Chapter 178 Wukong and Huaguoshan just wanted to play...
I originally just wanted to play a game, but anyone who plays video games knows how easy it is to get addicted.
By the time they emerged from the Purple Palace, it was already dark. As for how many rounds they had played, who could remember?
Seeing that it was getting late, Fu Li firmly disagreed with Luo Xuan rushing back to Emei, even though it was broad daylight on earth after leaving the Heavenly Palace.
"That's not the way to treat guests. Uncle Master, please stay. There are plenty of empty guest rooms in my Purple Palace. I won't ask you to sleep on the floor."
"Okay, okay," Luo Xuan said helplessly, "You've even said that. If I still insist on leaving, it would be too inhumane."
He followed a maid to the guest room.
As for Yang Jian, he had specifically learned about Fu Li's deeds in Shu and knew she was a monarch eager to seek talented people. He also had great confidence in his own abilities and was certain Fu Li would not reject him.
Therefore, before going to heaven, he had already taken care of all the affairs of the mortal world, and as long as Fu Li was willing, he could take office immediately.
Fu Li said, "It's getting late today, so it's not convenient for you to go to the Lower Nine Heavens. You can spend the night in the Purple Palace. Tomorrow morning, I'll give you the imperial edict of appointment and have Nezha personally lead you there. As for how you'll subdue those heavenly soldiers, that will depend on your own abilities."
As a general, if you want your soldiers to obey your orders, you must be able to convince them. Even if others are willing, they can't help you with this kind of thing.
Yang Jian also worked as a grain escort officer in the Zhou camp, and he often shirked his duties and snatched jobs from the generals at the front. How could he not understand this truth?
He nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Senior Sister, I will definitely not let you down."
Finally, there is baby Goku.
The couple sent him back to the side hall together. Fu Li told him a story, and Wukong obediently closed his eyes and fell asleep.
After he fell asleep, the couple tiptoed out. Nezha quietly closed the door and chuckled softly, "This child is quite reasonable. He said a story is just a story, not unreasonable at all."
Fu Li nudged him with her elbow and said proudly, "Wukong is smart. He knows which is more important, having a full meal or having a full meal every day."
Nezha didn't want to talk to her anymore at this moment, so he bent down, picked her up, carried her on his shoulders, rushed back to the back hall like the wind, pressed her on the bed and kissed her.
"Oh, slow down." Fu Li said angrily, and reached out to push him in a pretentious manner.
Nezha reached out his big hand and grasped both of her fair wrists in his palm, freeing his other hand to undress them.
Fu Li's eyes rolled, and she put on a cowering, stubborn expression, choking her throat and saying, "Ah, what are you doing? If you do this again, I'll call for help!"
Nezha paused for a moment before continuing the story. He laughed strangely a few times and said arrogantly, "You can scream, even if you scream your throat out, no one will come to save you!"
Seeing that showing weakness failed, Fu Li threatened again, "My husband is the Marshal of the Central Altar. If he finds out, you little demon, you'll be in big trouble!"
Nezha sneered, pulled out his hairband and wrapped it around her eyes. He pressed his thin lips against her fair earlobe, his tone dangerous: "After tonight, Madam will be the little demon's accomplice. As long as Madam Ken pities the little demon, how can the Marshal know?"
The next moment, he sealed her lips, which were as delicate as rose petals, and rubbed them, reluctant to let go. The scarlet hairband wrapped around her eyes was soon soaked with tears.
Nezha kissed the corner of her tear-soaked eye again, intending to suck it away, but the red silk covering her eyes only grew wetter. Fuli shivered slightly, feeling something warm gliding across her eyelids, tickling like a feather, yet even more irritating than a feather.
"No, don't..."
But Nezha didn't give her a chance to speak. His thin lips, which were originally making trouble in his eyes, immediately blocked all her words.
Unfortunately, the spring night was short, and early the next morning, Nezha had to struggle out of the land of tenderness, took the edict written by Fu Li, and took Yang Jian to Zhongjiu Heaven.
As for Luo Xuan, he had long anticipated the young couple's infatuation. After getting up, he asked the servant Xiangyu Queen to pass on a message and then went down to the mortal world.
Not long after, Zhao Gongming brought the two boys Zhaobao and Nazhen to the heaven. Fu Li held Wukong and took them to the South Gate of Heaven together with Bodhisattva.
Zhao Gongming missed Wukong so much yesterday that he held him in his arms and kissed him for a long time. Halfway through, he started taking things out of his sleeves, which were all the things he had saved for Wukong over the past few years.
Wukong was also very sweet-mouthed, always calling Zhao Gongming "Master", "Master is the best" and "Master loves me the most", which made Zhao Gongming so confused that he wanted to give him his heart!
Hua Jing Yuanjun, who was in charge of the Temple of the God of Food, received the news and sent a little god of food to say that she would cook personally today to welcome Zhao Gongming and Yang Jian.
After Zhong Jiutian finished his work, Nezha and Yang Jian hurried over. Hua Jing Yuanjun and the fairies from the Temple of the God of Food brought many delicious dishes. The original family of four on Mount Emei was finally reunited.
Oh, there is also Yang Jian.
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With the help of Yang Jian, the speed of military training in Heaven was greatly accelerated. However, in the Northern Continent, the Nine-headed Insect and Ji Meng could not keep up.
Wukong studied literature with Master Bodhi for a year. Master Bodhi finally created a set of mental skills specifically for him based on his physique - "The Great Heavenly Immortal Secret".
