Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!-Chapter 292 - 192: Seize the Bamboo Shoots

"Keep it down, don’t go calling him ’baldy.’ Just in case..." Mu Zha advised.

The Black Bear Spirit dismissed it, "Just in case what? Last time was a coincidence when he bumped into us. I don’t even curse him once a year, I don’t believe it. If I suddenly call him ’baldy,’ can he just pop out of nowhere? If you ask me, you’re just being too cautious..."

The Black Bear Spirit hadn’t finished speaking when suddenly a carriage fell from the sky, and then a dazzling bald head appeared in front of the Black Bear Spirit.

Seeing the bald head before him, the Black Bear Spirit, quivering lips, raised his paw, "Hi..."

"Bodhisattva, this bear has a fate with this humble monk, may I borrow him for a while?" Tang Sanzang asked the Goddess of Mercy.

The Goddess of Mercy glanced at the pitiful Black Bear Spirit begging for help and said, "Return him in the evening."

"All right!"

Tang Sanzang jumped down from the carriage, hooked the Black Bear Spirit’s neck with one arm as if they were old friends meeting, jovially, "Old Black, long time no see, let’s go aside and chat, shall we?"

The Black Bear Spirit, in a crying tone, said, "Do we have to... Hey, hey, easy, easy..."

The Black Bear Spirit was directly dragged by Tang Sanzang into a nearby grove, followed by a series of painful moans, "Ow... easy, ouch, it hurts, it hurts..."

Mu Zha pressed his palms together, "Amitabha, this is corrupting public morals."

The Goddess of Mercy gave him a look, "Don’t talk nonsense."

Mu Zha asked, "Bodhisattva, what is Tang Sanzang doing here? When will he leave?"

The Goddess of Mercy sighed, "I don’t know..."

Mu Zha shuddered a bit and asked, "Don’t know what he’s here for?"

The Goddess of Mercy shook her head, "Don’t know when he’ll leave."

Mu Zha almost burst into tears, "Bodhisattva, what were you thinking? Why did you bring him here?"

The Goddess of Mercy waved her hand, looking resigned, "What I think isn’t important. What’s important is, from now on, you’re in charge of his daily living. Remember, don’t treat him as a guest; he’s here to learn, just like you. However I demand from you, demand the same from him. If he does well, there’s a reward; if he doesn’t, there’s a punishment."

Having said that, the Goddess of Mercy said, "Let’s go, Dragon Girl."

After the Bodhisattva left, Mu Zha stood there crying, "Bodhisattva, you can’t just throw your disciples under the bus like this..."

Just then, the plucked bald Black Bear Spirit returned, clutching his lower back, huffing and puffing, "My fur... It had just started growing back! Hey, Mu Zha, why are you crying?"

Mu Zha, seeing the Black Bear Spirit, had a sudden idea and wiped his tears, "Nothing much, just missing the Bodhisattva. By the way, she just said that Tang Sanzang will be staying here for a long time and you are to look after him.

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Don’t glare at me. The Bodhisattva also said, don’t give him any special treatment; he’s here to learn just like us from now on.

We go to class every day, he follows along.

Do well and there’s a reward, do poorly and there’s a punishment.

Alright, buck up!"

With that, Mu Zha took off running and was gone in a flash.

The sky was collecting dark clouds, the sea was pitch black as ink, a black rock bore a black bear, tears streaming down its face.

"Old Black, where are you taking me? And that... Dragon Girl, where is she? Why do you look so glum, aren’t you happy to see me?"

A bright bald head followed a bear with gleaming black fur through a bamboo forest.

The Black Bear Spirit said, "The Bodhisattva said that from now on I’m in charge of your daily living..."

Having said this, the Black Bear Spirit rubbed his chest and then took two deep breaths, "Dragon Girl is with the Bodhisattva, you’ll see her at class tomorrow. As for whether I’m happy, don’t you have a clue?"

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Tang Sanzang asked, "Meaning, not happy, huh?"

The Black Bear Spirit chuckled, "Happy my hammer, if it weren’t for the fact that I can’t beat you, I’d be the first to throw you in the sea and tell you to get lost."

Tang Sanzang looked the black bear spirit up and down.

The black bear spirit stood tall and said, "What are you still looking at? There’s not a single one left!"

Tang Sanzang muttered discontentedly, "I’ll remember this time. When they grow back, I’ll settle the score with you."

"Scared of you? Worst comes to worst, I’ll just be a bear without hair!" the black bear spirit stubbornly retorted, as usual, sticking to his guns.

"Were you fishing on the rocks just now?" Tang Sanzang asked.

The black bear spirit said, "Yeah, so what?"

Tang Sanzang said, "Didn’t you become a monk? Can monks still eat fish?"

The black bear spirit said, "I didn’t willingly become a monk! Eating bamboo here every day, I’m about to taste birds in my mouth! Darn it, Mu Zha said eating bamboo could make you whiter, and I’ve been eating it for years... I feel like I was tricked."

Tang Sanzang: "@￥..."

"Here we are. This is our home from now on," the black bear spirit pointed at a shabby, leaky bamboo house ahead.

Tang Sanzang frowned, looking distasteful, "We’re living here?"

The black bear spirit snorted, "You’re thinking too much. That’s where I live. If you want to stay, build one yourself!"

Tang Sanzang turned his head to look at the black bear spirit, "Are you sure?"

Seeing the monk’s mischievous gaze, the black bear spirit angrily said, "You aren’t thinking of taking this too, are you?"

Tang Sanzang laughed…

"I’m going to fight you!" The black bear spirit charged with his fist raised.

Ah!

Thump thump!

Ow, ah!

Sounds of blows landing on flesh along with screams kept ringing out…

The next moment, in the bamboo grove.

In a barely rainproof bamboo house, a monk lay humming a tune, shaking his leg.

Next to him, a bruised and battered black bear spirit was chopping bamboos with an axe, puffing and panting. He chopped each stroke and gave the bald man a glare, muttering something under his breath in a language that no one could understand.

Eventually, by dusk, there was one more bamboo hut in the bamboo grove.

The black bear spirit sat under the bamboo shed, glaring at the monk sitting in his own house, grinding his teeth in frustration.

Just then, he patted his belly, and a wicked smile appeared, thinking, "Heh, baldy, you really think Grandpa Bear can’t handle you? I’ll make your mouth water!"

Thinking this, the black bear spirit stretched and said, "Ah… it’s time for dinner!"

Indeed, as soon as he spoke, a bald head popped out of a window nearby.

The black bear spirit pulled a bamboo shoot out of the Sumi Bag, put it in his mouth, and crunched it down.

Though he was fed up with eating bamboo shoot, the shoots from this bamboo grove were not ordinary. As soon as the bamboo was bitten, a unique fresh aroma of bamboo immediately spread out and floated with the breeze to the bamboo house.

The monk sniffed and, indeed, seemed tempted as he raised his eyebrows and rolled up his sleeves – it looked like he was ready to snatch it!

Seeing this, the black bear spirit decisively spat on the bamboo shoot he was holding.

Spit after spit, the bamboo shoot turned as wet and fresh as bamboo shoots after the rain.

Almost at the same time, a hand stopped in front of the black bear spirit.