Chapter 828: 523 Chapters, Men's Thoughts

523 Chapters, Men's Thoughts

523 Chapters, Men's Thoughts

――――A red apricot branch sticking out of the wall

Speaking of which, the two demon heads on West Mountain sent away the little demons around him, then he himself took on the appearance of an old Daoist, collapsed beside the mountain path, pretending to have fallen down from the mountain, and shouted for Tang Sanzang and his disciples to come save him.

The second demon said his home was in a temple not far ahead on West Mountain. Because a Daoist from South Mountain came to discuss scriptures with him, on the way back he accidentally fell off a mountain cliff and broke his leg.

The second demon said to Tang Sanzang: "This also counts as our affinity; I met you when I was in danger. I hope, Master, you will show great compassion and use your horse to carry me home. I will surely repay you."

Tang Sanzang said: "Good, good! Monastic people cherish compassion. Great compassion, great mercy. Well then, well then. As you said, patron, use my horse to send you back. Sha Wujing, take down the luggage on my horse, help this injured patron onto the horse, and send him home."

That second demon, blinking his ghostly eyes, came up with a wicked idea and said to Tang Sanzang: "Master, when you save someone, you must see it through. My leg is badly injured; I cannot ride a horse, so have your disciple carry me on his back."

Tang Sanzang hearing this felt a little angry: "How can this person be so ungrateful? He's not satisfied with riding my horse, he even wants to ride a person. Nonsense. But as a monastic I cannot lose my temper; thus, Tang Sanzang held in his anger and said to Sha Wujing: 'Little Sha, you're younger, put the luggage on my horse, and you carry this patron on your back.'"

Sha Wujing, facing this shameless thing before him, had long been holding in his anger, but he dared not act in front of his master. Now the master is so muddled, telling him to carry the person—isn't that trying to kill someone? One leg high, the other low—is it easy to go up the mountain? Even walking empty-handed on this mountain is taxing; carrying a person would surely exhaust him to death. Sha Wujing said, full of displeasure: "Master, I've walked all day; my stomach is empty, I'm weakened by hunger, how could I have the strength to carry a person?"

The second demon thought: "You don't want to carry me, and I don't want you to carry me either." He wiped his face and said to Tang the monk: "Master, I cannot stand black-faced monks all my life." He pointed at Sha Wujing and said: "Look at this black-faced monk, his face full of stubble—what an ill‑omened person. He wants to carry me, but I wouldn't dare let him do so."

Tang the monk said: "Wukong, don't let your second senior brother carry this injured person; you work harder and carry him yourself."

Wukong had been waiting impatiently; he quickly said: "Good! Good! Good! Excellent! Excellent! Excellent! I am the hairy‑faced monk; I will carry, I will carry. Come! Come! Come! Daoist, quickly climb onto my back—I guarantee you'll be comfortable all the way home!"

The second demon, upon hearing that the hairy‑faced monkey would carry him, felt delighted, thinking to himself: "First I'll subdue this hairy‑faced monkey, then I'll deal with that black‑faced one, and eat that white‑faced one." The second demon, truly unaware of his own folly, lay prone on Wukong's back.

Sha Wujing saw the demon lying on Wukong's back and silently laughed: "This damned old Daoist, just watch how my elder brother will make a fool of you. You're asking for death."

Wukong gripped the second demon on his back tightly with both hands. He also laughed: "You reckless demon, how dare you provoke me? I, Old Sun, possess fiery eyes and golden pupils; no monster or ghost can escape my palm."

Your little ghostly tricks—do you dare play them in front of me? You can only fool my master who specializes in researching punctuation marks; my master is honest and sincere, devoted solely to scholarship. A few words from you and he gets muddled, and now you come again trying to muddle me.

You are truly blind as a dog—do you think my master is someone you can just eat? You don't even bother to piss and look at your own shadow. What kind of monstrous thing are you from that mountain? A creature like a caterpillar. Today you've met my Old Sun—consider yourself ……………….