Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 576 Pigsy's Greeting Gift

Sun Wukong battles Zhu Bajie.

Pigsy battles Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong battles Zhu Bajie, Zhu Bajie battles Sun Wukong~
Fang Yu had only heard about the fight between Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie in crosstalk performances; he had never actually seen it in person.

A dark cloud, a white cloud, pigs running and monkeys chasing.

If Fang Yu hadn't put the Flying Thunder God technique on Sun Wukong, he wouldn't have been able to keep up with the two of them at all, let alone watch the show.

However, Sun Wukong was also cunning. After chasing him around, he was driven back to the skies above Gao Village by Zhu Ganglie. Fang Yu would never believe that he didn't want to show off his strength to Tang Sanzang.

"Keeper of the Heavenly Horses! Don't push your luck! Do you really think I, Old Pig, can't beat you?"

Zhu Ganglie's roar shook the earth, yet his massive body was incredibly agile. He twirled his nine-toothed rake in his hand, creating a howling gust of wind.

Sun Wukong's fur stood on end at the mention of his former official title, and he swung his golden cudgel with a whoosh, yelling, "Hey! Your maternal grandfather is here!"

"clang--!"

Sparks from the metal collision illuminated the sky, and a large number of tiles fell from the eaves of the Gao family's house.

Zhu Ganglie was jolted back seven steps by the blow. Two puffs of white breath came out of his pig nose, and a hint of surprise flashed in his small eyes: "You've been suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain for five hundred years, and your cultivation hasn't declined at all?"

Sun Wukong somersaulted into the air, his golden cudgel growing longer in the wind. The two fought from the sky to the ground and back again, startling the people of Gaojiazhuang who all closed their doors and peeked out of their windows.

"I, Old Sun, have been imprisoned for five hundred years, and I've been playing with this mountain every day! Do you really think I'm rusty?" Before he finished speaking, a stick as thick as a telephone pole came crashing down on him.

Pigsy hurriedly raised his rake to block, but the shadow of the staff suddenly split into three, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

In desperation, he used his Thirty-Six Transformations, his fat body shrinking to the size of a house cat with a "poof," darting out from the gap in the shadow of the stick, and then growing three zhang tall again upon landing, his nine-toothed rake transforming into the size of a door panel as it swept across.

"Interesting!" Sun Wukong's golden eyes lit up. Without dodging or yielding, he slammed his golden cudgel into the ground, using the force to propel himself into the air. Stepping on the spikes of his rake, he leaped towards Zhu Ganglie's face.

Seeing that things were not going well, Zhu Ganglie suddenly took a deep breath, his cheeks puffing out like two big balls.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong stopped abruptly and performed a backflip, retreating ten feet: "Want to fart? I, Old Sun, won't fall for that!"

"call--!"

What Zhu Ganglie exhaled from his mouth was not a breath, but a foul-smelling black mist that instantly enveloped a distance of a hundred paces.

Caught off guard, Sun Wukong was hit squarely in the face, and his fiery eyes immediately stung with pain: "Ouch! You plague-ridden pig!"

From within the black mist came Pigsy's triumphant laughter: "My old pig's ghostly poisonous breath is specially designed to break all kinds of eye techniques!" As he spoke, he slammed his rake into the ground, and a wave of earth suddenly rose up, throwing the blinded Sun Wukong over the head.

Fang Yu could see it clearly from a distance; this pig demon, though seemingly simple-minded, was full of underhanded tricks when it came to fighting.

Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly heard Tang Sanzang shout at the top of his lungs, "Wukong, be careful!"

Taking advantage of the moment, Zhu Ganglie leaped into the air, raised his nine-toothed rake high above his head, its teeth gleaming with a chilling light, and slammed it down hard on the crown of Sun Wukong's head as he staggered through the mist!
At the critical moment, Sun Wukong's ears twitched, he listened to the wind and pinpointed the location, and raised his golden cudgel above his head.

With a loud clang, the shockwave dispersed most of the black mist.

When Pigsy's sneak attack failed, the handle of his rake suddenly extended and circled the golden cudgel three times, firmly locking Sun Wukong's weapon in place.

"Hehe, I didn't become Marshal Tianpeng for nothing!" Pigsy grinned from ear to ear, his other hand suddenly reaching for his waist, pulling out a rope that was clearly no ordinary object. "Today, let this old pig..."

Before it could finish speaking, and just as Sun Wukong was about to retaliate...
Suddenly, a brilliant golden light shone brightly on the horizon!

