Yang Jian and Sun Wukong

Chapter 87

Yang Jian ushered in his first Spring Festival after joining the Journey to the West team.Time flies so fast, a year has passed in a flash.

A village in Xiliang Nvguo was slaughtered. The king of Nvguo wanted to send troops to encircle and suppress it, but the opponents were all monsters and couldn't be provoked, so he had to hide in a wise manner.No one came to disturb them, they happened to be recuperating here.While recovering from his injuries, Yang Jian ordered all his men to go out to find Monkey King.

The most injured person was undoubtedly Yang Jian, but the others were not having a good time either.The two front legs of the white dragon horse were broken by Monkey King.Zhu Bajie's chest was inserted by Monkey King's hand, and the five blood holes were difficult to recover in a short time.Drifting was the least injured of all. At that time, he was only beaten with a stick by Monkey King and passed out.Tang Seng's injury can't be considered an injury, but it is the most embarrassing. He used too much force to control Monkey King with mental power, and he couldn't sleep since that day.

On weekdays, Yang Jian does the cooking, and Drifting takes care of the wounded.

Yang Jian thought that the days of recuperating in the daughter's country would be gloomy, but he found that with the guys from Journey to the West, he couldn't even worry about it.No matter what happens, as long as people live, life must go on.

The two front legs of the white dragon horse are broken, and it moves like a kangaroo on weekdays, walking with hops on its hind legs.Yang Jian couldn't help laughing when he saw him jumping and walking.Sometimes Bai Longma couldn't stand the desire to become a human, so he asked Tang Seng and others to go out in advance, and called everyone back to the room after he finished his enjoyment.For this reason, Zhu Bajie often quarrels with him, Zhu Bajie said why you always occupy the public land?Zhu Bajie was wounded in his chest, so he could only lie on his back and fight with Xiao Bailong with his legs.Seeing that the two of them still had the leisure to fight, Yang Jian probably felt that the injury was too minor, so he was relieved.

Because Drifting has to take care of everyone, people who have never talked become talkative, but when he talks, it is like this: "Zhuba..."

Zhu Bajie said: "Please add 'jie', thank you."

The following words from the Drifting Monk came out: "...Eighty...Eight Precepts!"

Zhu Bajie said: "You speak too slowly, can you speak directly if you have something to do in the future, don't call me by my name?"

Drifting said: "No, no... can't!"

Only then did Yang Jian realize that Drifting was a stammer.Before he got used to his stuttering, he also had a lot of misunderstandings.For example, once at a meal, Yang Jian toasted one by one, saying that the chess game of Journey to the West was thanks to everyone's help, and Yang Jian felt so deeply in his heart.When paying homage to Drifting Monk, Yang Jian raised his wine glass and said, "Yang Jian respects you."

Drifting also raised his glass: "I drink..."

Yang Jian raised his neck and dried up.

Drifting said: "...drink... I can't drink anymore."

Yang Jian has finished.

The crowd burst into laughter.

The most troublesome one was Tang Seng.

What is the trouble with Tang Seng? Even when he is unhappy, others cannot be happy.Zhu Bajie said that Tang Seng was in pain when he saw others happy, and he liked to do things that hurt others and benefit himself the most.

At first, Yang Jian didn't believe it, but Jin Chanzi was an eminent monk. He was a man with higher mana than Yang Jian. He was proficient in Buddhism, kind and gentle, and no one in the Three Realms would respect him.Later, Yang Jian believed it, because he found that when Tang Seng couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, he would really be disturbed when he saw them falling asleep.

The specific manifestation is that Tang Seng sings after they fall asleep.

Zhu Bajie complained: "Baldhead, you sing a ditty at night and keep people from sleeping!"

So Tang Seng changed it, not only singing at night, but also during the day.

And the lyrics have also been changed, what is sung is "One night of rain and wild clouds, strong prosperity does not know the night forever, dew drips on the peony heart, the joints are melted and hard to move, love is heavy..."

Sand Monk asked Zhu Bajie, "What do you mean? Are you singing Buddhist scriptures?"

Zhu Bajie patted Monk Drifting on the shoulder and said, "If you don't understand, it means you are a good monk. I envy you and admire you."

