, heat is not the problem, the most critical problem is dryness. Locked up in this place, they didn't even have to drink saliva, and after just a few hours of exposure to the sun, the sweat had already dried up, and some of them even faintly fainted.

Countless sergeants took turns drawing their longbows and pointing to the center of the square.

On the periphery, every once in a while, a team of sergeants would patrol by, and their eyes were staring at Xuanzang. From beginning to end, Xuanzang just sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Tian Peng and the others stood by his side without moving.

A monk with beckoning ears and thief eyebrows looked left and right, and secretly lowered his head and covered his face with his sleeves.

"Water!

Someone suddenly screamed, and suddenly, countless pairs of eyes looked here.

Zhaofeng Er was so shocked that the kettle in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

The clear water inside "gurgled and gurgled out", and soon it was wet.

Suddenly, all the monks' eyes widened.

Before Zhao Feng'er could reach out, the kettle had already been picked up by a fat-headed, big-eared monk.

"Give me back!"

Big Ear snorted coldly, looked at the kettle in his hand, and looked at the panicked Zhaofeng Ear with a smile.

"Give me back!"

With a loud shout, the Zhaofeng ears had already pounced on the big ears. However, where is his skinny size a match for big ears?

I saw that the big ear was holding the ear of the wind with one hand, and the kettle was poured into the mouth with the other.

Clear water flowed down the corners of Big Ear's mouth.

"Water...... It's ...... water."

"Give me a little ...... Give me a little!"

Soon. The monks around also reacted. One by one, they rushed towards the two of them. Quickly scuffled into pieces.

In the midst of the screams, the elderly elder stood aside and waved his arms to persuade him, constantly being pushed out, and he was so angry that he stomped his feet. In the end, he sat down on the ground and cried.

In the chaos, Xuanzang slowly opened his eyes and said softly: "Can the third prince make it rain and relieve the urgency of the monks?"

The little white dragon glanced up at the sky, and looked down at the tense bow in the hands of the sergeant outside the square. He turned his face sideways and looked at the canopy on the side: "If you want to rain, you want to go to the sky." I said that someone behind them was instigated...... It's not difficult to rain, the key is for me to go, I'm afraid there will be no return. ”

As he spoke, the little white dragon asked his cousin, who was lying beside him, "Are you thirsty?"

Yu Jie hurriedly shook her head: "I...... I'm fine......"

Hearing this, Xiao Bailong immediately rolled his eyes at Xuanzang: "It's okay, you can't die." Before we came, they worked in the quarry every day, and they didn't die? ”

"It's not the same time it used to be. Xuanzang said softly: "On weekdays, although they do hard work. But at least there is saliva to drink. Now trapped here, if one accidentally suffers from heat stroke......"

"That's their own business, too. The little white dragon turned his face away and didn't look at Xuanzang. Youyou said: "Don't tell me anything about the westward Pudu sentient beings, it is you Pudu, not us Pudu." Besides, didn't you also say it when you helped the villagers write letters before? If it weren't for the gods and monsters, you couldn't rely on us, and if you relied on us for everything, how could the latecomers follow your path again?"

After this remark, Xuanzang was speechless.

After a slight hesitation, Xuanzang had to helplessly glance at the monks who were scrambling, sighed, and closed his eyes again. The eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Seeing this, the roller shutter slowly walked to the little white dragon and quietly kicked him twice.

"What?"

"Let's make it rain. When it rains, everyone is comfortable. Aren't you so hot that your throat is smoking?"

"Don't go. The little white dragon gave him a blank look, and replied angrily: "You have to go by yourself." ”

"If I can go by myself, do I need to find you?"

"Anyway, I'm not going, I'll talk about the big things when the Great Sage comes back. Glancing at the monks who were still tossing back and forth from the corner of his eye, the little white dragon said leisurely: "If they can survive until the Great Sage comes back, they will be saved." If they can't survive, then their fate is not good. ”

Seeing that he could not move, the curtain had to look towards the canopy, and was about to say something, but saw that the canopy was looking at him and signaled him not to say anything.

