Chapter 307 Extra Chapter: When the Journey to the West is Full of Our Own People (Part 3)
"Elder, you and your disciple are from the Tang Dynasty. You are clearly very skilled. I only beg your help to subdue that pig demon and restore peace to Gao Village..."
Tang Sanzang quickly helped the old man, who was about to kneel down, and said with compassion, "You are too kind, benefactor. If this humble monk can help, I will certainly do so without hesitation."
Wukong chimed in, "Don't be afraid, old man! Tell me where that pig demon is, and I'll beat him up and make him into braised pork!"
"No, no, no," Old Master Gao waved his hand frantically, "We don't need to take his life, just drive him away."
"Don't worry, my disciple was just joking."
Tang Sanzang quickly comforted the old man. Seeing his panicked appearance, Wukong awkwardly touched his nose, picked up his golden cudgel, and walked out, saying, "Master, you rest and talk to the old man. It's just a pig demon. I'll be right back!"
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"With a clack of bamboo clappers, let's not praise anything else, I'll praise the traditional delicacy, the twisted dough stick. This twisted dough stick tastes absolutely amazing..."
"What is that?"
Following the demonic aura, Wukong found the pig demon's cave and listened to the noises coming from inside. He was completely bewildered and shocked.
"I'm tired of this one, let's try something else!"
A gruff voice came out, followed by a small, trembling "Okay".
Then, Wukong heard it again—
"A lama came from the south, carrying five catties of flounder; a mute came from the north, with a trumpet tucked into his belt. The lama from the south wanted to exchange the flounder for the mute's trumpet..."
"Change it again!"
"Snap! Speaking of which, five hundred years ago, there was a stone monkey in the Water Curtain Cave of Flower and Fruit Mountain..."
"Um?"
Wukong couldn't help but make a sound, startling the people inside the cave.
"who?"
"Your grandpa is me!"
Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, roared, and soon a burly figure carrying a nine-toothed rake came running out of the cave.
"Whose grandfather is this? Whose grandfather is this? How can you be so rude?"
Under the sunlight, Pigsy tossed his hair aside, opened his eyes wide, and exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, it's Monkey King!"
Wukong narrowed his eyes, sizing up the somewhat familiar pig demon in front of him. His gaze fell on the Nine-Toothed Rake, and he questioned, "Who are you? How come you have Marshal Tianpeng's weapon!"
"It's me, your Uncle Tianpeng. Don't you recognize me?"
"Tianpeng?"
Wukong really found it hard to connect the fat, big-eared pig demon in front of him with Marshal Tianpeng. Although Tianpeng wasn't thin, he wasn't a pig demon either.
"Nonsense! Not only are you harming the people, but you also dare to use the name of Marshal Tianpeng! Let me teach you a lesson!"
"Aww!"
Startled by the blow, Pigsy jumped up, dodging left and right with his rake in hand. "No, Wukong, why are you still so impatient! Respect the elderly and care for the young! Don't you understand?"
"You don't look like Yang Jiao's son at all, you look like Nezha's son! Ouch!"
Bajie was knocked to the ground by a blow from the staff, and Wukong's golden cudgel hovered just above his head, almost striking him.
"I am my father's son!" Hearing this, Wukong was not only displeased but also somewhat suspicious: "Are you really Tianpeng?"
"Call me uncle!"
"Hmm?" Wukong stretched his staff forward again.
Bajie immediately changed his address: "Uncle and such...that's all from the previous life. Now that I've been reincarnated and started cultivating again, you can just call me Bajie. Isn't the new name quite meaningful?"
Ignoring Bajie's blatantly seductive gaze, Wukong couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you say you were in seclusion cultivating? How did you turn into a pig demon?"
"It's a long story..."
"Then let's get straight to the point!"
Having learned his lesson from Ao Lie, Wukong interrupted Zhu Bajie. Bajie choked, explaining briefly, "One day I was drunk and gossiping about the Great Golden Crow, which the Great Golden Crow caught us."
What gossip is associated with the Great Golden Crow?
Wukong was puzzled. In his memory, the Great Golden Crow never had any entertainment. Besides cultivation, it was all about cultivation. What could possibly be worth Tianpeng gossiping about?
Bajie narrowed his eyes, feigning profundity: "That's the story of the previous generation..."
