"Why?" Sun Wukong scratched his head. "Many years ago, I also thought about the same question as you. When Mount Wuguo was conquered, I also asked why. When they asked me to surrender, I also wanted to ask why. Even when they asked me to go on a journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures... I also wondered why." He couldn't help but touch the golden hoop on his head.
"This is the way of heaven," Sun Wukong said, sitting cross-legged. "The so-called equality is just for mortals. Why would gods, demons, and monsters be equal to mortals?"
He seemed to remember some of the past.
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath and said, "I know it's impossible to become an immortal if you have compassion in your heart."
Sun Wukong choked at his blunt words, then burst into laughter: "You're really funny!"
"I've thought before that those who become immortals are all ruthless and cruel. Once they become high and mighty immortals, they see the mortals in the world as ants. Who would bother to care for them?"
Sun Wukong neither nodded nor shook his head, but just stared at Fang Zhiyi, as if trying to see through his soul.
Fang Zhiyi looked at him indifferently: "But I am different. What if I still want to save her?"
Sun Wukong asked curiously, "Are you really not afraid of death? Well, I mean, complete and utter death."
Fang Zhiyi spread his hands and said, "Great Sage, I've lived long enough, really."
Sun Wukong slowly stood up and said, "Let me test your quality first."
Fang Zhiyi also stood up: "It's an honor. If I don't die, I can brag about this for the rest of my life."
Sun Wukong was happy.
But suddenly a figure wrapped in a black wind came rushing over.
"Hunter Fang Zhiyi! I found you! Hahaha..." A monster wearing a golden helmet and golden armor walked out of the evil wind, with a demonic aura rising into the sky, "God will not let down those who work hard, you..."
His eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the monkey opposite Fang Zhiyi in confusion.
"Your friend?" asked Sun Wukong.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "I don't know him."
"You are..." The monster always felt a little uneasy. This monkey seemed to have a nickname... What was it?
But he didn't have time to think. A huge stick came towards him. He immediately tried his best to block it, but failed. One, two, three hits, the monster's bones were shattered. He didn't think about it. He had made sufficient preparations this time, just to give Fang Zhiyi an all-round force crushing, but why is it like this now?
A tiny black shadow broke away from the monster and shot up into the sky. Sun Wukong snorted coldly and blew out a breath, and the thing could no longer move. Then he hit it with another stick, and the monster turned into mud.
Xiao Hei was frightened and shrank behind Fang Zhiyi.
"The guy who was getting in the way is gone, it's your turn and mine." Sun Wukong put away his golden cudgel, "I won't take advantage of you."
Fang Zhiyi bowed and thanked him.
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath and channeled all his magical power. Instantly, his aura suddenly increased, and the black bear loomed, as if a huge black bear shadow appeared behind him. He shouted loudly and rushed towards Sun Wukong, his fists like thunder, smashing into Sun Wukong with a whirring sound.
Sun Wukong remained calm, his body nimbly dodging Fang Zhiyi's attacks with ease. Every time Fang Zhiyi's fist brushed past, a gust of wind blew. Seeing this, Fang Zhiyi shifted his stance, his hands forming claws as he clawed at Sun Wukong with incredible speed. Sun Wukong leaned slightly, extending two fingers and precisely grasping Fang Zhiyi's wrist. With a powerful jerk, Fang Zhiyi was flung out of the way.
Fang Zhiyi flipped mid-air, landing safely on the ground. He gritted his teeth and charged forward once more, this time muttering something. Thick vines suddenly sprouted from the ground and entwined themselves around Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong leaped into the air, his golden cudgel materializing from thin air. With a single swing, the vines snapped. Although Fang Zhiyi was now several times stronger than before, he was still no match for the unarmed Sun Wukong.
As the vines dissipated, the golden cudgel was against his throat.
Fang Zhiyi gave a wry smile.
Unexpectedly, Sun Wukong suddenly shouted in frustration: "I lost. I said I wouldn't use martial arts. I'm used to it. Blame it on my hand." He slapped his hands.
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