Helplessly, the roller shutter had to bend down and sit down.

"Marshal, do you really watch them go on like this?" a voice sounded in the canopy's head.

"Who did you save? It was because we had to save them that we had to stay. But it was precisely because we wanted to save them that we harmed them. Forget it, our responsibility is to escort Master Xuanzang to the west, we shouldn't care, if we can't manage it, don't care about it. ”

In his consciousness, the little white dragon suddenly interjected and said, "I think it's good that they are dead, and if they die, Master Xuanzang will have no reason to stay, and we will have no scruples." Hehe, it's easy for us to leave with Master Xuanzang. ”

The curtain was still trying to say something, but he didn't come up with any words for a long time, so he had to give up.

......

At this time, the monkey greeted a few people, and finally found the entrance of the three-star cave of the slanting moon, but he hesitated, not knowing whether to walk in or not.

"Qingxin should be in it, if she is there, Agarwood must be there. ”

"But...... If the old man is here, what should he say when he meets him?"

"If I want to ask Agarwood about his father and fuck, will Qingxin stop it?"

"She shouldn't laugh at me, right?"

"No, she doesn't even know why I asked Agarwood, she shouldn't be able to laugh......"

"Forget it, no matter, you won't die if you smile. ”

After hesitating for a long time, the monkey finally gritted his teeth, and after reconfirming that the jade slip that was in contact with the canopy was intact, he climbed up the winding steps step by step with the mentality of not entering the tiger's den to get the tiger.

......

In the courtyard, agarwood is lying crookedly on the stone table to practice calligraphy.

Across the table. Sitting are pure hearts and finch.

"Hold the pen well!"

Agarwood hurriedly raised the hand holding the pen by half a point.

"Who taught you to sit so strangely?"

Agarwood hurriedly sat up straight.

"What's the deal with shaking feet? Who shakes their feet when they write?"

Agarwood hurriedly reached out and pressed her knees.

The brow was so frowning that he could wring out water. But he didn't have the courage to argue. I can only endure it.

The finches on the side couldn't help but cover their mouths and "giggle" when they saw it.

Once upon a time, there was also a person who taught her this, in the Tushi Palace.

At that time, she thought she was a "finch", and she thought that one day she would see the monkey in her dream, but it was a pity......

After a short laugh, the finch's eyes gradually became lonely.

Now as the steward of Tushi Palace, she has an endless lifespan. But what is this endless life for? But even she couldn't tell.

The past is like smoke......

"The kid didn't know what was going on. Qingxin slapped the ring ruler in his hand on the table, and said angrily: "His father is still a teacher, how old is this, and he doesn't even know a few words." ”

Agarwood shrank her neck slightly, not daring to say anything.

Looking at the words distorted like earthworms in Agarwood's pen, Qingxin said angrily: "Did you write before you came here?"

"Back to Master's words. Agarwood replied cautiously: "I have written...... But paper is expensive, and my father doesn't allow me to write often. ”

"Can only paper be written?" Qingxin's face became more and more ugly: "Bamboo slips are not good? no more, you can write with a wooden stick on the ground, you must be lazy and don't practice calligraphy on weekdays!"

Qi'er couldn't help laughing again: "Forget it, wasn't Sister Qingxin so playful when she was a child? That's right. ”

As she spoke, the finch got up and took away the paper from the agarwood pen. Spread it in his hand and looked at it, and then said: "Besides, this word is actually okay, practice it slowly, and it will be better in the future." ”

Agarwood carried the brush and looked at Qingxin cautiously.

After being silent for a while, Qingxin flattened his mouth and glanced at Agarwood, and said, "Today's words have been practiced here first, and I will go to the inner room to practice five hundred times." It must be done before sunset. ”

Agarwood nodded hurriedly, and ran to the house, for a long time, before remembering that the brush was still in his hand, and ran back to take the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone away.