"And then? What happened after the Great Golden Crow encountered it?"
"No?" Pigsy looked shocked. "Aren't you curious? Aren't you going to ask again?"
"If you're not curious, don't waste time, continue!"
Wukong spoke with absolute certainty, leaving Bajie, who was itching for gossip, speechless and miserable. But power was no match for him, so he could only suppress his gossipy urges and continued, "Then...then I was worried that the Great Golden Crow would retaliate against me, so I decided to switch jobs. I heard that Buddhism offers good benefits, so I'm going to send my resume to Buddhism."
Wukong sneered: "The point is that Buddhism treats people well, isn't it?"
"Tsk, how dare you slander someone's innocence out of thin air—" Pigsy gave Monkey a reproachful look, which made Monkey shudder involuntarily; it was too offensive to look at.
"That's not the point. The point is that the Queen Mother accidentally saw my resume when I was writing it..."
Hearing this, even Wukong couldn't help but feel sorry for Bajie; what bad luck!
"After that, the Queen Mother said that considering our long-standing relationship as superior and subordinate, she would give me a direct hiring opportunity, which would allow me to communicate directly with Buddha about onboarding. When I heard that there was such a good thing, I agreed, and then... you see."
Wukong couldn't help but shake his head: "You're a marshal, for goodness' sake, and you actually believe this?"
"I have no choice but to believe it. I can only wait for a monk to go to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures and then I can achieve enlightenment."
"A monk?"
Wukong was taken aback upon hearing this, while Bajie nodded. "Yes, if I hadn't communicated with the Bodhisattva beforehand, I wouldn't have been able to hold on until now. I just don't know when that monk will arrive; I'm waiting to become his disciple."
"Becoming a disciple..." Wukong seemed to be deep in thought, looking at Bajie, and the more he looked at him, the happier he became. "Becoming a disciple is good, becoming a disciple is good!"
"What are you doing?" Pigsy couldn't help but take a step back. "You're laughing so strangely."
"Aren't you waiting for the monk? I'll take you there!"
"The monks are here?" Pigsy asked in surprise, instantly forgetting about Monkey's strange behavior.
“Of course, it’s in Gao Village! But speaking of this…” Wukong looked at the cave behind him with a complicated expression, “You can wait for the monks, but why make things difficult for the common people? You used to be Marshal Tianpeng!”
"How have I made things difficult for the people!" Pigsy protested. "I was just bored, so I asked them to put on a show for me, and I even paid them."
Wukong's lips twitched. "Clapper talk, tongue twisters, storytelling—are you trying to train a theatrical troupe? A variety of folk arts?"
"Hey!" Bajie waved his hand. "You don't know, everyone in Gao Village does this kind of work. I chose them to train because I saw they were good at it. How could an ordinary person learn to this level in a short time? No way, I'll take you in to listen!"
"No, no," Wukong waved his hands repeatedly, "This is not something I, at my age, would like to hear."
"Hey, what do you mean?"
"What I mean is, let these people go home right now! You're a pig demon now, you can't even hide your pig ears and snout, and you're still going to teach them? Don't scare them to death!"
Wukong stomped his golden cudgel, and Bajie quickly nodded, "Alright, alright, the monks are all here, I'll definitely release them all. I didn't hurt them, so I'll give them their reward too..."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
...
"Master, Pigsy has been waiting for you for so long, Master!"
Pigsy wasn't ashamed at all; he knelt down promptly in front of Tang Sanzang.
"This is?"
Tang Sanzang was still a little shocked and looked at Wukong beside him. Wukong smiled knowingly, "Yes, this is the second disciple that the Bodhisattva prepared for you."
"Master, it's me! It's Pigsy!"
"Alright, from today onwards, you will be my second apprentice."
"Greetings, Master!"
Bajie kowtowed once, and only after confirming their relationship did he realize, "Master, I am the second disciple, so who is the eldest disciple?"
Wukong smiled and waved: "Here I am! Quick, call me senior brother!"
"you!"
Pigsy jumped up immediately, "Isn't this inappropriate?"
"If something's not right, call me senior brother!"
"Wukong, let's make a deal. I don't want you to call me uncle, and you don't want me to call you senior brother."
"No, unless you make your monk call me 'Big Brother'!"
"Master..."
"Amitabha, Bajie, call him senior brother."
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