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Chapter 219 The Great Sage's Journey to the West

With a glass of wine and a cigarette, he said: Read this book!

The group set off.

Sun Wukong wanted to carry Tang Sanzang across the towering mountains.

Tang Sanzang refused to comply, saying that the journey to the West must be taken step by step to show sincerity. He couldn't fly, and if he flew, it would be taking a shortcut and would lose the true meaning of the journey.

The Great Sage laughed and said, "That's easy."

He had the Black Bear Spirit protect Tang Sanzang, and with a somersault, he flew to Zhongnan Mountain, which was the Taoist temple of Yun Zhongzi.

There is an apricot tree growing here in Yunzhongzi. It bears fruit once every thousand years, and it will produce two immortal apricots.

The most famous person to have eaten the fruit was Lei Zhenzi, who had wings of wind and thunder on his back, a face as blue as indigo, hair as red as cinnabar, teeth growing horizontally, a height of two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), immense strength, and the ability to command lightning. He played a significant role in the various battles during the Zhou Dynasty's conferment of gods to overthrow the Shang Dynasty.

When Yun Zhongzi saw the Great Sage arrive, he hurriedly ran out to greet him.

Without further ado, Sun Wukong reached out and asked for the apricots.

He replied with a bitter face.

Unfortunately, the ripe apricots have already been given away, and only two that have been growing for five hundred years are still not ripe.

Sun Wukong asked if eating it would make him grow wings.

Yun Zhongzi said it was possible, so it was possible. He couldn't fly very high, and his strength wasn't much compared to that of immortals and gods. He could wield lightning, but he was a little short of mastering it.

Of course, the advantage is that your body won't grow taller, and you won't grow red hair, blue face, or crooked teeth.

Sun Wukong was overjoyed, so he picked two immortal fruits and left Zhongnan Mountain.

"Wait a minute..." Hu Jiaoniang, who was listening to the story with great interest, suddenly interrupted Yang Silang, "Why haven't Yun Zhongzi and Lei Zhenzi appeared before?"

"And what about the Investiture of the Gods?"

Yang Silang smiled wryly.

"That's another story..."

Oh no, I let it slip. I shouldn't have said those keywords.

As expected, Hu Jiaoniang became interested.

"Alright, after you finish telling this new Journey to the West story, if you tell it well, then you can tell this new Investiture of the Gods story."

Yang Silang could only make excuses, saying that he hadn't thought of the story at all, only had a rough idea, and couldn't tell it.

At least they managed to gloss over the matter of the Investiture of the Gods.

He continued clearing his throat as he spoke...

Sun Wukong descended from the clouds and, without saying a word, fed two fruits to Tang Sanzang.

This frightened Tang Sanzang, who thought he was about to be harmed, and he started shouting and yelling.

A moment later, he collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain. After an incense stick's time, the pain subsided, and when he stood up again, he discovered that he had grown a head taller and his skin was even better, but two enormous wings had sprouted from his back.

These wings could be extended or retracted at his will.

"Master, why don't you try flying?" the black bear spirit urged from the sidelines, eager to stir up trouble.

Sun Wukong stood guard nearby, staff in hand, watching intently.

So Tang Sanzang had no choice but to flap his wings, and he actually flew up. Although he couldn't fly very high or very fast, it was much faster than walking.

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "Now you can fly. You flew there on your own merit, so you can't say you weren't sincere."

So, in just a few days...

The Yellow Wind Demon was captured by Sun Wukong and his Soul Refining Banner was put on him. He also took Sha Wujing as his second disciple. As for Pigsy, the couple was living happily together, so there was no need to interfere.

The master and his disciples continued flying forward.

Since even Tang Sanzang can fly now, Sun Wukong, Xiongnu, and the White Dragon Horse no longer need to use their feet to measure the ground and move forward. In fact, they can walk in a straight line, making them more than three or five times faster than before.

The Yellow Wind Monster still had some pills, which Sun Wukong ordered Tang Sanzang to take, and then had the Black Bear Spirit teach him magic.

"You've been chanting scriptures for so many years, and the more you practice, the more pedantic you become. Why don't you learn some magic?"

"You can't subdue the enemy by chanting scriptures anyway; you'll eventually have to take action. You should learn some ruthless methods now; you'll definitely need them in the future."

Thus, Tang Sanzang was forced to embark on the path of cultivation. Fortunately, he was originally Jin Chan in his previous life, so he learned magic very quickly and mastered it in no time.

Along the way, whoever is the master teaches.

The Black Bear Spirit, Sha Wujing, and the White Dragon Horse imparted all the magic they knew to Tang Sanzang. Perhaps because he had eaten the immortal fruit, Tang Sanzang made rapid progress and flew higher and faster, his wings displaying wind and thunder.

