Starting from wandering with the Westwarder

"...Oh, by the way, I am not 'Master' now. I am not even the Master but I am involved in this huge serial murder case. I am really unfortunate." Chuji murmured. They all started to cry.

After all, he was just a pampered child before time travel. Even after graduating from college, he was just a loser who would be unemployed and continue to live at home.

The most courageous time on weekdays is when my fingers are on the keyboard.

Having lived in this apocalyptic world for so long and yet not showing anything strange is already a sign that his spirit is strong enough.

Well, the most important thing is to always have Sanzo by your side.

With the lively, gentle and considerate beauty by his side, his LSP attributes allowed him to ignore all the inconveniences and life-and-death crises he encountered after coming to this world.

But now, he was alone in this desolate mountainous area. After the loneliness came to his heart, it directly triggered the anxiety and fear that had been buried deep in his heart during this period.

"The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage. Sure enough, I am just a coward who talks about it but cannot realize it in reality." Chuji curled up his legs and wrapped his hands around his calves. He curled up into a ball.

In modern society, there is the Internet, computers, and air conditioning, so even if you are alone, Chu Temple can still be optimistic and cheerful.

But now at this unique point, there is no electricity or Internet, I have to worry about eating and drinking, safety is not guaranteed, and there is no one to accompany me. In addition... I have injured the sole of my foot, and it is still pitch dark. The only thing I can do now is The only light sources are the light reflected by the moon in the sky and the point light of the stars.

Chu Si began to isolate himself.

On the mountain, Arash, who had finished cleaning up the Sovereign Knights, once again joined Sanzang and Mordred, as well as Bedivere and Agaguiwen in the double battlefield.

"That guy Tristan, he must be dead, right?" Mordred shouted with a sneer, "I never saw him shoot an arrow from the beginning to the end!"

"I'm afraid so." Agguiwen responded with an indifferent look, "Chu Si is not among them."

"Hey, that kid is as weak as a rookie, but he has a lot of dirty tricks. If Tristan is careless, he will be killed as a matter of course."

"After all, no matter what, that kid has inherited Gareth's power." Mordred forced Sanzang back and turned to look at Ague, "This operation has completely failed. It's time to go back and accept the father's death." The king’s punishment.”

"This action is my own personal will, and the responsibility lies with me." Agguiwen nodded, and then kicked Bedivere out.

"Now is not the time to fight to the death with you. We will wait for you in the Holy City... Bedivere." Agguiwen stared at Bedivere and said with a tone full of malice.

The next moment, the two servants left the battlefield like arrows.

Arash did not pursue him.

There was no way, one of his companions was already extremely tired, and another person's life or death was unknown.

"Master Sanzang, can you please go back and check on the situation of the little brothers in Chu Temple? I will take Bedivere back to the village first." Arash looked at Sanzang and asked.

"Of course it's no problem." Sanzang gave a thumbs up, "I'm also worried that some missing solemn knights will bypass us and enter the mountain village, so the safety there depends on you two."

Chapter 30 Tripitaka’s hidden motherhood

When Sanzang found Chu Temple, he had already fallen into the intermediate stage of autism...well, it was an intermediate stage rather than the ultimate stage.

After all, the ultimate stage of autism is severe depression, and the person is afraid that it will be gone long ago.

Looking at the boy who hugged his legs and curled himself into a ball, Sanzo's face was filled with questions.

It’s been a while since we last seen each other. Why is it that this cheerful and lively young man seems to have killed his whole family?

"A Si, what's wrong with you?" Sanzang cautiously approached the boy and asked easily.

However, no response was received.

The boy seemed to be trapped in his own world, unresponsive to calls from the outside world.

Before Sanzang could call out for the second time, the faint smell of blood penetrated her nostrils.

Following the smell of blood, Sanzang saw Chu Si's bloody feet.

Sanzang was stunned for a moment, then patted his head with a look of surprise.

"Xuan Zang, Xuanzang, you are a pig brain." Sanzang muttered with some regret, "A young man living in a peaceful era was suddenly forced to come to a doomsday world on a planet with no life, and then came to a human being. In the apocalyptic era when everything is burned down, how much psychological pressure must he bear and how fearful must he be of this situation."