Yang Jian seems to have forgotten those worries when he was with these guys.

No one mentioned Sun Wukong.

It seems that this person has never been in the Journey to the West team.

Everyone avoids thinking of him consciously or unconsciously.

Although everyone was hurt, they enjoyed themselves in the midst of suffering, and were noisy and noisy every day, and they were quite comfortable and happy.

On New Year's Eve, everyone who was not seriously injured and could move got up to make dumplings, and those who couldn't move were forced to work by Zhu Bajie.After a busy day, we set up a banquet. In the evening, we all sat together and exchanged glasses.After three rounds of wine, five tastes of food, talking to each other is that the older brother is older and the younger brother is shorter, and they are extremely affectionate.

When the wine was hot, Yang Jian suddenly stood up, picked up a glass of wine with a serious expression, and looked around from left to right.

Some things that have not been mentioned all the time, I will clarify them today.If the problem is not solved, it will always exist.Taking advantage of today's New Year's Eve dinner, Yang Jian wanted to speak clearly, and he decided to have a good reunion.

Seeing Yang Jian's movements, everyone stopped playing.I already understood what Yang Jian was going to say in my heart.

"Yang Jian respects everyone." Yang Jian drank the wine in his hand and said, "Everyone here is a person who violated the rules of heaven. Your results today are inseparable from me. Since the four years of Journey to the West, everyone's hard work, Yang Jian I can see it, and I keep it in my heart. Now that Sun Wukong is missing, Tathagata Buddha will not send monsters down to earth again, what are your plans for the future?"

Tang Seng put down his wine glass, clasped his palms together and began to chant scriptures. Being here, his heart drifted away.He made it clear that he would not speak.

Zhu Bajie avoided Yang Jian's gaze, kept drinking and didn't speak.

Yang Jian turned his attention to the Drifting Monk, "General Rolling Curtain, you are the most innocent among all the people in Journey to the West. You are a god, and you have been implicated by us. Yang Jian feels very guilty. Now that Monkey King has been enchanted, the chess game between Yang Jian and Tathagata Even if it's over, I don't know where you will go from now on?"

Drifting remained silent, staring at the wine glass in front of him in a daze.

Yang Jian said: "You have made a lot of contributions to the Tathagata. According to Yang Jian's humble opinion, it doesn't matter if you don't serve as a small official in the heaven. Why don't you go back to Lingshan, and the Tathagata will definitely make you a golden arhat."

Drifting raised his head, his face was flushed with excitement, and he shouted: "I know you all look down on me... look down on me!" Drifting seldom speaks so long. "You think that I am greedy for life and afraid of death, yes... I am a traitor!"

Tang Seng wanted to say something, but Zhu Bajie stopped him with a wink.Tang Seng sighed and continued to chant sutras.

The more anxious Drifting became, the more speechless he became, and his face turned redder.

"Don't...don't drive me away! In fact, I have long regarded you as...friends!"

No one answered him.

Yang Jian looked at him coldly, with a murderous look in his eyes.

Drifting felt a chill in his heart, a fear of the strong rose up, and he shivered involuntarily.

Yang Jian said coldly: "Erlang God Yang Jian has never had friends, nor does he need friends."

Drifting's fiery eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head.He realized the status gap with Yang Jian.Yang Jian, on the surface these days, seems to be amiable, but he actually let himself forget his true nature.

Yang Jian's cold eyes swept left and right, and said, "After today's break-up meal, let's go our separate ways." Yang Jian focused on Tang Seng, "If someone doesn't leave, it's hindering me from doing things and blocking my way. Kind of person, Yang Jian never relents."

Tang Seng laughed: "You don't need to warn me, Zhenjun. The poor monk has learned the tricks of Zhenjun. It was Zhenjun who ordered the macaque king to kill me, right?"

Yang Jian frankly admitted: "Yes."

Tang Seng was not surprised to see Yang Jian admit it, let alone sad and disappointed. He always knew what kind of person Yang Jian was. Tang Seng only said: "But the poor monk has nowhere to go."

Before Yang Jian could speak, Zhu Bajie interjected, "I have nowhere to go either."

The little white dragon lying on the ground let out a timely cry.

Tang Seng said: "Westward journeyers, one counts as one..." Looking at the crowd, his tone was sad, "We are all homeless..."

