"Great Sage, forgive us!"
Golden Head Ksitigarbha cried out.
Then he hurriedly pulled out a small agate jar and bent over to offer it to Sun Wukong, saying somewhat fawningly:
"The holy monk is protected by immense fortune, so he surely is not seriously harmed... The spiritual medicine in this jar is specifically for injuries caused by the Samadhi Divine Wind. As long as the Great Sage applies some to the holy monk, he will soon be fine!"
Sun Wukong took the medicine.
After examining it, he chuckled.
This medicine had originally been prepared for him...
But they probably had not expected his eyes to differ from those of his "previous life." He no longer feared the Samadhi Divine Wind. Instead, Tang Sanzang had been hit by it. Fine. Let's see what the Bodhisattva has to say now...
He casually tossed it to Zhu Bajie.
"Bajie, apply some to Master..."
Zhu Bajie hurriedly nodded and got to work with his clumsy hands. He first smeared it over Tang Sanzang's face, then saw that Tang Sanzang's neck was red as well and roughly stripped off his monk's robes...
"Oh!"
"Master, you've got quite the physique!"
Tang Sanzang's exposed chest was covered in bulging muscles, nothing like his former fair, plump appearance. Instead, he looked increasingly masculine and valiant!
Tang Sanzang's face immediately reddened.
Feeling a coolness spread through his eyes, he hurriedly opened them.
"Bajie, let your master do it himself..."
Zhu Bajie said cheerfully:
"Master, there's no need to be embarrassed... We're all men, and you're my master. Isn't it only natural for me to attend to you?"
Tang Sanzang clutched his robes and refused to let go. Seeing this, Zhu Bajie did not force the matter and simply grinned as he stuffed the ointment into Tang Sanzang's hand.
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