Journey to the West: I am the fiercest bird under Bodhi's seat

"No, no, Senior Brother, don't try to fool me! You took that elixir back then too. Besides, I, Old Sun, am at most an accomplice; you're the mastermind. As for this matter, in my opinion—you have to go there yourself."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng knew exactly what the monkey was up to.

Wukong fears nothing and no one, yet there are two people who make him utterly timid: one is his senior brother, after all, he suffered too many beatings in his early years, leaving him with psychological trauma; the other is a sage. Back when he was learning his skills at Fangcun Mountain, a single sentence from the Bodhi Patriarch terrified him into hiding; now, although Laozi is only an incarnation of the Dao Ancestor, he is still a sage. Not to mention, he was personally struck on the head by Laozi with a magic weapon, and finally sent to the Demon-Slaying Platform to suffer greatly.

If Laozi were to bring up old grievances, Monkey King would probably have to kneel down on the spot.

"You really aren't going?" Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, his gaze flickering slightly. His tone was indifferent, yet it carried a sense of pressure.

"No, no!" The monkey shook his head repeatedly, but when he looked up at Ye Feng's eyes, his heart trembled—those eyes were too familiar, they were the signs before he beat him up back then.

His face immediately fell, his ears drooped, and he looked aggrieved: "Fine, fine... I'll go, I'll go, okay?"

He verbally agreed, but his backbone remained stubborn. Before leaving, he didn't forget to bargain: "Senior brother, if Laozi jumps out halfway to settle old scores and tries to take me down, you'll have to protect me!"

"Of course." Ye Feng readily agreed, then added reassuringly, "The matter of that year is long gone, and even Laozi wouldn't dare to touch us again. Besides, you and Liu Er go ahead to scout the way, and I'll follow shortly after. There's no chance of anything going wrong."

Having said that, the monkey had no choice but to turn around and wave at Six-Eared Macaque:

"Let's go, I, the Monkey King, will take care of this for you."

Liu Er had witnessed the whole shirking and wrangling, and secretly shook his head: As fellow monkeys, how come the Great Sage Equaling Heaven is so unreliable? But then he thought that Ye Feng never did anything without being sure of success, so he could only bow and take Wukong away on a cloud.

The two monkeys rode on clouds and left Mount Taihuang, heading straight for the Golden Cave on Golden Du Mountain.

Although their fur colors differ, their temperaments are quite different. Wukong is arrogant and domineering, looking down on everyone, and only his senior brother and the sage can keep him in check; Liu Er, on the other hand, is much more restrained. He was suppressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, where he cultivated his mind and tempered his nature, and he is no longer the wild man he once was.

As they traveled, they talked less and talked more, and gradually became more familiar with each other.

"What abilities does that green ox possess?" Wukong asked first, his expression grave.

Although we know it is the mount of a sage, we must not underestimate it.

Liu Er spoke frankly: "His cultivation level is average. At the beginning of our fight, I had the upper hand."

"Then how did you lose?" Wukong frowned. He knew that Liu Er had not yet entered the Great Luo realm. If he could suppress his opponent, then the Green Ox was at most a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"Great Sage, you are unaware of this," Six-Eared Macaque said with a wry smile. "It possesses a heaven-defying magic weapon that can absorb weapons—I didn't even have time to react before my iron rod was sucked away. Without a weapon, how could I fight? If I hadn't escaped quickly, I probably wouldn't have been able to return to Heaven, let alone come to Mount Taihuang for help."

"Such a treasure exists?" Wukong was shocked. Back then, he and Ye Feng practically ransacked the entire Doushuai Palace, searching for everything except the Banana Leaf Fan and the alchemy furnace. How come they had never seen such a divine weapon before?

He immediately followed up with, "What does that baby look like?"

Liu Er gestured with both hands: "A bright, white circle, extremely powerful."

"A circle? A Vajra Bracelet?!" Wukong's pupils constricted sharply as he suddenly recalled a painful memory—

Back then, during his rampage in the Heavenly Palace, when he was causing chaos and the Thirty-Three Heavens to tremble, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground. When he awoke, he was on the Demon-Slaying Platform, surrounded by blades and axes, his body tempered by lightning and fire… That attack was none other than the gift of this Vajra Bracelet!

And its owner was none other than Laozi!

Thinking of this, he abruptly stopped his cloud formation, turned around, and roared towards Mount Taihuang:

"Senior brother—you tricked me again! You used me as a stepping stone!"

