Primordial Era: Starting by overwhelming the Sages, Hongjun was stunned!

Sun Wukong scratched his head:

"Monk, I, Old Sun, can't stand it anymore."

"Those bastards deserve to die."

Xuanzang looked at him, his gaze calm:

"Who are you......"

Sun Wukong grinned:

"Me, Old Sun? The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong!"

"I'm here to protect you on your behalf, as ordered by my senior!"

Xuanzang was taken aback:

"senior?"

Sun Wukong nodded:

"Yes, senior."

"That senior who rescued me from under the Five Elements Mountain with a single gesture."

He said you were worth protecting, so I will protect you.

Xuanzang's heart stirred.

At the foot of the Five Elements Mountain...

Rescue them...

He remembered what the local earth god had said.

The man in the black robe shattered the mountain with a single wave of his hand.

turn out to be......

That person has been following me?

He took a deep breath and clasped his hands together:

"Thank you for saving my life, benefactor."

Sun Wukong waved his hand:

"Don't call me 'benefactor,' just call me Old Sun."

He turned to look at the henchmen:

"You lot, are you going to die yourselves, or will I, Old Sun, send you on your way?"

Several henchmen knelt down with a thud and kowtowed desperately:

"Great Sage, spare me! Great Sage, spare me!"

Sun Wukong looked at Xuanzang:

"Monk, what do you suggest we do?"

Xuanzang looked at the henchmen kowtowing repeatedly and sighed softly:

"Let it go."

"They were also poor people who couldn't survive, so they turned to banditry."

Sun Wukong scratched his head:

"Let them go? They were about to search you."

Xuanzang nodded:

"Release them."

"If they are willing to repent, it will save two lives."

"If you refuse..."

He paused:

"There is a cause and effect."

Sun Wukong grinned:

"Okay, whatever you say."

He waved his hand:

"roll!"

The henchmen scrambled down the mountain.

Xuanzang watched their retreating figures, then clasped his hands together in prayer.

"Amitabha."

"I hope they will turn back."

Sun Wukong landed and stood beside him:

"Monk, you have too soft a heart."

"There are many demons and monsters on this journey to the west."

"How could someone as weak as you possibly make it to the Western Paradise?"

Xuanzang smiled slightly:

"This humble monk is kind-hearted, but not foolish."

"Demons and monsters may harm people, but this humble monk is not afraid."

"But these people are human beings."

"Every human being has the capacity for goodness."

"If one can be saved, it is better than building a seven-story pagoda."

Sun Wukong pouted:

"Fine, fine, you decide."

He paused:

"But the horse is gone, how will you get there?"

Xuanzang shook his head:

"Walk along."

"This humble monk came from Chang'an, and haven't I arrived here as well?"

Sun Wukong looked at him.

Looking at the blood-stained monk's shoes on the monk's feet.

Suddenly, I realized that this monk was actually quite interesting.

He scratched his head:

"Alright."

"Then I, Old Sun, will follow you and walk slowly."

"If you can't walk anymore, I, Old Sun, will carry you."

Xuanzang was taken aback:

"this......"

Sun Wukong grinned:

"What? You think I, Old Sun, have too much hair?"

Xuanzang shook his head, his eyes slightly red:

"no."

"only......"

"What merit or ability do I, this humble monk, possess...?"

Sun Wukong interrupted him:

"Don't be so presumptuous."

"If your elders say you have virtue, then you have virtue."

"Let's go, it'll get dark if we don't leave now."

Xuanzang took a deep breath and put his hands together in prayer:

"Thank you, benefactor."

Sun Wukong pouted:

Call me Old Sun!

Xuanzang smiled slightly:

"Thank you... Old Sun."

Sun Wukong grinned:

"That's more like it."

The two walked forward, one in front of the other.

In the void.

Kong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, watching this scene.

His gaze was calm, yet carried a hint of warmth.

This monk.

This monkey.

That's interesting.

He turned around, about to leave.

suddenly.

A sharp shout came from afar:

"stop!"

Kong Xuan turned around.

Then, another group of people rushed up from the foot of the mountain.

The leader was a burly man with a dark face, carrying a steel fork, and his face was full of fierce features.

He stared at the corpse on the ground and roared:

"Who killed my brother?!"

Sun Wukong turned around and scratched his head:

"I, Old Sun, killed him."

The burly, dark-faced man glared at him:

"What are you?!"

Sun Wukong grinned:

"I, Old Sun, am a scoundrel."

"I am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong!"

The burly, dark-faced man was taken aback, then burst into wild laughter:

"The Monkey King? Hahahaha!"

"Wasn't that monkey imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain? How did it escape?"

Sun Wukong was not annoyed:

"It's been suppressed for five hundred years, and now it's out."

"What? You want to avenge him?"

The burly, dark-faced man grinned maliciously:

"Revenge? I not only want revenge, I want to eat that monk's flesh!"

He waved his hand:

"Brothers, let's go!"

The bandits charged forward with a roar.

Sun Wukong sighed:

"Monk, we can't let him go this time."

"These people are hopeless."

Xuanzang looked at the bandits charging towards him and sighed softly:

"Amitabha."

"Old Sun, you handle this."

Sun Wukong grinned:

"Okay!"

With a swing of his golden cudgel.

A burst of golden light erupted.

After a while.

The mountain path was littered with corpses, lying haphazardly.

Sun Wukong put away his staff and turned to look at Xuanzang:

"Monk, doesn't it hurt your heart?"

Xuanzang shook his head:

"I don't feel bad."

"These people have blood on their hands."

"They deserved to die."

Sun Wukong scratched his head:

"Then why were those few released just now?"

Xuanzang said:

"Those few still had fear in their eyes, and also a desire to survive."

"This shows they still have humanity."

"But this dark-faced giant only had murderous intent in his eyes."

"He can't be saved."

Sun Wukong grinned:

"Alright, monk, you're in charge."

"Let's go."

Xuanzang nodded.

The two continued on their way.

After taking a few steps, Xuanzang suddenly felt his legs give way and almost fell.

Sun Wukong caught him in his arms:

"What's wrong?"

Xuanzang looked down at his feet.

The monk's shoes were worn through, and the soles of his feet were covered in blood and flesh.

Sun Wukong frowned:

"Can't walk anymore?"

Xuanzang shook his head:

"I can walk."

He gritted his teeth and continued walking.

step.

A bloodstain.

Sun Wukong looked at the bloodstains and suddenly spoke:

"Monk, let me carry you on my back."

Xuanzang shook his head:

"No need."

"This humble monk can walk on his own."

Sun Wukong scratched his head:

"If you keep walking like this, your leg might be ruined."

Xuanzang smiled slightly:

"If you're crippled, crawl on your feet."

"As long as we can get to the Western Paradise, any route is acceptable."

Sun Wukong was stunned.

He looked at the monk.

Looking into those determined eyes.

Looking at those bloodstains.

I suddenly remembered what my senior had said.

"Through ten lifetimes, my original aspiration remains unchanged."

"Even if it means my death and the dissipation of my spiritual cultivation, I will still go to obtain the true scriptures."