The daughter of the king crosses Monkey King

Chapter 4 Leopard Print Suit for Tripitaka

"Okay, master!"

The daughter king said reluctantly, "We are outsiders, so we can ignore the eyes of the world."

Sanzang shook his head again: "The purpose of our study is to save all sentient beings. How can we disregard the eyes of the world? If they don't believe in Buddhism, how can we save them?"

Seeing that Sun Wukong still wanted to refute, Sanzang said sharply: "If you insist on changing, then leave on your own. The poor monk will go to the West Paradise by himself!"

Hearing that Brother Yu didn't let him follow, the daughter King was immediately discouraged, "I'll just change back."

Sanzang breathed a sigh of relief, and thought, "The bet is right!"
He looked at the skinny consumptive hozen in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good!"

The daughter, the king, frowned: "How is your kidney? See if you're not going anywhere, even beauties dare not look at you! Hmph..."

Sanzang didn't know his apprentice was slandering him, so he rode his horse and continued westward.

……

After the master and apprentice left, Guanyin showed his real body not far away,

"What's wrong with this monkey grandson? It's really annoying to test Tang Sanzang with his appearance. This monkey is so ignorant, so there must be something wrong." Guanyin frowned.

She waved to the sky, and said loudly: "Keep an eye on them, don't have any accidents, and my plan will be delayed!"

"Follow the decree of the law!" All the gods of the sky said in unison.

Guanyin nodded, and said to the person next to him: "Hui An, go and inform Jin Chi and Hei Xiong to get them ready!"

Mu Zha nodded, and flew west first.

……

Monk Tang and his disciples traveled westward unhurriedly, shuttling through mountains, forests and grasslands. After walking for half a day, the daughter king suddenly stopped.

"Wukong, what, are you tired from walking?"

Seeing the apprentice leading the horse stop, Sanzang couldn't help asking.

The daughter king didn't answer, but glanced around vigilantly, always feeling that there was a killing intent around her.

Seeing that it didn't answer, Sanzang was about to ask again, but when he heard a sound of kicking and swooping, he subconsciously looked back and saw a leopard with its mouth wide open, roaring and cutting its tail.

The daughter king reacted very quickly, flashing in front of Sanzang in an instant:
"What a wild thing, actually intends to eat my younger brother Yu, you should kill it!"

After saying that, she flew forward and swept her legs, and followed the leopard's head.

Sanzang was worried, but before he could react, he saw the leopard's brain spit out tens of thousands of pinks: "My dear, even a general in the army can't kick a leopard to death, but my apprentice kicked this leopard to pieces! "

The daughter king was also a little surprised by her own strength. She made a move just now, it was just the monkey's muscle memory, and she did it subconsciously, but she didn't want to have such power.

Sanzang rolled off the saddle and took a step forward: "Amitabha, disciple, since this leopard can't hurt you, it should be driven away, so why not just kill it. From now on, you must remember that you are a monk, and you must never kill."

The daughter king didn't listen to it, walked up to the dead leopard, unconsciously pulled out a hair, and turned it into a sharp knife.

Just relying on muscle memory, I peeled the skin and started cutting.

Sanzang frowned, unwilling to watch the bloody scene, and recited the Buddha's name, and recited the scriptures for salvation.

The daughter king ignored him, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a golden cudgel and turned it into an embroidery needle, drew the thread, and within a cup of tea, she made a leopard skin suit: a leather jacket and a pair of trousers.

Happily holding two pieces of clothes to offer treasures, grinning: "Brother Yu, I made you clothes, put them on and have a look."

Sanzang saw that its thunderous mouth almost reached the ears, with thirty fangs protruding from its face, which was uglier than a zombie, and the corners of its mouth couldn't help twitching:

"Wukong, don't laugh like that, it's quite creepy. Besides, it's fine for a monk to wear a monk's robe, what kind of leather jacket and leather pants."

"Master, I don't know, the summer in the Western Regions is short, and there will be snow after January. It is most important to prepare warm clothes in advance."

While speaking, the daughter king frantically changed Sanzang's clothes.

Sanzang resisted with all his strength, but it was useless. His apprentice took off his outer pants and put on new clothes. From a distance, he looked like a leopard spirit.

Seeing that his eyes are like a bustling starry sky, his nose is straight, his lips are thick, his slender figure is paired with a leopard print suit, and his appearance is dignified, the daughter king can't help feeling:
"My younger brother is so sexy!"

Sanzang looked down at his leopard-print outfit, with black lines all over his forehead: "Thank you!"

"Hee hee, you're welcome. When the weather cools down, wear this leather jacket inside and use it as leopard-print underwear! Put on a monk's uniform outside, so others won't be able to see it!"

After the daughter king finished speaking, she gave a sweet smile.

Seeing that smile, Sanzang looked helpless, and hurriedly took off his so-called "leopard-print underwear".

He got on the horse silently and began to teach:
"Disciple, the monks are merciful. Sweeping the floor may hurt the lives of ants. Take care of the moth gauze lamp. From now on, remember not to hurt your life!"

"Listen to Brother Yu!" The daughter king raised her head and responded seriously.

……

The two walked for half a day, and the sky gradually darkened.

"Teacher, there is a house ahead. Let me knock on the door and ask if I can stay."

How could the daughter king be willing to let him call the door, she appeared in front of the courtyard door after a few flashes, knocked on the door and said, "Is anyone at home?"

Inside, there was an old man who came out on his feet, opened the door with a huh, and saw an evil-looking Lei Gong, with a sharp mouth and shrunken cheeks, and a face like a dry bone. His feet were numb and he uttered a delirium:

"The ghost is coming! The ghost is coming!"

Sanzang rushed over in a few steps, approached the old man by his arm and shouted, "I told you to knock on the door yourself, why did you come first? If you frighten the old man, you won't be good."

Then he turned his head, "Don't be afraid, old benefactor, he is the apprentice of the poor monk, not a ghost."

The old man raised his head and saw Sanzang's strange face, he stood still and asked, "Where did you come from, monk, why did you bring this evil spirit to find me?"

Sanzang smiled wryly: "The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty. He was going to the west to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. He passed by here. In the evening, he specially built a sandalwood mansion to stay overnight. It will be fine if he doesn't disturb the sky tomorrow morning. I hope it will be convenient."

The old man looked at the monkey: "Although you are from Tang Dynasty, that ugly person is not like a good person.

The daughter, the king, wanted to cry aggrievedly, and begged: "Brother Yu, this sixth son said that I am not human! Just let me transform!"

Sanzang naturally refused, so he talked with the old man for a while before entering the courtyard and settling down in the wing room.

He thanked the old man, went into the room, took off his shoes and socks, loosened his robes, sat cross-legged on the couch, and started evening class.

The daughter king was a little bored, she just admired her master blankly, her face was full of happiness: "It's great to be able to accompany brother Yu day and night!"

Just as she was thinking, her eyes fell on Sanzang's feet, and she couldn't help turning pale and asking in surprise, "Master, why are you missing the little finger on your right foot?"

"That's a long story." Sanzang sighed and recounted the past of his parents in detail.

The daughter, the king, was so intelligent that she immediately recognized the clue.

"Is what the master said absolutely true? Did your mother really bite off your toe just to use it as a proof of recognition?"

"No need to say anything!"

When the daughter king heard the words, she couldn't help looking at her lover with pity, and became entangled in her heart:
"Should I tell Brother Yu that he is not the child of the champion Chen Guangrui?"

(End of this chapter)