Chapter 32

Muzha learned that Tang An and the others had already crossed the river and hurried over.

When listening to Tang An describe their experience of crossing the river, Muzha almost fell flat on his face.

Mainly after hearing the whole process of crossing the river, he even felt a chill down his back and felt a danger of being watched by these three evil gods at any time.

However, Muzha didn't know that being watched by those three evil gods was not as scary as being watched by their master, Tang An.

"Hehe~"

Whenever Tang An had this kind of laughter, she was either going to be cheap or wicked.

"Thanks to Huian Xingzhe for sending a red gourd~ Thank you, Big Brother!" Saying this, she also solemnly cupped her hands in a salute.

Muzha's inner monologue: "Who? What red gourd? Who wanted to give it to them? When did he become Big Brother?"

"Huian Xingzhe, you are still holding the red gourd and not sending it over, do you have something on your mind?" This was said as if the red gourd was theirs to begin with.

Not to mention Muzha, even a blind person could see that this was blatant robbery!

"Amituofo, Destined One, this item is..."

Tang An didn't listen to what Muzha said at all, but looked at Nezha, blinked her big eyes pitifully, and complained: "Your brother won't give me the gourd."

Nezha coughed and turned away; he couldn't handle Tang An playing this trick.

He knew she was pretending to be innocent, but seeing her pitiful look, he would still compromise.

"Give it to her." Nezha only said two words, his face cold, not giving Muzha any good look.

Muzha looked at Tang An's pitiful look and Nezha's overprotective look, and he was so angry he laughed.

No, the one who should be aggrieved is him, right? Clearly, this group of people wanted to rob his red gourd!

"Nezha, you are my younger brother."

Nezha looked up with a cold face and glanced at him. "I can be Nezha, or I can just be the Great Sage of the Three Altars."

Muzha was stunned, knowing that Nezha was serious this time.

He turned to look at Tang An, his eyes full of shock. Because he had never seen Nezha protect someone like this.

It could be seen that in front of Tang An, he, the former brother, couldn't even rank.

"The red gourd can be given, but may I ask Miss Tang to step aside and talk?"

"Whoosh!"

The Fire-Tipped Spear blocked Muzha and Tang An directly, Nezha's eyes burning with red light, full of killing intent.

"Amituofo." Muzha's expression froze, and complex emotions could be faintly seen in his eyes. "I just want to say a few words to her, in the capacity of Huian Xingzhe."

Tang An patted Nezha's wrist, signaling him not to be so nervous.

"Okay, but that's an extra price."

Muzha smiled upon hearing this, "Okay."

He took Tang An aside and used an array to isolate the sound, obviously not wanting Nezha to hear their conversation.

Sun Wukong, Nezha, and Yang Jian were all waiting on the side. They were also on high alert, protecting Tang An's safety.

"Miss Tang." Muzha handed the red gourd to Tang An, "This is the magic treasure you want."

Then he took out some self-defense magic treasures and some immortal pills from his sleeves and gave them all to Tang An.

"Huian Xingzhe is so cooperative, aren't you afraid that Guanyin Bodhisattva will make things difficult for you?"

Muzha smiled and shook his head, "Guanyin Bodhisattva treats me well; if the magic treasure is lost, I will make up for it later."

Tang An was sharp-minded; how could she not understand Muzha's meaning. "Are you trying to compensate for something?"

Muzha was shocked again by Tang An, his heart trembling, "It seems that I underestimated Miss Tang."

Tang An just smiled lightly, "If it's compensation, you should give the things to Nezha, not me."

Muzha shook his head and sighed: "Dead wood will eventually have a spring day, but old friends can't return to that autumn."

"To be honest with Miss Tang, actually, I, as the second brother, have regrets in my heart."

"Regrets where?"

"Regret that day at Chentang Pass, I didn't have the courage to stand up and block in front of my brother. Regret that day at Chentang Pass, I didn't stop my brother from cutting his bones to return to his father and cutting his flesh to return to his mother."

Thinking of this, Muzha's eyes seemed to recall the situation that day, and his heart was filled with regret.

But even if he regretted it again, he couldn't go back to the beginning. Even if he tried to make up for it, he couldn't make up for anything.

"That day Nezha cut his bones to return to his father and cut his flesh to return to his mother, his family affection with my Li family was completely broken."

"Although I was once his second brother, I have to respect him as the Great Sage of the Three Altars."

"I also know that Nezha is naturally unruly, fierce as fire, and hates evil as a foe. But seeing him again today, I saw a smile on his face."

"Thinking about it carefully, it must be the different warmth you brought him that made him willing to protect you like that."

Muzha said, and bowed solemnly to Tang An. "Muzha, thank you for your kindness, Miss Tang."

Tang An raised her hand to support Muzha's salute, "Huian Xingzhe is too polite, my disciple, I naturally want to protect him, why do I need others to thank me?"

Muzha was blocked by Tang An's words and couldn't speak.

Yes, in front of them, he was just an outsider. Just a Huian Xingzhe who came to send them across the river, nothing more.

"Miss Tang, Muzha has one more request."

"About Nezha?"

"Yes." Muzha took a step back and still insisted on finishing this salute. "The road to the west is full of dangers. Although Nezha has high martial arts and deep magic power, he doesn't need protection."

"But Muzha still wants to ask Miss Tang to take care of him more on the road to the west."

Tang An shook her head with a smile, sighed, and turned to leave.

"Miss Tang..." Muzha called her to stop.

Tang An stopped and said from the side: "I already said, I will take care of my disciple, so don't bother Huian Xingzhe."

After saying that, she didn't look back again.

After all, Nezha didn't recognize this brother, so she naturally respected Nezha's choice.

Just like Nezha can be Nezha, or he can just be the Great Sage of the Three Altars.

Huian Xingzhe can be Huian Xingzhe, but it's hard to be the Muzha of Chentang Pass that year again.

"Back?" Nezha saw Tang An come back and didn't give Muzha another look.

"Yes."

"Did he give you everything?"

"Of course."

"He..." Nezha seemed to have something to ask, but was awkward and couldn't ask.

Tang An answered directly: "He said let me take good care of you on the road, and gave me some protective magic treasures."

Nezha heard this, took a deep breath, his eyes seemed to have anger, and also seemed to have some relief.

Tang An looked at Nezha's expression and finally understood the sentence Muzha said.

"Dead wood will eventually have a spring day, but old friends can't return to that autumn."

Some things, some people, eventually can't go back.

"Hey, Nezha, shall I show you a magic trick?"

"What is a magic trick?"

"It's like magic, very amazing."

"What is magic?"

"It's a spell, as powerful as a spell."

"Spell? Don't we all know spells."

"Hiss... are you watching or not?"

"Watching, watching..."

The shadows of the two behind them were stretched very long by the sunset.

The four master and disciples gathered again, the figures of the four, one dog and one fox, looked so neat and so warm.