The mere mention of the Vajra Bracelet still gave him a throbbing headache. He finally realized he'd stepped right into Ye Feng's trap. That was a priceless treasure personally crafted by Laozi—how could it be trifled with?

Seeing him suddenly stop, yelling and scratching, looking completely devastated, Liu Er was stunned.

"The Vajra Bracelet... Is it really that powerful? Even the Great Sage couldn't handle it?"

"Nonsense!" Wukong's expression changed, and he pounded his chest with a thunderous sound. "That ring is a bit eerie, but it depends on who uses it! That Green Ox is just a Taiyi Golden Immortal, his skills are mediocre at best. Watch me take him down in no time!"

How could I possibly show weakness in front of Liu Er? For a monkey, face is something he values ​​more than his own life.

Moreover, he is no longer the naive young man who just emerged from the mountains five hundred years ago. His cultivation has reached the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm, his supernatural abilities have doubled, and he has plenty of confidence—what is there to be afraid of!

I was quite frightened by the Vajra Bracelet earlier, it was purely a conditioned reflex—but after calming down and thinking about it, it's not certain who's afraid of whom if a real fight breaks out.

Seeing his resolute expression and determined gaze, Liu Er breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, Tang Sanzang had already fallen into the hands of a demon. If that fellow got greedy and cooked the monk on the spot, then everything would be over.

The two rode the clouds and mist all the way to Xiniu Hezhou. Led by Liu Er, they landed directly on a desolate mountain.

The place was filled with jagged rocks, sparse vegetation, and a chilling atmosphere. Venturing deeper, a clearing suddenly appeared, at the far end of which lay a dark, gaping cave entrance.

Six Ears stopped and pointed: "Great Sage, the monster is inside."

Wukong squinted and looked over. No need for him to remind him; he had already spotted a group of little demons at the cave entrance, waving knives and sticks, laughing and joking, as lively as if it were New Year's Day.

It turned out that the green ox had captured Tang Sanzang and promised that the entire clan would share a bite—saying that eating a bite of the Tang Dynasty monk's flesh would grant them immortality. The news had already spread throughout the Southern Continent, and the lesser demons were overjoyed; tonight was their early celebration.

Wukong snorted coldly, and without saying a word, he threw off Liu Er and rushed forward. His fists and feet were as fast as lightning. In just a few blows, he beat the little demon to a pulp, leaving only one trembling like a leaf in his hand.

He grabbed the little demon by the neck, his voice as cold as ice: "Get inside and tell your king to release them immediately! Otherwise, today is the day your entire cave is wiped out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually tossed it aside. The little demon fell to the ground with a "thud," almost spitting out his soul.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll go right away! I'll go right away!" He kowtowed repeatedly while stealing glances at Liu Er in the distance. He scrambled into the cave without even daring to look back.

Meanwhile, inside the cave, the air was thick with the smell of alcohol. The lesser demons sat in a circle, raising their cups and drinking heartily, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Torches flickered intermittently, casting a blood-red glow on the rock face. On the high platform, a burly figure sat in the center, laughing loudly:

"Brothers, calm down! Once I've steamed that Tang Dynasty monk, each of you will get a piece of his flesh, and you'll all live forever!"

"May the King be mighty!!"

The cheers shook the cave ceiling, causing rocks to fall. For these little demons, the word "immortality" was more important than anything else.

Just as they were having a good time, the little demon at the cave entrance suddenly knelt down and roared breathlessly:

"Report! Report to Your Majesty! That...that monkey is back! And he brought another monkey with him! They're incredibly arrogant, saying Your Majesty must release the people immediately, or else...or else the entire cave will be wiped out!"

"Oh?" The figure on stage paused, then chuckled. "I thought they'd brought in some kind of expert to save us, but it turns out they've brought out their old monkey from home?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire cave burst into laughter.

The Demon King slowly rose to his feet, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

"Alright, that saves me the trouble of catching them one by one. We'll stew both monkeys, along with those monks, tonight—it'll be an extra dish!"

He suddenly waved his hand, his voice like thunder:

"Guards! Bring me my weapon!"

In an instant, the little demon raised his spear and presented a long spear made of steel. The demon king grinned and strode out, followed by a hundred demons, their murderous aura soaring to the sky, heading straight for the cave entrance.