A Buddhist chant resounded through the sky: "The Final Tribulation of Thunder - Thousand Hands Martial Defense." Everyone looked up and saw a giant Buddha, a thousand meters tall, floating in the clouds, its golden body shining brightly and illuminating half the sky.

The Buddha's hand was as large as a mountain, with a swastika symbol rotating in the palm, slowly pressing down on Pigsy.

Pigsy's face turned ashen, and he dropped his rake in fright: "Like the Buddha?!"

Before the giant palm even arrived, its oppressive force had already caused the ground within a ten-mile radius to sink three feet.

Zhu Ganglie's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. His demonic power dissipated like boiling water poured on snow. His fat body shrank with a "poof" and turned into a small wild boar the size of a palm in the blink of an eye. He grunted and rolled around in the palm wind.

"No! Stop! Stop! I surrender! I surrender!"

Tang Sanzang had already prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead pressed against the earth, trembling as he shouted, "Disciple Tang Xuanzang pays respects to the Buddha!"

The giant Buddha suddenly burst into laughter, its voice extremely arrogant: "Open your eyes and see if I am your Buddha!?"

Sun Wukong had been watching the show with his arms crossed. With his fiery eyes, he naturally knew that the giant Buddha was Fang Yu in disguise. However, he didn't understand how someone who looked down on Buddha could become a Buddha.

The Buddha's light dissipated, revealing Fang Yu's smug, cheeky smile.

He squatted on the cloud, holding the scruff of the neck of a trembling wild boar in his hand, and winked at the dumbfounded Tang Sanzang: "How about it? My Buddha Hand move isn't bad either, is it?"

Sun Wukong rubbed his eyes and jumped over, grabbing Fang Yu: "You little brat! I'm having a good time fighting, what are you doing interfering?"

The little wild boar kicked wildly in Fang Yu's hands, letting out a shrill squeal: "Let go of me, old boar! You tricked me! It's not Buddha at all!"

Fang Yu picked it up and shook it: "Hey, who said they'd give us half an incense stick's time to escape?"

He turned to look at Tang Sanzang, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "Holy Monk, why are you still kneeling? Are you waiting for me to bestow upon you the Mahayana scriptures?"

Tang Sanzang's face turned pale and then red. He slowly stood up, supporting himself on his knees. He stared at the struggling wild boar in Fang Yu's hand, his voice trembling: "How could you impersonate the Buddha? This is utter disrespect!"

"Tsk tsk tsk." Fang Yu handed the little wild boar to Sun Wukong, walked up to Tang Sanzang, and said, "What do you mean by 'pretending'? Buddha has no form. How do you define what Buddha looks like? Besides, did I say I was Buddha? I only have one move. If I could, I would rather turn into a big-butt beauty and slap her down with one palm. So what?"

Tang Sanzang was speechless and could only put his hands together and chant sutras.

Now the question is, what to do with the pigs?

“This pig-headed man is unrepentant and has eaten many people. He has committed a crime. I, Old Sun, will just beat him to death with one blow.”

Fang Yu quickly stopped him, "No, it has a heavy task. This is a sycophantic and demoralizing job. How can the journey to the West be anything but positive and inspiring without it? Wouldn't that be against Buddha's wishes?"

Upon hearing the keyword, Tang Sanzang opened his eyes. "What? It's also a pilgrim on the journey to the West?"

Pigsy immediately responded, "Ah! You want to go on a journey to the West to obtain the scriptures?! Guanyin Bodhisattva told me! If it's me, it's me!"

"Heh, after you saw Sun Wukong, did you think you wouldn't recognize us as the pilgrimage team? Now you know how to shout it out? You're late! Tonight we're going to eat pork!"

Tang Sanzang put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, don't talk nonsense. Every monster has a chance to turn to good. Since it has been enlightened by Guanyin Bodhisattva, let it go on the journey to the West with her."

Fang Yu decided to stop pretending and said, "Then get up, Second Senior Brother."

The monkey tilted its head. "You're so advanced. It's fine if you don't want to be the eldest brother, but why don't you want to be the second brother either?"

"That would sound terrible if word got out! I'm not going to be the second senior brother! But speaking of which," Fang Yu looked at the wild boar who was about to be renamed Pigsy, "second senior brother, now that you're the senior brother, you should at least give your junior brother some benefits, whether it's magic weapons, divine weapons, or secret manuals, you see."

Fang Yu reached out his hand and asked, "What should I give you?"

(End of this chapter)