Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 88
Xuanzang appeared in the RV again and threw Zhu Bajie a small box of cigars.

"Try this!"

The whole handmade full-leaf rolled cigars are as thick as the head of a radish. Zhu Bajie took out one and put it on his long nose and sniffed it lightly. He said intoxicated: "Master, this kind of smell is very fragrant!"

"Crack!"

Lighted it with a lighter, Zhu Bajie smoked with a cigar in his mouth, his expression indescribably intoxicated.

Xuanzang took out a big gold chain from the system space and threw it to Zhu Bajie.

"Bajie, wear it, it fits your current temperament!"

Zhu Bajie wore a big gold chain, and he looked very much like a consortium tycoon in his previous life, only missing a pair of sunglasses and a few gold teeth.

At this moment, a cry for help suddenly came from ahead.

A little boy about seven or eight years old hung upside down on the welcoming ancient pine in front, wearing only a red apron and two braids, crying and shouting non-stop.

Xuanzang got out of the car and walked over curiously to check, the little boy cried even harder.

"Why did your child grow on a tree? Could it be that some pine nuts became spirits?"

Xuanzang held his chin and asked while standing not far from the little boy.

"Master, help me! I was hung from a tree by thieves!" the little boy cried.

Xuanzang moved forward a few steps, and at this time Sun Wukong and the others also got out of the car, and he looked at it with piercing eyes and knew that this guy was transformed by a little demon king.

"Another short-sighted monster who actually deceived Lao Yin... No, it's on the head of my beloved master!"

Sun Wukong covered his mouth and got into the RV again in a hurry. Seeing the slightly clenched fists under Xuanzang's sleeves, he felt his scalp tingling.

Zhu Bajie also approached, raised his arm holding the cigar obliquely, then retracted to his mouth and took a sharp puff, and spit the smoke in his mouth onto the baby's face.

"You pig, what are you doing to me, why don't you let me down?"

Zhu Bajie didn't speak, just smiled contemptuously, shook the gold chain around his neck, turned his head and left, his eyes showed pity.

"Amitabha, since the little benefactor is not transformed by spirits and monsters, let me tell you about your origin!" Xuanzang looked at the red boy hanging upside down on the tree with great interest, clasped his hands together, and almost said, "Please start your performance." ' up.

The little boy rolled his eyes and said in a crying voice: "Master, there is a stream of dry pine trees on the west side of the mountain, and there is a village on the other side of the stream, and my home is there."

"My grandfather's surname is Hong. He started a business when he was young and accumulated some gold and silver, so he was nicknamed Hong Million. He passed away for many years because of his old age, and all his family property was left to my father. In recent years, my father spent a lot of money, lost I used up a lot of family wealth and changed my name to Hongshiwan. Later, I made some friends in the world and lent the gold and silver for some interest. How did I know that those people in the world formed a murderous gang and killed me in the daytime, and took my money to the fullest? He kidnapped and killed my father, and seeing my mother is pretty, he kidnapped her and became Mrs. Yazhai."

"At that time, my mother was reluctant to part with me. She hugged me in her arms, weeping and trembling, and followed the bandits back to the village. The big master saw that I held a grudge and wanted to kill me. Thanks to my mother, she cried and pleaded for mercy, so that I would not be taught to be a ghost. I died under a big knife, but the thief said that I'm a death penalty, but a living crime is hard to forgive, so he hung me on a tree with a rope. I have been hanging here for three days and three nights. If I hadn't met Master, I'm afraid I would have hanged myself it's here……"

Hong Haier searched his brains and brains, and finally made up a miserable life experience, and couldn't help admiring himself.

The sad expression on his face remained unchanged, he secretly looked at Xuanzang, watching his reaction.

Xuanzang complained secretly in his heart at this time.

How would the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan feel if they knew that they were arranged in this way?It should be indispensable to treat him to a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots!

Xuanzang acted as if he had never heard of it, and walked forward and grabbed the red boy's bellyband, "You are a boy, why are you wearing a red bellyband?"

Hong Hai'er's expression was a little uncontrollable, he had spent so much time explaining, you, a monk, actually cared about my red bellyband?

It really makes no sense!

Hong Haier gritted his teeth, his face remained unchanged, and said bitterly: "Master, my hands and feet hurt, please put me down first!"

Xuanzang fumbled in his bosom for a while, and took out a golden hoop from it.

"Xiaowa, it's a waste if you don't deserve a golden hoop with your soaring shofar braids. Quickly stretch your head over and let the poor monk put it on for you!"

As Xuanzang said, he grabbed Red Boy's head and directly put the golden hoop on his head.

"Uh...it seems to be worn backwards for you!"

Xuanzang said with some embarrassment that when he buckled the golden hoop just now, he didn't know the pros and cons, so he directly buckled the side with the bifurcated and curved circle on the back of the red boy's head.

When Hong Haier raised his head, a circle of golden hoops appeared on his forehead, but there were two curving hair bands at the back of his head, looking silly.

At this time, Hong Haier was already a little angry, seeing the monkey hiding in the caravan, he stopped pretending, and directly turned into a whirlwind and flew Xuanzang into the sky.

Sun Wukong turned his right hand to his forehead to look into the distance, looked at the sky, and sighed: "Poor monster, he caught Master again!"

"Who said no!"

……

Haoshan Kusongjian Huoyun Cave.

After the red boy brought Xuanzang back to the cave, he showed his true colors, bared his fangs and laughed loudly: "Little ones, boil the water and try this Tang monk's meat today!"

Although Hong Haier's real appearance is a boy, he is quite strange. His thick black eye shadow, sharp teeth, and sky-high red hair all show his brutality.

"Where are the two masters who are fast as the wind and anxious as fire?"

At this time, two red-haired demon generals rushed over from the side, bowed and fell to the ground: "My lord, I don't know what to order!"

"You and Ji Ruhuo go on a starry night journey together, and separately go to Jilei Mountain and Huoyan Mountain to invite my parents to eat Tang's monk meat, saying that my holy baby has achieved great fortune and captured the scripture learner!" Red Boy ordered.

At this moment, Xuanzang, who was tied up by the rope, suddenly interjected: "Amitabha, little benefactor, is the Bull Demon King your own father?"

"You monk, can't you know my old father, the Great Sage Ping Tian? Even if you do, don't even think about begging for mercy, we will definitely eat your meat!" Hong Boy sneered.

Sure enough, this monk was also greedy for life and afraid of death, and began to think about making friends randomly.

"The poor monk is just curious. Neither of your parents know the true fire of samadhi, but you are the only one who can. Your mother is still holding the plantain fan of the Supreme Lord, and you don't look like your father at all!"

"Could it be that your old father was greened by the old man who fanned the alchemy? If not, the fire brick in the alchemy furnace happened to fall on the Flame Mountain, and your mother got a plantain fan to fan the flame every year, so Was it enshrined by the local people?"

"If he hadn't been greened, how could the Bull Demon King have separated from your mother, married into the Moyun Cave of Jilei Mountain, and became the son-in-law of the Long Live Fox King, why didn't your mother get angry?"

……

Xuanzang opened his mouth like a cannonball, sentence after sentence, repeating the red boy's face a little ugly.

The little red boy's shoulders trembled with anger, and he roared with a gloomy face, "Fart, my mother's plantain fan is a yin fan, which has the function of extinguishing the fire, and the Taishang Laojun's yang fan is taken from Kunlun Mountain. Yes, but that penis fan was given to my mother by my grandfather, you monk, don’t gossip, you don’t know anything and talk nonsense here, I’m really mad at you!”

　Thanks: The wind direction determines the reward of hairstyle d!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)