So they waited for the White Bone Demon to appear.

His Thunderous Eyes immediately recognized that the other party was not human. The Black Bear Demon then took action and sent the other party into the Soul Refining Banner.

Further ahead was Kui Mulang, who transformed into the Yellow Robe Monster and devoured countless people.

He was shocked to see the mutated Tang Sanzang, but not afraid. He had heard that Sun Wukong had put on the golden headband and become a lackey of Buddhism, and his power had been greatly reduced. He might not be a match for him.

He was also incredibly strong, single-handedly fighting against Tang Sanzang, the bear spirit, Sha Wujing, and the dragon horse—a group of four—and holding their own.

Sun Wukong grew impatient, took out his golden cudgel, and smashed it into a pulp with one blow, his soul flying into the Soul Refining Banner.

Now that one of the twenty-eight constellations in the sky is missing, many deities are trying to find connections to fill the vacancy.

Because Tang Sanzang could fly, and the more he flew, the better.

This happened in less than half a month.

Along the way, they encountered the Golden Horn and Silver Horn Kings, the Green-Haired Lion Spirit, Red Boy, Little Crocodile Dragon, and others, which they either killed or captured.

Their backers, however, came over to scold and threaten them with violence.

Unfortunately, Sun Wukong was not wearing the golden headband, making him an enhanced version of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. He defeated Laozi with three blows and even extorted a batch of elixirs from him.

Manjushri Bodhisattva came to demand the return of the Green-haired Lion Demon, but was beaten up by Sun Wukong and only managed to escape after paying for a Vajra.

Even Sun Wukong has to be mindful of human relationships and social interactions.

As for the Little Crocodile Dragon's uncle, the West Sea Dragon King, he didn't dare to show up at all. The Great Sage is even more ferocious than he was five hundred years ago. Who can afford to offend him?

Sun Wukong fed Tang Sanzang the batch of elixir that Laozi had given him, almost like candy, which caused Tang Sanzang's power to increase dramatically.

Normally he appears as a pale-faced scholar, but when he casts spells, he transforms into a muscular giant, two zhang tall, with lightning crackling around his body, and wings as hard as diamonds, wielding Manjushri Bodhisattva's vajra.

Its power has surpassed that of the Black Bear Spirit.

He secretly asked the Black Bear Spirit's eldest disciple.

"Tell me the truth, can the four of us, master and disciples, defeat that wicked monkey together?"

The black bear spirit was so frightened that he covered his mouth.

"Master, what are you thinking about?"

"That's someone who single-handedly swept through the entire Heavenly Court."

"Your strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Now you can even go toe-to-toe with the Four Heavenly Kings of the Southern Heavenly Gate. But back then, they were all defeated by the Great Sage with a single blow."

"Give up on that idea as soon as possible."

Conversely, the Black Bear Spirit informed Sun Wukong of the truth.

"Great Sage, Master is being dishonest..."

From the next day onward, whenever they encountered monsters, Sun Wukong would send Tang Sanzang as his vanguard. Through this experience, he honed his martial arts skills and became more and more like a fierce Vajra in Buddhism.

Yang Silang coughed.

At this time, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

I told the story all night. Since many of the stories had been told before, the background and characters didn't need to be changed, only the outcome was different. So the story progressed very quickly throughout the night, and I told more than forty stories.

His mouth was dry, so he gulped down a pot of tea.

"Your Highness, how are you feeling?"

Hu Jiaoniang was completely stunned.

She frowned and pondered for a long time before giving a reluctant answer.

"It feels somewhat exhilarating, but also a bit absurd and chaotic."

"This feeling is complicated."

"And you spoke too fast; before I could even grasp the meaning, it was all gone."

Yang Silang shrugged and laughed.

"Your Highness, things are not as good as they were at first sight."

"You've heard the original story before, so of course you'll find it strange when it's changed."

"You can savor it slowly after you've heard this new version of the story."

Yang Silang added in his mind—you might find it even worse then.

Fast speed is good.

I'll rush through the work tomorrow night and finish the presentation as quickly as possible, so the client doesn't feel something's wrong and makes new demands.

If I speak fast enough, your thoughts will be passively filled, leaving no time for reflection.

This new story has a powerful aftertaste.

Hu Jiaoniang nodded, still feeling a little dizzy, and left without even saying goodbye.

Yang Silang breathed a sigh of relief and went straight to sleep.

He was really tired and slept for two whole hours before Zhou Mingxuan dragged him to attend a small gathering of tribute students from Jiangdong Province.

Thirty-two people from Jiangdong Province made the list this time, which is fairly standard.

Yang Silang went to inspect the area and found that there were several illegitimate sons and close relatives from the Huang, Bai, Zhu, and Wu families. It seemed that the legitimate sons and daughters did not participate in such examinations at all.

