Journey to the West: Upon seeing the Yellow-Eyebrowed Demon, why not pay homage?

Chapter 151 A Wise Master, an Obedient Disciple!

With a mournful face, Kuai Rufeng said, "She promised me a position at Mount Ling, but I've never seen much of the world, no, I was blinded by greed. Your Majesty, please forgive me this time, I will never dare to do it again."

Red Boy wanted to poke a thousand holes in him, but in the end, he kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground again: "Idiot!"

Having said that, he immediately looked up at Huang Mei: "Master, what do you suggest we do with this scoundrel? Kill him, skin him, or deep-fry him?"

Kuai Rufeng was horrified and quickly got up and knelt down in front of Huang Mei: "My lord, I know I was wrong. Please spare my life. I will never dare to do it again."

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Hearing his pitiful pleas for mercy, the mountain gods and local deities were all numb with fear.

They didn't know if it was just their imagination, but they inexplicably felt like they were being used as a scapegoat.

"Holy Infant, take him out first, lock him in the dungeon, and await further instructions," Huang Mei said calmly.

"Yes, Master."

Red Boy nodded slightly, then, carrying the Fire-Tipped Spear in one hand and the Swift as the Wind in the other, quickly walked out of the Fire Cloud Cave.

Silently watching their figures disappear into the cave entrance, Huang Mei turned to the mountain gods and local deities, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, you must have found this amusing."

No, no.

"No, no." Two voices immediately rang out among the gods.

Huang Mei pursed her lips and suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, you didn't receive any orders from Guanyin, did you?"

The gods' expressions changed drastically, and they repeatedly denied it.

"It's good that it's not there; it's a kind of luck that it's not there."

Huang Mei said, "After all, this matter is too complicated and involves many people. Once you get involved, you could easily be in mortal danger."

By the way, please keep my story about my time in the Fire Cloud Cave a secret, lest it bring trouble upon us.

What else can the gods say?

They only agreed repeatedly without mentioning it.

half an hour.

under night.

The terrified gods took their leave and departed.

Red Boy and Yellow Eyebrows stood side by side in front of the Fire Cloud Cave, when Red Boy suddenly asked, "Master, should we temporarily avoid their sharp edge?"

"Should I avoid her sharp edge?" Huang Mei retorted.

Red Boy said, "After all, she is Guanyin, and it's not shameful to avoid disaster."

Huang Mei laughed and said, "This has nothing to do with being shameful—the main thing is that we are now fighting for our own masters and cannot avoid the battle."

After saying this, he told the other party all the intricacies involved and the matter of intercepting merits.

Red Boy never expected there to be so many hidden details. After pondering for a long time, he asked softly, "So what should we do?"

"Let's wait for Tang Sanzang to arrive first. After they come, I'll tell you what to do." Huang Mei turned to look eastward, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

The next morning.

Red Boy was fast asleep on the stone bed, his bottom sticking up, when Yellow Eyebrows suddenly appeared in front of the stone door and knocked, calling out, "Holy Infant, Holy Infant—"

Red Boy suddenly snapped out of his daze, leaped up from the stone bed, landed on the ground, and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth: "Master, has Tang Sanzang arrived?"

"They haven't arrived yet; it's time for us to practice our martial arts," Huang Mei said.

Red Boy flicked his sleeve to open the stone door, glancing at the sky outside the cave: "Master, it's barely dawn, shall we hurry?"

Huang Mei pressed down on his little head and forcibly dragged him outside: "Early? What do you mean, 'early'? If you sleep until the sun is high in the sky, is there even a morning in life?"

Red Boy:

In his past life, he truly "didn't have mornings"; he would basically wake up at noon.

Play a little longer in the afternoon, then eat and drink in the evening, and the day is over.

In the blink of an eye, the master and disciple arrived at the open space in front of the Fire Cloud Cave. Huang Mei took out a hardwood stick with a flick of his wrist and said, "I'll show you a set of stick techniques. Watch carefully and think about it carefully. How much you can learn from it is up to you."

Red Boy suppressed the urge to yawn and focused his mind, saying, "Yes, Master."

Huang Mei smiled and immediately unleashed the Bodhidharma Staff Technique. The staff flashed, stirring up dust, each move carrying a profound, unpretentious charm.

He couldn't directly pass on the Five Secrets of Bodhidharma to Red Boy, but he could use this method to let the other party observe and comprehend the Dao, and then incorporate it into his own martial arts.

Red Boy was quite serious about learning. After watching for a while, he took out his Fire-Tipped Spear and started practicing with it.

However, he wasn't just copying the moves; he was breaking them down.

So much so that, apart from not making any physical contact, they were more like fighting.

As the sun gradually set in the west, many small monsters gathered in front of the Fire Cloud Cave.

Although they weren't very bright, they vaguely realized that watching the master and apprentice practice martial arts would benefit them, so they spontaneously gathered here.

In the blink of an eye, the sun was high in the sky. Huang Mei suddenly stopped, and Hong Hai'er also stopped using his Fire-Tipped Spear. The master and disciple looked at each other, and smiles appeared on their faces at the same time.

"Thank you, Master."

"Let's eat, and continue after we finish." Huang Mei waved his hand and said, "Remember, you can't be lazy, or you'll easily slack off."

"Master, what does 'laid-off' mean?" Red Boy asked with wide eyes, full of curiosity.

Huang Mei chuckled silently.

Mid-afternoon.

The master and disciple then exchanged boxing techniques face to face, this time turning into a hands-on exchange of moves. As they continued to exchange moves, Huang Mei's boxing skills, far superior to Hong Hai'er's, gradually turned into Huang Mei feeding Hong Hai'er the moves.

It's not that Huang Mei was a particularly competent master, but for him, having someone to practice with was much better than practicing alone.

Red Boy, however, was very sensible, or rather, he understood things clearly.

He didn't complain or show signs of fatigue; instead, he continued to learn and improve himself with a sense of gratitude.

Before this, no one had taught him this way; his mother didn't, let alone Lao Niu.

Precisely because we haven't received it, we cherish this kind of teaching all the more.

"Master, have some fruit."

As dusk fell, just as Huang Mei was facing the setting sun alone, pondering the Heavenly Demon Technique, Hong Hai'er walked over carrying a plate and said with a smile.

Huang Mei turned her head and saw a white plate with peaches, plums, jujubes, dates, chestnuts, pears, oranges, and plums, and a pair of chopsticks next to it.

"I cut them all myself, I didn't let those little monsters do it." Red Boy quickly said, worried that he might not be clean enough.

Huang Mei smiled, took the plate, and handed one of her chopsticks to the other person: "Let's eat together."

"I ate some while I was cutting it," Red Boy said subconsciously.

Huang Mei shook his head and simply raised his chopsticks.

Red Boy chuckled, sat cross-legged in front of him, took the chopsticks, and joined him in eating fruit: "Master, besides practicing martial arts, don't you have any other hobbies?"

As they spent more time together, he discovered that his master was a training fanatic. Unless he had something else to do, he was either practicing martial arts or cultivating his skills. He was the most hardworking person he had ever met.

Huang Mei said, "Yes, but I also understand that my hobbies, or rather desires, are all based on my strength."

It's better to read as much as you can while you still have the time, than to regret not having read enough when you need it.

Red Boy seemed lost in thought, his state of mind subtly shifting—