"But you were fooled by his optimism and indifference. Don't donate your eyes to those in need!"

Sanzang bit his fingers regretfully and began to think about how to awaken Chuji from his autistic state.

You ask her to teach people Buddhist scriptures or persuade people to do good deeds. This is her profession and she is very good at it. But she really doesn't understand how to help a young man with a bipolar mentality recover from autism.

After all, she is just a monk, not a psychologist.

All she could do... was to make the boy feel the warmth of 'my Buddha's compassion'.

Sanzang pressed his lips together, then put his hands around the back of Chuji's head, and gently moved his cheek to his chest.

Then a hand slid along the back of his neck, gently pressed towards her, and pulled him into her arms.

"Asi, I'm still with you."

The voice was soft and had a touch of Buddha nature.

There is no point in reciting Buddhist scriptures at this time, you can only change your sincerity.

So all Sanzang could do was whisper in Chu Si's ears what happened after the two of them came to this world together.

Chuji's murmur gradually disappeared.

Sanzang felt that his sleeve was being grabbed by Chu Si, and the hot breath he sprayed on his collarbone gradually subsided.

Then, steady breathing came from his throat.

Chuji fell asleep.

Sanzang did not change his posture, still stroking his back gently in this posture.

When Fumu arrived with Fujimaru Ritsuka and others on his back, this was what they saw.

Under the night, the girl gently held the boy's body, looked at him with gentle eyes, and comforted his back.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was silent.

Matthew couldn't help but cover his mouth.

"Um, Fujimaru-kun? Mashu? What's wrong with you?" Da Vinci looked confused as he looked at the two people whose eyes suddenly filled with tears.

"Da Vinci, Mr. Chuji...has he...left us forever?" Mashu asked with a tearful tone.

"...Huh? What are you talking about? He is just asleep." Da Vinci twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Matthew speechlessly, "You should be able to hear it, such a gentle breathing."

"Huh? Ah, it's true." Ma Xiu's face turned slightly red, and he pinched the tips of his hair with some embarrassment, "It's just that the atmosphere is indeed like Mr. Chu Si's sacrifice, and Master Sanzang holding him in his arms. The corpse recalls the past."

"Actually, Mashu and I have the same misunderstanding." Ritsuka Fujimaru also looked embarrassed after hearing Da Vinci's explanation.

"However, the situation of the boy from Chu Temple is indeed not good. It is true." Da Vinci's eyes suddenly became sharp. "I don't know what he did, but if his feet don't heal as soon as possible, If treated, you may not be able to keep your feet firmly on the ground in the future.”

"As for herbal medicine, there are still some in the village." Jumu put Fujimaru Ritsuka back on the ground, and then walked towards Sanzang, "Do you need me to carry him back?"

"No need." Sanzang shook his head and looked at the boy in his arms with soft eyes, "I can just carry him back."

The young man grabbed her sleeve with such force that she didn't even open it just now.

The uneasiness and panic in the young man's heart had actually flowed into her perception and perception.

What the boy needs now is companionship.

Looking at Sanzo in front of him, who was hugging Chuji like a princess, Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his wrist and used the video function of his watch to record the scene in front of him.

"Senior?" Mashu looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with some confusion.

"When Mr. Chudera wakes up, he will be very happy to see this video." Fujimaru Ritsuka explained, "It can be regarded as a gift from Chaldea to him."

"But we don't have a spare watch to give him." Da Vinci reminded, "Be careful if he takes a fancy to your watch and wants to go there again."

"Then just give it to him." Fujimaru Ritsuka said that this is not his personal property anyway. There are several boxes of spare parts for this kind of watch in Chaldea.

"I think so too. Mr. Chuji has really helped us so much that we don't even know how to repay him." Mashu nodded in agreement.

Leonardo da Vinci and Romani in Chaldea exchanged glances via video.

Fortunately, I didn't tell these two children about the situation at the singularity in the ending, otherwise I wouldn't be able to reassure them.

When Chu Si regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was the warmth and softness to the touch, and then the ubiquitous fragrance poured into his nose.

Then came the weird numbing and itching feeling coming from the soles of my feet.

"Ah, Ah Si, you're awake." Sanzang's voice came from above Chu Si's head.