Outside the cave, Wukong and Liu Er waited intently, their eyes fixed on the cave entrance.

Suddenly, drums and gongs sounded, dust billowed, and a giant monster with a bull's head and a human body appeared amidst a throng of demons!

Upon seeing this face, Wukong's pupils contracted slightly.

Good heavens! This green ox has become increasingly grotesque since transforming—its single horn is like a cone, its eyes are blazing, its forehead is bulging, and its ears are shiny black; its tongue can curl the tip of its nose, its mouth stretches to the roots of its ears, and its mouthful of yellow teeth is terrifying; its fur is bluish-black like indigo, its muscles and bones are knotted like iron, its hands have bulging veins that gleam with a cold blue light, and when it raises its steel spear, a murderous aura is overwhelming!

Wukong felt a chill run down his spine, but then grinned and stepped forward to confront the bull demon.

"Green Ox, your Grandpa Sun is here to collect debts. Do you still recognize this golden cudgel?"

Although he knew the other party's background, he did not give an inch and his momentum was overwhelming.

When the bull demon saw it was him, he was first taken aback, then threw his head back and laughed wildly:

"Tsk, isn't this the mischievous monkey who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace back then? What, didn't that golden crow come to die with you?"

His words were barbed and he showed no weakness.

Wukong sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"My only regret now is that I didn't skin you alive and grind your bones to dust five hundred years ago!"

He was the first to see this blue ox back then, and that beast even dared to glare at him? If Ye Feng hadn't shouted "Laojun, return to your mansion!" and had to run away quickly, he would have smashed that ox's head into mincemeat on the spot.

Upon hearing this, the bull demon's face instantly darkened.

Five hundred years ago, he was chained up and unable to move. If Sun Wukong were to make a move, he wouldn't even have the chance to fight back.

"Enough nonsense! You think you're worthy to save that monk?" The bull demon sneered, grabbed his seventeen-foot-long spear, and charged forward with a stomp of his foot. The spear tip flashed with a cold light, menacing and menacing, clearly no ordinary weapon.

"Hey, let Grandpa Sun teach you what it means to be arrogant and domineering!"

Wukong grinned, and his golden cudgel shot out with a thud, transforming into a massive, heavy staff that fiercely clashed with the enemy!

Seeing this, Liu Er's eyes darted around, and he secretly used his transformation technique to slip into the cave amidst the chaos—saving his master was the priority.

The moment the two clashed, the weather changed dramatically.

Wukong's eyes widened in fury, and he swept his golden cudgel out with the weight of a collapsing mountain and the force of a splitting sea. The single blow seemed to cleave the heavens and earth, capable of crushing countless peaks and mountains, its power overwhelming and its dominance unmatched!

Niu Xin's heart tightened, and he hurriedly gripped the gun with both hands, holding it upright in front of him to block the attack.

boom--!

The golden cudgel swept away everything in its path, causing the spear to deflect with a crash. Its remaining force was not diminished, and it slammed solidly into the bull demon's body!

With a muffled thud, the blue ox flew backward dozens of feet like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the rock wall, causing dust to explode and stones to fly everywhere!

"Cough...cough...you...have entered the Great Luo realm?!"

The bull demon lay on the ground, vomiting blood, staring at Wukong with disbelief in his eyes. Five hundred years ago, that monkey was only at the Taiyi level, but now, one blow from his staff had almost killed him!

Wukong stood in mid-air, the tip of his staff touching the ground, and burst into wild laughter: "Now you know how powerful your Grandpa Sun is, right? Kneel down and admit defeat!"

"Hahaha—" To everyone's surprise, the bull demon suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, his face full of mockery. "Is this all you've got? You think you can make me submit? Monkey, you're too naive!"

The laughter was arrogant and fearless, leaving Wukong momentarily stunned.

But then the bull demon slowly stood up, glanced at him coldly, flipped his palm, and took out a pill bottle. He tilted the bottle slightly, and a golden elixir fell into his hand. He tilted his head back and swallowed it!

In an instant, the medicinal power erupted, and his aura surged! His injuries were fully healed, and his magical power rose steadily!

Wukong's pupils contracted: "You stole Laozi's elixir?"

He then remembered the beast's origins—it was the mount of Laozi, the Supreme Lord of the Dao. How could it not steal something from the mortal realm? Judging by its effects, it probably even dared to devour the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir!