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Chapter 39: Monkey, why are you in a state of involution?

"I didn't expect that the Dragon God who guards the Hehuai River would be so cowardly."

The red-bearded dragon on Nezha's shoulder was trembling. Logically speaking, the flying dragon in the sky should be the dragon god's home turf, but standing on the shoulder of this ferocious god, he was afraid of heights.

Sun Wukong glanced at him and said bluntly, "Is it possible that, with the passage of time and the repetition of eras, your repeated subjugation of dragons has already formed a vested interest?"

No matter which world it is, there is a saying that special attacks are more powerful than heaven, and the settings are comparable to gods. The inverted horse stake can sting even Tathagata, but it is also suppressed by the Maori star official.

Nezha also fell silent. "Do you know that in Eight-Armed Nezha City, some people regard me as the city's god, meaning to suppress evil dragons. In the legends of the past dynasties, I have long been mentioned in bold."

"This story of ten thousand epochs has been told by the immortals, and the dragons have heard it since they were little. Naturally, they all regard me as a bad boy and are extremely afraid of me!"

Sun Wukong listened to these words and felt a sense of realization. He realized something: "After becoming a celestial being, could it be that it is just a legend, carrying out one's own past, using the legendary setting as an anchor, and projecting itself into the myriad realms?"

His heart was bright, and his assimilation with me deepened. He revised the past again, and the traces of history were fine-tuned again. No one cared. Only Nezha looked at Sun Wukong and punched him hard:
"Well, you naughty monkey, I told you about my past experiences, but you just watched me having fun. How could you understand some of the truth?"

It's like having a heart-to-heart talk with a good brother. The good brother seems to be listening carefully and nodding in approval, but in fact he is not listening at all. Instead, he uses the good brother as a negative example to learn from him and studies him secretly.

Didn’t we agree before we came here that we are here for tourism? Why are you still stuck in your own struggles?

Where is your stone mother?
Nezha was so angry that he threw two more punches.

"Alright, alright, let's keep going. I think if we go faster, we can still have a chance to enjoy the Black Bear Demon's feast."

Sun Wukong had heard from the white-robed wolf swordsman that the Black Bear Demon's birthday was coming soon, and he was preparing a banquet to celebrate his birthday on the top of the mountain. He also prepared a golden elixir as a token of appreciation for the banquet's game of pitching pots.

The black bear demon returned to Black Wind Mountain and is living a very free and easy life.

"Come on, Bajie, I'll take you to the feast."

"Is there a feast?" Zhu Bajie's eyes lit up and he took two steps forward. He stopped and his face showed an expression of joy and sadness. He moved his lips but made no sound.

He finally laughed and distinctly called out, "Brother Monkey!"

Everyone walked leisurely on the mountain road. There was no need to take action. They only heard the white-robed wolf swordsman shouting, "The Buddha is coming, everyone get out of the way!"

Little demon, when the leader saw the Buddha's light behind the white-robed wolf, two of his three souls were scared away. Then he spat and cursed the white-robed wolf swordsman, the guide, and then he saw Master Guangzhi behind him.

"Oh no! Master Guangzhi has been converted by that thief, I'm afraid he'll be captured and taken back to be made into a fur coat for the Buddha."

"Hurry up and find someone who can run faster to inform Commander Lingxuzi."

The little demons did not dare to delay and ran quickly on the road. They arrived at Guanyin Temple panting and saw a big white wolf dozing with heavy breathing. The little demons hurriedly woke Lingxuzi up.

Lingxuzi was awakened by the little demon, his eyes filled with anger: "What are you doing! You disturbed my sweet dream, I want you to drink with me."

The little demon trembled. This Lingxuzi was no local demon; he possessed a violent temperament. Ever since old Lingxuzi hanged himself from the southeastern branch, local wolf demons like them had been ostracized. If they weren't careful, Lingxuzi would capture them and make a blood meal.

"Lord Lingxuzi, a group of monks have come from outside the mountain. They are decked out in jewels and precious stones, but they don't look like good people."

"Aren't there Youhun and Guangzhi in the front mountain?" Lingxuzi's eyes moved. Logically speaking, people outside the mountain could not last more than a few rounds against Youhun and Guangzhi, even monks.

Lingxuzi grabbed the little demon and said, "Just tell me clearly, are you a monk? Or a Buddha?!"

He is not an uncultured demon. He was once a demon from the Lion Country. He has seen Sun Wukong invite three Buddhas, five hundred Arhats, and three thousand Jie Di gods, so he knows the horror of Buddhism.

Since Sun Wukong left the mountain, most of these little demons have experienced life and death. Most of them have been captured by Buddhas and Bodhisattvas and have disappeared. It is said that they have lived the life of gods.

He didn't know whether he was living a fairy-like life or had become a part of the gods and was living a fairy-like life.

"I can't see clearly, I just see the golden light. Oh, and there's Commander Guangzhi behind them, also in the hands of that group."