Yang Jian's answer was to pull out a three-pointed and two-edged gun, and thrust it into the table.

The bowls and chopsticks were shaken and fell to the ground, and the wine splashed Tang Seng and others all over their faces.

The three-pointed, two-edged spear trembled endlessly, making a buzzing sound.

Yang Jian exuded murderous aura, and stared at everyone fiercely.

He didn't say another word, his attitude was very clear and there was no need to talk nonsense.

Zhu Bajie was the first to stand up, wiped the wine splashed on his face, and went back to the back room to get a small package. It seemed that he had packed his luggage early, and he carried it on his shoulder, saying: "I want to go back to Gao Laozhuang to see My daughter-in-law." She clasped her fists together, "Everyone, the green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. We will meet later."

Before leaving, he winked at Tang Seng.

Tang Seng also stood up and called Zhu Bajie: "I'll go with you, you know I like to look at beautiful women by nature, so I just went to pay a visit to my sister-in-law." He saluted Yang Jian, "Take care, Zhenjun." Turning around, followed Zhu Bajie, striding forward and go.

Drifting shouted: "Wait for me..." He also chased him out.

Yang Jian said: "Stop!"

Drifting was taken aback, thinking that Yang Jian had changed his mind, so he stopped happily.

Yang Jian pointed to the white dragon horse lying on the ground, "Take him away."

Drifting led the white dragon horse away.

Now Yang Jian is the only one left in the room.

It was bustling just now, but after just a moment, the room became deserted.But Yang Jian likes this deserted place.Since we are doomed to part, the shorter the reunion, the better, so as not to be more difficult to part with after a long time.The excitement with others is occasional, but the loneliness of being alone is eternal.

Yang Jian held the wine glass, poured himself a drink, and looked calm.

Tang Seng and others led the white dragon horse and chatted while walking.

Zhu Bajie said, "Why didn't you pack your luggage?"

Tang Seng said: "Anyway, I have to go back later, what are you packing?" Seeing Zhu Bajie laughing, Tang Seng said, "Don't tell me you really want to go."

Zhu Bajie said: "I thought I would go back alone."

Drifting said happily: "It turns out that you all..."

Zhu Bajie patted him on the shoulder, "Yes, of course we all go back. Erlang God drove us away, obviously he had to do something on his own. Monkey King has been missing for so long, and he didn't mention it once. It must have been planned in his heart. No matter what he wants to do, he Don't even think about leaving me. Because I have long regarded the people of Journey to the West as brothers!"

Drifting was overjoyed when he heard this, and felt a rush of blood rushing upwards.

But Zhu Bajie changed the subject and said: "Lao Sha, you really don't have to follow us. Although most of the things Yang Jian said are like bullshit, that hypocritical boy who is duplicity, but he has a very correct sentence. If you Go to Lingshan to find Tathagata Buddha, at least you can be a golden arhat."

Drifting said anxiously: "I, I, I am also... brother!"

Zhu Bajie laughed loudly and said: "Unexpectedly, I have been an official in the heavenly court for tens of thousands of years without getting a single friend. I am a demon in the lower realm, but I have made so many friends. I should really understand!"

Drifting was too excited to speak.Tang Seng patted Drifting on the shoulder.The three of them were very happy, and it took a long time to see it, so they wanted to sneak back.

At this moment, a person appeared on the road ahead, too far away to see his face clearly.This person, Tang Seng and the others are too familiar, they have been together almost day and night for four years, and they don't need to see his face clearly, they can recognize who he is only from his walking posture.He turned to ashes, and they all recognized him.

It's Sun Wukong.

The movements of the three were surprisingly consistent. They looked at each other, soared into the clouds, and ran back as fast as they could.The white dragon horse was flying with all four hooves, running faster than them.

Zhu Bajie didn't have to worry about making up a reason to go back.In the blink of an eye, they returned to the old woman's house where they lived before, and the three of them rushed in like a gallop.

Yang Jian put down his wine glass, his face was displeased, "Didn't I say that those who stand in my way, don't blame me for being rude? Why are you back again?"

Zhu Bajie yelled: "If you don't come back, you can't do it! Yang Jian, Monkey King is here!"