Chusi moved his head back, and then he saw his current situation clearly.

Could it be that he slept with his arms around Sanzang's waist and his head buried in her chest all night?

"... Sanzang, am I dreaming?" Chu Si raised his head blankly and looked at Sanzang and asked.

"It's not a dream, Ah Si has been coveting the baby in his mother's arms all night." Sanzo replied with a smile and patted Chu Si's head.

"But can you let go of me now? You're awake." Sanzang reminded, feeling Chuji's unsteady hand on his waist.

"I'm sorry, I may not be awake yet. Please sleep with me for a while longer." Chuji closed his eyes and moved his head forward, trying to restore his sleeping position before waking up.

"Give up this fantasy!" Sanzang desperately pushed Chu Si's head away from him.

Chapter 31 Hassan’s words that only Hassan can understand

"I'm sorry, because I rushed forward when my brain got hot. As a result, Tristan was eliminated by me, but I also temporarily lost my ability to fight." After everyone gathered together, Chuji apologized to everyone very formally, " Of course, if Leonardo da Vinci can build a wheelchair in a short time, I can still fight."

"It doesn't matter even if you don't have that wheelchair, I can carry you and fight together." Curse Wan waved his hand and said,

"Wait a minute, Cursus Sang, is now the time to talk about this?" the black-skinned young lady quietly reminded from the side.

"Ah, um... Sir Chu Si, thank you very much for your help." Curse Wan bowed to Chu Si without hesitation and thanked him, "Thanks to you, the village I guarded was not turned into ruins, and the villagers were not mourned. The knights killed them all."

"As a thank you, I can lead the way and let you enter the temple and meet the first Hassan."

"I accept this thank you." Chudera felt that there was nothing wrong with his words, but Fujimaru Ritsuka was taken aback by his unpretentious gesture.

Can you still bring something like this?

learnt!

Excessive humility may make the other party think that he lacks sincerity, so Chuji's response method is still very satisfactory.

But the silence beside him couldn't sit still.

She looked at Cursed Arms with astonishment and admiration. She probably didn't expect that Cursed Arms was so brave.

He was talking about the first Hassan, the Old Man of the Mountain, the Hassan of Hassan.

If he appears, it means that the contemporary Hassan must sacrifice his head.

"Although I will help lead the way for you to enter the temple, please don't have any more expectations." Curse Wan continued, "You can only rely on yourselves to persuade the First Generation Master to assist you."

"Naturally, we won't ask for more." Chu Si nodded and replied.

Everyone who listened to the Chu Temple drama through this singularity looked at Cursed Wrist with a bit of admiration.

Not everyone can do this.

You can face your own death calmly.

"Fujimaru-kun, you also heard the words of the curse arm, and I can only leave it to you to enter the temple." Chudera turned to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka after responding.

"Hey? Aren't you going in together?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Chuji in confusion and asked.

"Why should I go in?" Chu Si looked even more confused than him. "Now that the soles of my feet have been destroyed, what else can I do except act as a hindrance?"

"Use your invincible eloquence to convince the old man in the mountains." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied.

"Fujimaru-kun!" Chudera suddenly glared at Fujimaru Ritsuka with an almost scolding voice, "Is this what you, the last master of mankind and the only savior of humanity, should say?"

"You can trust others, but you must not rely on others, otherwise your journey of human salvation will definitely end in failure."

"You must understand that you are the front-line commander in battle. Your followers and partners will only wait for your decision."

"If you have to rely on others, then what should you do if you hand over the right to command operations to your partners!"

"What's more, the person you are trying to rely on is a traveler who doesn't know where the road ahead is!"

"...Yes, I'm sorry!" Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned for a few seconds, and then he bowed his head and apologized to everyone present, "I will reflect on myself! It will never happen again!"

Matthew looked at all this with some confusion, she was a little confused about the current situation.

Da Vinci smiled at Chu Si and winked at him.

"Fujimaru-kun, I can only say that it is not important whether we can pull the old man of the mountain to our side. The most important thing is whether we can see whether he has the means to obtain the heads of the Knights of the Round Table or the Lion King." mean."

After all, the old man in the mountain cannot be persuaded with words.

The only one who can make him change his original intentions and thoughts is himself.