The imperial court might be happy to see this happen, since if the eldest son of a powerful family passes the imperial examination and is given an official position, the lower-ranking officials might not show him any respect, while the higher-ranking officials might not take the important position seriously.

If a conflict of interest arises with aristocratic families, should the court follow its wishes or protect the interests of the aristocratic families?

The group had lunch at a restaurant.

Yang Silang's ranking in the martial arts exam was in the middle among everyone, neither high nor low.

The dozen or so people ranked ahead of him are all related to aristocratic families, but he is truly unique among those who came from humble backgrounds.

Moreover, half of the dozen or so people at the top of the list have not yet reached the Grandmaster level.

In other words, they surpassed Yang Silang's scores in all four martial arts categories solely based on their scores in the policy essay category.

Yang Silang didn't take it to heart.

He secretly observed the fluctuations of the qi and blood of these people with his spiritual sense and concluded that if it were a one-on-one duel with swords drawn, none of them would be his match.

During the banquet, they also encountered these powerful families trying to recruit them.

Yang Silang politely declined, saying that he already belonged to a powerful family, which was the best way to refuse. Sure enough, no one bothered him anymore, and no one resented him.

After all, Yang Silang's personal rejection of aristocratic families was due to his ignorance and arrogance, and he might encounter someone as petty as Pei Shihou who could provoke retaliation.

But Yang Silang said that he also had power behind him, so the powerful families and factions should respect each other, and he himself could cleanly absolve himself of any responsibility.

Yang Silang was prepared to continue pressuring them to produce the Little Ink Token if they didn't believe him, but they believed him after just a few words and without any evidence.

It seems they don't believe anyone would dare to deceive a prestigious family.

I finished drinking at noon.

In the evening, Hu Jiaoniang came as usual.

Yang Silang talked all night again until his mouth was dry.

After mastering the Wind and Thunder Wings technique, Tang Sanzang, with the help of Sun Wukong, subdued a new disciple, the Six-Eared Macaque, who ranked fourth among them.

As a result, the fighting power of the master and his disciples increased dramatically.

Next, the three immortals, Tiger, Deer, and Sheep, who had no connections, were no match for the powerful Tang Sanzang. They tried to force their way out, but Tang Sanzang took out his Vajra Pestle and skillfully smashed the three immortals into mincemeat.

They were full of righteousness and morality before, but when they encountered stubborn people, did they not want to kill them? Clearly, they didn't have the ability.

These three immortals, who destroyed the Buddha and killed the monks, were already heinous Buddhist thieves in Tang Sanzang's eyes, so he did not hesitate to strike them.

Thus, the souls of the three immortals were placed on the Demon Refining Banner.

Tang Sanzang finally saw blood, as if a hidden switch within his body had been turned on, and from then on, he fought with increasing ferocity.

The Goldfish Spirit King in Guanyin's Lotus Pond eats young boys and girls? He smashes down another pile of flesh, killing it without hesitation!

Now, let's talk about Mount Ling.

Guanyin and Manjushri complained to the Buddha, saying that the unruly monkey had turned a perfectly good monk into a Vajra.

And it can fly!

At this rate, it will probably only take about a month to fly to Mount Ling, even after accounting for half a month of demon-slaying time.

The pilgrimage has become unrecognizable. Please, Buddha, tell us what to do.

The Buddha thought about it for a long time, but he was also helpless.

The journey to the West was crucial for spreading Buddhism to the Tang Dynasty in the East, and could not be allowed to fail.

Sun Wukong did not convert to Buddhism. The monkey is cunning, and it will be difficult to suppress him back to the Five Finger Mountain. Back then, he took advantage of the monkey's arrogance and used the Palm World Divine Power.

Once you enter his world, unless you are far stronger than him, you can't escape.

Sun Wukong became wary and engaged in direct combat; even Buddha dared not say he was certain of victory.

The key point is that Sun Wukong did indeed keep his vow and protected Tang Sanzang on his journey to the West, albeit in his own way.

They killed many monsters along the way.

If it were Sun Wukong, the headband could naturally be used to deal with his wanton killing.

But if the opponent is Sun Wukong, you have to ask yourself first if you can take a beating and withstand three blows from his golden cudgel.

After thinking for a long time, the Buddha could only utter four words.

"Let nature take its course..."

"You two disciples devoured too many mortals in the mortal realm; it was your fate to be killed."

Guanyin and Manjushri rolled their eyes when they heard this.

What are you pretending for?

Your maternal uncle is in Lion Camel Ridge, and he's eaten up the entire city's population.

Even a crow doesn't say a pig is black, so how dare you judge us disciples as right or wrong?