"Senior Brother, Master has been captured by a monster again!"
Sun Wukong had only gone out to beg for alms and returned when Tang Sanzang disappeared.
As soon as Pigsy and Sandy saw him, they said that classic line that he had heard countless times.
Sun Wukong smiled sarcastically to himself, finding it completely unsurprising.
After all, this phrase appeared much more frequently along the way than he shouted "Hey, monster, where are you going?"
Sun Wukong looked at his two incompetent teammates.
One of them was lazy, cunning, and always thinking about breaking up the group, dividing up the belongings, and going back to Gao Laozhuang.
He shouted anxiously but looked relaxed and carefree, his small eyes darting around, waiting for him to lend a hand.
The other is incredibly honest and kind; he's genuinely anxious and truly helpless.
A truly honest person, so honest you won't utter a word even if you hit him three times.
At this moment, everyone was looking at him, the eldest brother, with great anticipation, waiting for him to make a decision.
Then I think of that old bald monk who, for who knows how many times, ignored my advice and rushed to add food to the monsters' menu.
He was invincible throughout the heavens, and even after being suppressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, he never harbored any dark thoughts and remained cheerful and optimistic.
Even the Monkey King, who was trying to find humor in his misery by wearing little flowers on his head, thought he might actually be going to become depressed.
Sun Wukong suppressed the sneer in his heart, and skillfully put on a concerned and anxious expression, asking about the ins and outs of the matter.
"What happened? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on Master? How could he have been captured by a monster?"
What are you all good for?
The two then began to vie with each other in explaining, deflecting blame, and shifting responsibility, just like every time before.
Anyway, I blame no one but myself.
That's how the question was asked, but Sun Wukong didn't actually care about the answer at all.
When he left, he drew a circle around the place where they were resting with his golden cudgel.
As long as they don't come out on their own, no monster can take them away.
Now that the person is gone, what else could it be?
Doesn't he know what kind of person that seemingly saintly old white lotus is?
Foolish, hypocritical, clueless, and self-righteous.
It's nothing more than that old bald monk ignoring his words again and venturing out of the circle on his own.
Or perhaps he transformed into a saint and went to help others, only to be tricked by a monster.
At first, he genuinely didn't know Tang Sanzang's character and treated him as a second master, protecting and respecting him.
After all, it was because of him that I was able to get out of the Five Elements Mountain, even though I don't know how many schemes were involved.
But after the White Bone Demon incident, and after he was repeatedly wrongly accused and had the headband spell recited without any regard for the facts, he finally understood.
Oh, right, the headband was also tricked into wearing by that old white lotus.
They claimed it was for the purpose of education, to prevent him from being brutal and indiscriminate in killing, and to make him a kind monkey.
Ha, does he enjoy indiscriminate killing?
He didn't kill many people when he wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago.
If this fool weren't so blind and ignorant, unable to distinguish between good and evil yet so self-righteous, he wouldn't always be being deceived and arrested.
Why did he go through all that trouble?
If you don't kill people, are you going to try reasoning with monsters and persuade them to lay down their weapons and become Buddhas on the spot?
He's only good at bullying his own people, relying on the authority of the government to talk big and show off his power.
Why don't you talk to monsters about kindness?
Oh, he did say that, and all he got in return was, "Men, make the fire bigger."
Idiot!
Despite being repeatedly heartbroken, he still called him "Master" and continued to protect and care for him, rescuing him from monsters.
It may seem like nothing has changed, but he knows the truth in his heart.
He treated those things as tasks and the bald monk as his boss.
Wearing a tight headband means losing freedom; it's a helpless situation.
At the same time, he also figured out the way to survive in the workplace without any formal instruction.
No more talking back, no more doing unnecessary things, no more worrying about unnecessary things, just doing my duty.
The daily routine consists of "okay," "no problem," and "you're right."
Life suddenly became much more comfortable.
In Wukong's heart, only Patriarch Bodhi was his only master.
Give him a name, teach him skills, and teach him how to be a person.
Knowing full well that he was wild and untamed, I never thought of putting him in shackles, but only devoted myself to educating him.
For the five hundred years he was imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain, someone would visit him every year on his birthday with longevity noodles.
Although the person had transformed into a different form, he knew that it was his master.
No matter how capable he is, or how big a mess he's made.
In his master's eyes, he was not the Monkey King, not a troublemaker, and certainly not some worthless disciple of Tang Sanzang.
He was just his master's most beloved little disciple, a kind, clever, and lively little monkey with a pure heart.
This is the master that Sun Wukong truly acknowledges.
As for Tang Sanzang, "Master" is gone.
He listened absentmindedly to Pigsy and Sandy's little essays on shifting blame, and as he expected, it was exactly the circle they had deliberately stepped out of.
Sun Wukong suppressed his disgust and, as usual, assigned tasks to the two of them before going to find Tang Sanzang.
Anyway, those two can't be relied on, so in the end we'll have to rely on him.
However, he was not in a hurry, based on his experience along the way.
That old saint has powerful backers; no matter what he does, he won't die.
Even if he can't make it in time, a deity will "accidentally" come to his rescue.
It's just a matter of suffering a little more.
He doesn't care at all.
After the three left, the air rippled, and Qi An appeared in the air.
"Boss, is this my famous Monkey King, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, who caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace?"
My Monkey King is so handsome!
Ata's eyes sparkled with excitement, just like a die-hard fan meeting their idol.
Ever since finishing watching Journey to the West, Ata has become hopelessly fascinated by the monkey.
He even asked Qi An to get him a high-quality replica of the "Golden Cudgel," which he used to wield in the void every day, happily jumping up and down.
The novel Journey to the West is filled with beautiful women, whether they are gods or monsters, all of whom are incredibly beautiful.
Especially the Queen of the Women's Kingdom, even Qi An, who was used to seeing beautiful demons, was slightly amazed by her.
To everyone's surprise, Ata, who is usually obsessed with looks, was completely distracted by a monkey and didn't remember a single beautiful woman.
It's fair to say they're very genuinely devoted fans.
When Qi An arrived, Sun Wukong had just left.
She watched from the shadows as Tang Sanzang escaped the circle drawn by Sun Wukong and was captured by the monster.
Actually, she originally wanted to show herself and take action directly, since those two good-for-nothings, Pigsy and Sandy, couldn't stop her anyway.
That just happened to become the "eighty-second tribulation" for that old bald monk.
That's right, Qi An also hates this incompetent, hypocritical old white lotus who only knows how to bully others while being a bully at home.
Ata refused, saying he didn't want to leave a bad impression on his idol, even if the idol didn't know he existed.
Qi An scoffed at the idea, but under the persistent pleading and cajoling of his die-hard fan, Ata, he reluctantly agreed.
Finally, Ata offered a foolish suggestion: wait until Tang Sanzang was captured by the demon, then Qi An could take action and shift the blame to the demon.
Ata figured that since the monsters were going to be chased and beaten by his Monkey King anyway, it didn't really matter whether they were beaten to seven or eight tenths of their original size.
Qi An: "..."
Are there any substantial differences?
They don't all have to target Tang Sanzang.
Qi An: "Fine, I'll reluctantly indulge your little whims. Look how good your father is to you."
Ata: "..."
You dare say that while looking at the innate spiritual power you just swindled from me?
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