Chen San didn't want to argue with Guanyin Bodhisattva, and he wasn't participating in a debate. People liked to say whatever they wanted, so it wasn't worth a quarrel.
Who can tell Bodhisattva to fight better than himself?
Guanyin Bodhisattva further warned: "It is still a long way to Lingshan Mountain, and there will be all kinds of dangers and temptations on the way. I hope Xuanzang you can abide by your original intention, keep the Buddhist precepts in mind, and don't do the reckless behavior you did today again."
"Well, Bodhisattva is right."
"I will take this red boy back and discipline him, and I will give you Yangzhi nectar to heal Wukong and Little White Dragon. You can treat me as a favor and let this matter go, how about that?"
"Yes, yes, Bodhisattva is right."
"Um?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva frowned, and then he realized how perfunctory Chen San's tone was.
He shook his head helplessly, feeling a sense of regret that a piece of rotten wood cannot be carved.
But in the end, there was no attack. Instead, he left a small bottle containing poplar nectar and left with Red Boy, Mu Zha and Pojiluo Longnu.
When Pojiluo Longnu left, she looked back again and again, her eyes full of doubts.
Chen San asked Bajie to pick up the bottle and go first to treat Wukong and Xiao Bailong's injuries.
Bajie took the bottle with a look of greed on his face: "Brother Hou'er is afraid that he won't be able to use so much alone. Can you give the rest to me, Old Pig?"
"This is a life-saving thing. What do you want it for?"
"Master, I don't know. Legend has it that the nectar from Guanyin Bodhisattva's poplar branches is even rarer than the heavenly brew. I just want to take a sip."
Sha Monk quickly said: "Second Senior Brother, when they say it is rare, they mean that this nectar is hard-won, but they do not mean that it tastes better than fairy wine."
"Old pig, I'll just take one bite, just one bite."
Zhu Bajie obviously didn't believe what Sha Seng said, so he quietly opened the lid and prepared to take a bite.
Chen San stepped forward in time and snatched the bottle.
"Idiot, there is only so much in this bottle. Not to mention letting you taste it, if you lick it just once, most of the nectar will be lost. When the time comes, do you want to be the doctor for Wukong or Xiao Bailong?
"
Sha Seng interrupted: "Of course it's the senior medical brother!"
Chen San glanced at Sha Monk sideways: "Wu Jing, you are wrong. The nectar is still there at the moment. Why can't we save two people?"
Even though this Sha Monk is stupid, he is still a straight man.
Sha Monk looked puzzled: "Why should we save two people?"
Chen San wondered if Sha Seng had been infected by him and suddenly loved fighting so much?
"You can save two, why only one?"
"Also, are you talking about which one to save? What you are talking about is that there is not much nectar in the first place, so Bajie cannot drink it secretly."
Unexpectedly, Sha Seng asked: "One person is injured, why should we save two people? Isn't this a waste?"
"Wu Jing, you..."
etc!
"Wu Jing, you said one person was injured? Didn't Bajie tell me that both Wukong and Xiao Bailong were seriously injured?"
Zhu Bajie hid behind Sha Seng, exposed half of his head, and said timidly: "Master wants to accuse me unjustly again. Old Zhu, I never said that Xiao Bailong was injured."
Chen San got angry at this: "You forgot, outside the Purple Bamboo Forest in Mount Putuo, didn't you say that Red Boy's Samadhi True Fire was so powerful that even the little White Dragon borrowed the water from the four seas and could not extinguish it, and was almost burned to death?
Black dragon?"
Zhu Bajie nodded in confusion: "This is what the old pig said."
"Then you are still stubborn..."
Seeing Chen San raise his fist, Zhu Bajie said hurriedly: "Old Zhu said that he was almost burned into a little black dragon, but he never said that he was actually burned into a little black dragon!"
Almost?
Chen San's fist hit Zhu Bajie directly on the head.
Just because of your close call, I almost fell out with Guanyin Bodhisattva!
As the saying goes, a pig's head is useless.
Chen San confirmed to Sha Seng again: "Is Long'er really okay?"
Sha Seng nodded solemnly: "That's good, otherwise how could I trust her to take care of senior brother at the foot of the mountain."
When Chen Sanyi heard that Xiao Bailong was fine, his mood suddenly brightened and he felt that even the surrounding air was sweeter. After walking around in circles a few times, he threw the bottle containing poplar nectar to Sha Seng and ran down the mountain quickly.
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"You two, hurry up, don't let Long... don't let Wukong wait!"
Arriving at the bottom of the mountain, we found a temporary shed built with wood and vines.
Wukong has woken up, but his eyes that were burnt by the smoke have still not recovered his vision. At this moment, he is cursing and clamoring to challenge Red Boy to a duel.
Xiao Bailong was urging me on the side.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Hearing Chen San's voice, Wukong temporarily calmed down. He groped and grabbed Chen San's arm: "Master, you are not dead!"
"Why are you all expecting me to die? How can I not forgive you as a teacher?"
Wukong shook his head: "My grandson was too excited and said the wrong thing. Don't blame me, Master. It's great that Master is still alive."
Seeing that Sun Wukong, who was all black and didn't have a few hairs left, was still concerned about his own safety, Chen San felt warm in his heart. He gently stroked Wukong's head, and a layer of black ash floated in front of his eyes.
"With such a severe burn, will this hair... still grow back?"
Xiao Bailong stood aside, not saying hello to Chen San for a long time. Although he kept a calm expression, his slightly trembling mouth seemed to have something to say.
Finally mustering up the courage, I took a step forward and prepared to speak.
Chen San's eyes were drawn to Bajie and Sha Seng who were fighting behind him.
"It's all your fault!"
"How can you blame me, Second Senior Brother!"
"If you hadn't pushed me, how could I have lost my accuracy and drank all the nectar in one gulp?"
"Obviously, senior brother, you are greedy. I wanted to stop you but I failed to stop you. Now that you are in front of Master, you blame me instead."
Chen San looked at Zhu Bajie: "Have you finished drinking?"
Bajie hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded, licked his face and said, "Who would have thought that Yangzhi nectar would be so smooth that it would be gone in just one bite."
"Don't be afraid. My teacher won't beat you. It's just a mouthful of nectar. What a big deal."
Chen San patted Bajie on the shoulder comfortingly, telling him not to worry. Then he came to Wukong and whispered: "Wukong, Bajie drank the nectar that Guanyin Bodhisattva gave you to heal your injuries as wine."
The big stone in Bajie's heart was put down just a second ago, and then it hung up again, and he waved his hands quickly: "Brother Monkey, calm down, old pig, I didn't mean it, I will go to the Bodhisattva to ask for more!"
"Okay, then you go ahead and remember to ask for more so that I can try it too."
When Chen San said this, Bajie was at a loss.
"Master almost got into a fight with the dragon girl just now, and he contradicted the Bodhisattva like that. I'm going to look for him now. What if I get angry at the old pig!"
Hearing the conflict between Chen San and Pojiluo Longnu, Xiao Bailong looked at Chen San and stared at him in surprise.
When Bajie saw the subtle change in Xiao Bailong's expression, he quickly changed the subject as if he had seen a life-saving straw.
"Xiao Bailong, didn't you see the master's reaction when he heard that you were injured? Hitting the red boy was like trying to handle a grasshopper. When Pojieluo Longnu and Mu Zha came to persuade him, the master almost beat them both too.
Well, if Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva hadn't struck across the line, Red Boy would have died today!"