"Little Monkey...... Little Monkey ......"

In the darkness, a voice came to his head. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The voice is so gentle, it seems to warm the soul. And it's familiar, as if it's engraved in the depths of the soul.

Whose voice is it?

In the dark, he searched everywhere, but found nothing.

It was as if he was placed in chaos, confused, unable to see the past and unable to see the future. Trapped in place, eternal and eternal.

Loneliness, silence, silence, coldness, indifference, indifference, and then fall into an endless abyss.

It was as if he had been abandoned by the world, and in his sight was a barren darkness, through the old silence of the wasteland.

Except for the voice......

"Little Monkey...... Little Monkey ......"

The voice came again, in the direction of nowhere, as if it was ringing in the depths of my head.

But the voice was so familiar that it made him feel like he was crying.

"Who are you? do I know you?" he asked, but he couldn't hear himself.

"Little Monkey...... Little Monkey ......"

The voice didn't answer, but kept calling the little monkey.

"I'm not a little monkey, I'm the Monkey King!" he shouted, silently.

Suddenly, a feeling of suffocation hit his heart and lungs, and he couldn't breathe, as if he was drowning.

And a moment, when he was about to faint, he felt his body lifted up and pulled out of the water.

"Little Monkey...... The little monkey ...... "The warm voice sounded again, it was a female voice, and it sounded like a lark singing in the morning."

He could hear it clearly, the voice was eager, caring, like sunshine, warming his heart and lungs, his whole body.

He wanted to open his eyes and see the owner of the voice.

His closed eyes moved, but he couldn't open them, his eyelids seemed to be sewn up, and he couldn't see the light again, and he couldn't see her for the first time.

But at this moment, if he chooses to see the light again or see her for the first time.

He chose to meet her!

Even if you don't see the light anymore.

"Little Monkey...... Little monkey, wake up......"

The sound came to his ears again, which made him even more anxious, and he tried his best to open his eyes.

It's like using all the strength of his life, just to open his eyes and look at her.

Finally, his eyes slowly opened a slit, not a small gap, and a faint moonlight penetrated through the gap, staining his pupils white.

But he still couldn't see anything, only the faint and faint moonlight.

Don't light!

Just want to see her!

He continued to push harder, and the gap between his eyes was pulled open a little more.

He finally saw it...... A purple corner of clothing.

Suddenly, there was a "boom" in his mind, and his consciousness suddenly became chaotic again, and then he was swallowed up by the darkness little by little.

It was only with great difficulty that he opened his eyes and slowly closed them. The faint moonlight became more and more blurry, and the purple corners of the clothes began to fade.

He reached out and tried to grab the purple corner.

Until the moment of consciousness falling, he couldn't catch it after all.

"Big brother, big brother!"

He felt his body shake violently, and he had to wake up.

He slowly opened his eyes, and his eyelids were not as heavy as Fang Cai's, and they opened them very easily.

What catches the eye is a clear view, sunset and sunset, old trees and dead vines, and a huge pig's head.

"Senior brother, you're awake!" the pig cried excitedly, "Master, look, senior brother, he's awake." ”

"Oh!" a voice came from afar.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and a bald head was sitting next to a giant black tortoise, not knowing what to do, only to hear him mutter: "Shame! This is the shame of my life! I don't believe that I can't fix you! The Buddha is on a ...... with you today."

"Senior brother, do you want to eat something?" a bald man with a beard ran into sight, ugly but with a gentle expression.

"No need. The monkey waved his hand, "You guys are busy with yours, let me be quiet." ”

Pig and Sha Wujing looked at each other in surprise, and then walked away in tacit understanding. Leave the monkey a monkey.

The monkey sat up, found a tree to lean on, looked up at the sky, looked at the red sunset, looked at the purple sunset, and couldn't help but think of the scene he had just seen.

The gentle voice......

The purple corners of the clothes......

This-

Is it the past, or is it a dream?

The monkey had a question in his heart.

If it's the past, then why doesn't he have any memory at all?

If it's a dream, have you ever seen it?

Not a dream!

The monkey is convinced.

Because of that familiar feeling, the real is deep in the bone marrow, as if it is branded in the bones.

Only, if it's true.

That...... Who is that woman?

Why did he have no memory at all, as if someone had dug her out of his memory, leaving no trace.

It's just a pity that I didn't see what she looked like clearly.

But the monkey knows.

She must be beautiful!

He was sure.

The dusk color finally dimmed, and the starry night was slowly opened. Heaven and earth were swallowed up by the night, and all light was plundered except for the light of the stars and moon.

The four of them are going to rest here for the night and set off again tomorrow morning.

The monkey still leaned against the tree and didn't know what he was thinking, as if it had a bit of a melancholy temperament.

A melancholy monkey!

It's funny to think about. The pig thought to himself.