The steps were as light as a mouse, for fear that one would accidentally attract a clear heart and blame.

Looking at the back of the agarwood, Que'er sighed lightly and said, "Now that I am a master, I know the hard work of being a master?"

glanced at the white bird, and said leisurely: "The main thing is that this apprentice is not angry. ”

"Really?" said Finch with a smile, "a five-year-old boy, how many words do you expect him to recognize? Besides, when you were five years old, you weren't necessarily much better than him. ”

"Sister Qi'er!" Qingxin puffed out his lips and said, "Can you not mention my childhood in front of him? ”

"Okay, okay, don't mention it later. ”

The finch covered her mouth and laughed.

Qingxin snorted and laughed along.

In the courtyard, the two sat together like a pair of sisters.

The breeze was blowing slowly, and the green leaves on the branches trembled slightly.

After a while, the finch asked softly, "On his side, didn't you go over again?"

"Nope. Qingxin shook his head, looked at the clouds floating in the sky, and muttered to himself, "What if I go? ”

"How so?"

"I don't know, but it's very, very annoying. Actually, I also hate myself a little bit......" pursed his lips and said leisurely: "Forget it, it's okay to be hated, anyway, if he doesn't come to me, I won't go to him...... Everyone is safe. ”

Lowering his head, Qingxin looked at the clasped hands and said, "Originally, I was thinking about ...... Thinking about asking him not to go to Lingshan. If he can turn back, I can rest assured. As long as...... It's been long enough that everyone forgets about it, and that's it. But I'm still so naïve, he won't listen to me at all. To be precise, he is like a stone in a pit, he will not listen to anyone, and no one can stop him from doing anything. It's been more than 600 years, and on the surface it seems to have converged, but in fact, the essence is still the same. ”

"Maybe the wind chimes, or the real finch?"

Qingxin glanced up at the finch slightly, blinked and said, "You know I'm not...... It's just a memory, and once reincarnated, it's another person. Once the road is broken......"

Slowly closing his eyes, Qingxin whispered: "Once the Dao is broken, I don't know how to face him, and he doesn't know how to face me...... Does that make sense? Wind Chimes was worried about being beaten into the Earth Soul by him, and I didn't even have a reason to worry...... When the soul is scattered, even the earth soul is destroyed, and it is impossible to break in. ”

"So what are you going to do now?"

Qingxin shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe, it's best to do nothing." Master Subodhi asked me to tell him when he had successfully learned the scriptures...... But I don't want to. ”

Turning her eyes slightly, the finch noticed that her hands were clenched and tightened repeatedly as she said this.

After being silent for a while, Qingxin said softly: "Sister Qi'er, you have been following Master Taishang for so long, can you accurately erase your memory?"

"You want to erase the memories of the previous two lives?"

Qingxin nodded.

"Can't do it. Que'er slowly shook her head and said: "This, in the whole world, among the Taoist sects, only the master and the ancestor of Su Bodhi can do it." If other people mess around, there will be a big hidden danger. Memory, emotion, are the most complex things, and they can't be moved easily. ”

With that, the finch cautiously looked towards Qingxin.

For a moment, the finch read a look of loss in her pure heart's eyes. But that's just a flash.

Soon, Qingxin cheered up again, took a deep breath, and said with a big grin: "It's okay, I can't delete it, I'll find a way to forget it myself." As long as you don't care, even if you remember it, right? You can't forget ten years in a year, you can't forget a hundred years in ten years, you can't forget ...... in a hundred years."

Before the words fell, only a "bang" was heard, and a figure had fallen steadily from the sky onto the stone table beside the two of them.

The monkey looked around twice, and said casually: "I came to find agarwood, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

With that, he turned around and jumped off the stone table and walked towards the inner room.

Leaving the finch and Qingxin stunned on the spot. (To be continued......)