"Guangzhi?" Lingxuzi sneered, understanding everything: "I know, Guangzhi must have teamed up with outsiders to take the position of leader of Black Wind Mountain from me."

I knew that these local wolf demons were evil-minded and should have been eaten long ago. If Guangzhi had not stopped them that day and the snake demon had not mediated, there would not be any troubles today.

Lingxuzi, feeling reassured, saw a group approaching from afar. He immediately pounced on the temple tiles, observing them and looking for the perfect moment to strike. "The one walking in front is a white-eyed wolf. He actually brought outsiders into the mountains. I'll eat you alive in a moment."

There is a bald man, a child, a woman and a pig in the back. Are they here to enjoy the scenery at Black Wind Mountain?

Lingxuzi was looking around when he suddenly saw the monkey wearing golden armor and with its cassock fluttering in the wind. He lay on the tiles and looked at the monkey carefully. Suddenly, Lingxuzi looked at him and Sun Wukong made a gesture.

Lingxuzi understood that this was the gesture used by mortals to call a puppy. He suddenly became furious, and his gaze moved from far to near, and pounced in front of Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong dodged to the side: "Guangzhi, go!"

It’s better to assign this kind of little demon to someone else to fight.

Lingxuzi was originally inferior to Guangzhi. In the past, Guangzhi had the Red Tide, and Lingxuzi was hairy and afraid of fire, so it was normal that he couldn't beat him. Now that the Red Tide was broken, it became two long swords, which Guangzhi held in his hands. The fight was evenly matched, and he no longer had the advantage as before.

The two fought fiercely for a long time. Sun Wukong and the others were bored and rummaged around to find some wine to quench their thirst. Suddenly, Tang Xuanzang, the clever little guy, shouted, "Great Sage, I found an elixir on the table."

"What?!" Lingxuzi was shocked: "Little bald donkey, don't touch my elixir."

He became anxious and his offensive suddenly became chaotic. His eyes involuntarily looked at Tang Xuanzang. The originally evenly matched battle immediately became weaker. Lingxuzi rolled on the ground three times, looking very embarrassed, and finally let out a mournful cry.

Seeing that he had been defeated, Guangzhi howled like a wolf begging for mercy and sheathed his knife. Sun Wukong stepped forward and took out a notebook. "You little wolf, you have grown strong and muscular. Although you have committed minor offenses, your crimes do not deserve death. Wait for the human immortal to be born and reform your thoughts. Sign your name now and I will return the elixir to you!"

Lingxuzi looked at the notebook. There were many blank pages, but the names of people like White Robe Wolf Swordsman, Wolf Scout, Guangzhi and others were already on it.

He had heard that there was a magical tool in the world called the [Shadow God Picture], which could capture souls and thoughts and control monsters. It seemed that this was the Shadow God Picture.

Lingxuzi understood that there were only two options left: either sign his name and become the other party's slave, or die!

"Damn it! I'm the Demon King! How can I be someone else's slave?"

"Even if I jump off Black Wind Mountain, I will never surrender to you."

Sun Wukong patted Lingxuzi's head and said, "I am the Great Love Immortal Venerable. Follow me and I will grant you the path to immortality!"

He recognized that this was the Sun Wukong who had called upon the Bodhisattva and Buddha five hundred years ago. If he followed Sun Wukong, he would be able to become an immortal and be in charge, and he would not suffer any loss.

His eyes were filled with anticipation as he asked, "Immortal Venerable, is it true?"

Sun Wukong nodded. Lingxuzi stuck out his tongue, wagged his tail, and quickly covered the banner with his paws. "Then I'll do it. I'll do it. I'm willing to do anything!"

After he stamped the seal, the demon-subduing pestle, nine-toothed rake, Taia sword, and a fist with the word "conversion" printed on it behind Lingxuzi were slowly retracted.

Lingxuzi, cold sweat pouring down!

"I may not be a wolf, but you are a real dog!"

"Come, Lingxuzi, I will touch your head and receive the precepts!"

Sun Wukong smiled and touched the dog's head. Lingxuzi felt that he seemed to have become smarter, and his eyes became brighter and clearer.

Lingxuzi, who had gained the benefit, wagged his tail.

When the little demons saw that the demon king was subdued by Sun Wukong and was completely defeated, they all stayed away from him.

"Run away! Anyone who is touched by this monkey will be an idiot."

Sun Wukong closed the book with a smile: "Run, can you run away? The human immortal has awakened, and this lineage will really be settled."

The human immortals are determined to create a happy world with their own hands. No matter how dark the world becomes, the light of humanity always shines. Once they awaken, this land ruled by darkness will be thoroughly cleansed, freeing their minds from the scriptures, completely expelling exploitation and oppression, and making the world anew.

Wukong looked up at the sun. The sunlight was still warm, spreading over the earth. Flowers, plants, fish, birds, beasts and flying animals were born from eggs in the wetlands. They were of different races, but the same eyes were full of vitality, just like the sun at eight o'clock.

At the moment of birth, countless immortals said:
"New world, here we come!"

(End of this chapter)