And the master is still fighting against the mechanical giant tortoise called the "big black tortoise", the shiny bald hair is bright, and it shines like a lamp at night, and it is his head that is coated with 'bright light liquid', which is a special liquid, it will emit bright light at night, but at most, ordinary people only paint it on a certain thing, but I didn't expect the master to paint the bright light liquid on his bald head, it is estimated that it is more convenient to do this, but ...... That's really eye-catching!

Also, a man like Master who is so good at pulling the wind should be as bright and outstanding as a firefly in the night. HIS CHARMING LITTLE EYES THAT WERE RESOLUTE AND UNYIELDING, HIS SPARSE BUT SHORT BUT THICK BEARD, HIS MIRACULOUS SKILL IN REPAIRING EQUIPMENT, AND THE MINGGUANGYE (MINGGUANGYE) ALL FASCINATED THE SHE-BEAR WHO WAS HIDING BEHIND A TREE NEXT DOOR AND SECRETLY WATCHING HIM. (Adapted from the movie "Domestic Lingling Paint": Do you think you can't find you if you hide? It's useless that you are such a stylish man, no matter where you are, you are like a firefly in the dark, so distinct, so outstanding, your melancholy eyes, your embarrassed beard, miraculous knife skills, and that cup of DRYMARTINE, all deeply fascinated me,)

It's just that there is a real sense of immediacy of performance art. I was really worried that a she-bear would suddenly run out and rape him.

Also, I don't know why he, as a big doctor, takes so long to repair a small thing. Listening to his own explanation, it seems to say that the craftsmanship of this giant turtle does not know whether it is hundreds of years ago or thousands of years ago, some of it is outdated, and those repair methods are also outdated, and he has forgotten it.

I don't know if it's true or not, anyway, no one dares to find his fault. Not only because he is the master, but also because this bald life and in scientific research are completely two personalities, life is very funny and very two-hearted, once put into scientific research, it becomes a tsundere cold-faced madman, once disturbed and stopped, the absolute force will go crazy, like a rabid dog with rabies.

Oh no, compared to him, Mad Dog is so kind, lovely, quiet and charming.

The third junior brother, Xiao Jingjing, found some firewood in the middle of the clearing, and took out the 'open flame machine' to prepare to light the firewood. However, he lit the 'open flame machine' for a long time, but it didn't come out.

"Did you not charge it in your pocket during the day?" asked the pig towards Sha Wujing.

Open flame machines are manufactured and work according to the law of conservation of energy, the principle of the conversion of solar energy into thermal energy.

Energy is neither created nor disappeared out of thin air, it simply transforms from one form to another, or from one object to another, while the total amount of energy remains the same. The law of conservation of energy is one of the universal fundamental laws of nature.

The open flame machine is converted from solar energy into heat energy, and then the flame can be generated.

Only when solar energy is replenished can the fire be released.

"I don't know! there should still be no energy left before!" Sha Wujing also said in a daze, "Is it because he fell into the river during the day and entered the water?"

"How is that possible!" the pig immediately retorted, "and there are still some utensils that have been damaged by water." ”

And as soon as the pig finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp look at him.

The pig turned his head, but found that it was Xuanzang's gaze, and he was looking at him coldly.

The pig was a little confused, and after thinking about it, he suddenly reacted that Xuanzang's big black turtle sank when it entered the water. But this water is not the other water! Although it seems that there is also such a possibility.

"Oh, hey, it seems to be possible. After all, it was crafted hundreds of thousands of years ago, and it is estimated that the things at that time could not be waterproof and moisture-proof. The pig staggered Xuanzang's gaze, but immediately changed his words and said loudly, "Really, it seems that the open flame machine has not been updated for thousands of years." ”

"I think it's better to use the oldest method. The pig said to Sha Wujing.

"What's the solution?"

"Drill wood to make fire!" the pig looked at Sha Wujing with a disgusted expression of 'you are very ignorant'. This gaze made Sha Wujing very ashamed.

Suddenly, there was a "click", something flew from afar, and it hit the pig's head very accurately.

"Oops!" the pig held his head, "Who is plotting against my old pig? Get out of here!"

"Hey, what is this?" the pig looked down and saw that he was plotting against his 'secret weapon', which was a very small thing.

A cylinder the size of a small finger, the whole body is crystal clear, as if it was made of crystal.

The pig picked it up and found a crack in one-fifth of the cylinder, which was supposed to be a lid, and the pig unscrewed the lid. It was found that the lid was covered by a small red ball, which connected to the cylinder below.

How is this ...... It's like ...... Open flame machine!

"This is an open flame machine!" Suddenly, Xuanzang's voice came from afar.

The pig turned his head and saw Xuanzang looking at him with a disgusted expression of 'you are very ignorant'. The look made the pig ashamed.

"Oh!" Xuanzang looked at the pig and added, "This is a super open flame machine!"