Damn it, isn't his master the second disciple of the Buddha? Isn't his master a good man from ten lifetimes? Isn't his master the emperor's younger brother? His master is not—no, his master is definitely not the little brat in front of him anyway!
"Kesu..." Little Baozi burst into tears, pursed his lips, and his little face turned red from suppressing it. "Kesu... No one can accompany me to the west except you!!!" Little Baozi's teeth haven't grown in yet, so his words are a little leaky, and he looks like he's bursting into tears.
"Don't! Don't!" He didn't want to do this crying golden hoop curse again. "Well, since it's just me, I'll go with you."
Little Baozi opened his eyes wide and snorted, "Oh my God! How do you do so, Great Sage!" He jumped on his short legs and ran into Sun Wukong's arms, giving him a kiss.
Sun Wukong suddenly felt that Tao Taoran was about to drift away. He had not touched a bird in five hundred years! He has skin hunger syndrome and he doesn't even know it yet!
Thus, Sun Dasheng's story of growing up Sanzang Xiaobaozi began.
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