True Man Bodhi felt that Wukong's constant stay in Heaven was really affecting the growth of his mind and character. After Wukong started practicing cultivation, he took him down to the mortal world and traveled in the mortal world for decades.
At this time, the mortal world had already entered the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. The Ji Zhou regime was declining, and the princes began to ignore the orders of the Zhou emperor and attack each other. Many small countries were like weeds, growing in spring but perishing in autumn.
Most importantly, the Chu State, which had originally sought to be officially enthroned by the Zhou Emperor, declared itself king. Suddenly, there were three kings in the world, which greatly reduced the value of the kingship and also dealt a heavy blow to the prestige of Ji Zhou.
The great changes in the world are most likely to test people's hearts.
Although Wukong was just a bystander, he gained a lot of insights and his own cultivation level increased rapidly. In just seven years, he became a Taiyi Golden Immortal.
Suddenly one day, the master and his disciple traveled to the Dongsheng Shenzhou and passed by a fairy mountain. The aura of the mountain made Wukong feel extremely familiar.
Seeing that Wukong was interested, Master Bodhi called Master Jade Ding via video and asked him if he knew what was going on.
"Dongsheng Shenzhou?" Jade Ding Zhenren thought for a moment, "It seems that Wukong came from Dongsheng Shenzhou. You should have reached his origin."
He still remembered that someone had obtained a magical stone that could give birth to a spirit fetus from the Dongsheng Shenzhou and sold it to Mount Emei through a shopping platform.
Thinking back to the past, Jade Ding Zhenren smiled a rare smile: "This matter caused a lot of uproar back then. If Fu Li hadn't suddenly felt that she had a connection with the immortal fetus, I'm afraid it would have been bought by someone long ago and either refined into an elixir or a magical tool."
"How dare you talk like that? The child is still here." Bodhisattva's face darkened unhappily. "Our Wukong has a great fortune. He was born with a noble destiny. Who with such great luck dares to do anything to him?"
I'm such a grown-up, how can I be so outspoken? What if I leave a psychological scar on my child?
Jade Ding Zhenren smiled awkwardly, "Alright, alright, I won't tell you. But since we're back where we came from, it might be a good idea to go and take a look. Even after all these years, it can still resonate with Wukong. Perhaps there's some unresolved karma going on."
The two masters were arguing, but Wukong pretended not to hear anything. He turned around and talked to a sparrow that landed on his palm.
In fact, Master Bodhi was worrying too much. Wukong was born with a broad mind. How could he develop psychological trauma because of a few words?
But Wukong also knew that the reason his master was so nervous was because he loved him wholeheartedly, and of course he would not undermine his master.
The master and his disciple went up the mountain. Wukong followed his intuition, and Bodhisattva followed Wukong. After walking about twenty miles, a demonic aura came towards them. Wukong saw with his sharp eyes that several little monkeys were wearing iron chains and carrying things in pairs.
Since he transformed, he has possessed both human and monkey appearances.
A spirit like him, born and raised by nature, would subconsciously mimic the surrounding beings when transforming. He had always been puzzled by the fact that, regardless of whether he was in Shu or Penglai, he was surrounded by innate Dao bodies.
Where does the monkey look come from?
You have to know that to prevent him from suffering any accidents during his transformation, Fuli and Lingzhuzi had kept all creatures other than humanoids away from him before he transformed, so he had no chance to come into contact with monkeys at all. Today, upon arriving at Huaguo Mountain and seeing these suffering monkeys, I felt a surge of rage rising to my soul. My memories of my first consciousness, long, long ago, went from hazy to clear.
It turns out that I was born on this mountain. Before people moved away, the most common things I saw were various kinds of monkeys.
Although the monkeys treated the mother's body that gave birth to him as an ordinary big rock, jumping up and down and playing together, it still brought a lot of joy to Wukong, who was still a spiritual fetus.
He stepped forward and kicked down the two big demons guarding the monkeys, tore off the chains on the monkeys, and asked them what was going on.
Wasn’t the Flower-Fruit Mountain the kingdom of monkeys in the past?
Of the seven or eight monkeys, the younger ones trembled in fear, yet dared not even to cry out. The older ones, on the other hand, were more composed, using their frail bodies to shield the younger monkeys behind them, watching them with a wary yet ingratiating gaze.
Wukong hated these things the most. Not to mention that these monkeys had a previous relationship with him, even if they were strangers with no relationship at all, he couldn't stand seeing them.
"Don't be afraid. After all, we are still a family." Wukong simply turned back into a monkey, grinning with a furry face.
Seeing his monkey face and furry paws, the monkeys immediately let down their guard.
The group found a shady spot to sit down, and the oldest monkey told them, "Originally, our Flower-Fruit Mountain was a paradise for monkeys. Even though there were some elk and antelopes, they all lived in peace.
But ever since that devil came three years ago, the monkeys, antelopes, elk, wild boars, rabbits... all the creatures big and small in this mountain have suffered misfortune, all enslaved and driven by that devil, and countless have died."
"Damn it, it's really damned!" Wukong was so angry that he gasped and turned to ask Master Bodhi, "Master, they are innocent and pitiful. Let's help them."
Bodhisattva nodded and said, "Wukong, you have studied under me for so many years. Today I will test your achievements."
After getting his confirmation, Wukong was overjoyed. He asked the old monkey about the whereabouts of the Demon King, took out a stick from his sleeve and flew over.
There are eighteen kinds of weapons in the training ground of the Heaven Palace, but after using them all, he still feels that the stick is the most convenient.
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