Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

As soon as he approached, he saw the Nine-Headed Lion King with six lions looking at him expectantly.

Upon their first meeting, the Nine-Headed Lion greeted them, saying, "I suppose you must be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven."

"It is indeed I, Old Sun, who greets Senior Nine-Headed Lion." Sun Wukong cupped his hands in greeting.

Nine-Headed Lion laughed and said, "No need to be polite. As you know, I have a favor to ask of you."

Sun Wukong's mouth twitched.

Nine-Headed Lion pointed to his six grand-disciples and said, "Great Sage, kill them first."

The six lions bowed to Sun Wukong in unison, saying, "Thank you for your help, Great Sage."

Sun Wukong closed his eyes, mentally prepared himself, and raised his staff to strike.

But seeing the expectant expressions on the faces of the six lion monsters, he stopped and said with a mournful face, "I, Old Sun, can't bring myself to do it."

Nine-Headed Lion looked at Lin Zhu and said, "Young friend, didn't I tell you? This process still needs to be followed. Now, what do you suggest we do?"

"Exactly, exactly." Sun Wukong nodded in agreement. "Now that we know everything, how am I, Old Sun, supposed to lay a hand on them, brother?"

Lin Zhu advised, "You're helping them out."

Sun Wukong was speechless. "Is this how you help people?"

Snow Lion suggested, "How about we go eat a few people?"

Huang Shi said, "Yes, catch a few bad guys to eat."

Sun Wukong looked at the Yellow Lion and realized that he still had the heart of a child.

What should I do? Now I'm even more reluctant to do it.

"I, Old Sun, cannot handle this matter."

Lin Zhu felt a little embarrassed and said to Nine-Headed Lion, "Senior, why don't you continue to stay in the Heavenly Court?"

Nine Spirits shook all nine of their heads in unison, “We won’t go, we won’t go back.”

He just stared at Lin Zhu; after all, it was Lin Zhu who had caused this trouble, and he had to deal with it.

The six lion cubs were also watching Lin Zhu, and they were now very much looking forward to going to the underworld to serve.

Lin Zhu thought for a while and said, "I have a plan." He pointed to the six lions and said, "Go and fight him. Take the initiative to attack, and you'll just get killed."

"That's a good idea." Nine-Headed Lion nodded and said to Yellow Lion and the others, "Children, go and skin that monkey. By the way, don't be so polite. Five hundred years ago, he was just a stable boy in Heaven, tending horses for the Jade Emperor."

Sun Wukong's face turned red.

Lin Zhu was taken aback; this Nine-Headed Lion knew how to provoke Sun Wukong.

The white lion, possessing a trace of Bai Ze blood, immediately understood the Nine-Headed Lion's meaning and launched into a sarcastic remark, "So you're just a stable boy? I thought you were some important figure."

"Hey!" Sun Wukong roared, "Take this from my old Sun's staff!"

With each call of "弼马温" (Bìmǎwēn, a title for a stable boy), it was as if some kind of switch had been flipped in his body.

Chapter 1120 Butter and Sesame Oil

The white lion was the fastest, and when Sun Wukong raised his staff, it took the initiative to meet him. Its head hit the head of the staff with a "crack," and its brains splattered, killing it instantly.

Sun Wukong realized something was wrong. "I, Old Sun, can beat you up, but why are you coming to meet me?"

In the sky, Guanyin and the others were also very confused. What a great merit of our Buddhist sect!

But there was nothing they could do; the Nine-Headed Lion had already occupied the place, and they couldn't arrange for anyone to be there.

This ordeal could only be resolved by making the Nine-Headed Lion the protagonist.

"Oh dear, this white lion beat me to it!" the lion roared. "Keeper of the Heavenly Horses, prepare to die!"

Sun Wukong had already regained his senses, but when he was called "弼马温" (Bima Wen, a lowly official in charge of horses), he couldn't help but swing his golden cudgel.

And so, the lion also died.

"Bima Wen, you killed my brother, you've already met your end!" The yellow lion roared, making Sun Wukong's scalp tingle.

Lin Zhu felt that Sun Wukong might become desensitized to being called "Bima Wen" (弼马温, a title for a stable boy) this time.

"Ah~ You've gone too far in bullying me, Old Sun!"

Sun Wukong simply closed his eyes, and swung his golden cudgel with tremendous force.

The yellow lion, the elephant, the snow lion, and the red lion, as if by telepathy, went to meet them.

A quadra kill in one go, praising Q.

This was Sun Wukong's most helpless experience. Looking at the blood-stained golden cudgel, he turned his head and met Lin Zhu's gaze with resentment.

Nine-Headed Lion coughed twice and said, "Now it's my turn."

Sun Wukong took two steps back. "Don't come any closer. I've already committed enough killings today."

"No, I must avenge the death of Sun today!" Nine-Headed Lion King sneered. "Today, it's either me or you who lives."

He just didn't want to live anymore.

"There's no need for that!" Sun Wukong said, indicating that he wanted to cry.

"You lowly stable boy, prepare to die!" The Nine-Headed Lion King slapped his hand, and the clouds in the sky condensed into a giant handprint. "If you don't fight back today, then I will be like Buddha, suppressing you for five hundred years and making you eat excrement."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong could no longer tolerate it, exclaiming, "This is outrageous!"

Sun Wukong swung his staff, and Nine-Headed Lion immediately withdrew his attack, letting the golden cudgel strike him.

He felt a mysterious force enter his body, but it only hurt for a moment.

On one hand, Sun Wukong held back one-tenth of his strength at the end; on the other hand, it was because his current strength was too great, and Sun Wukong's blow barely broke through his defense.

"Did you not eat? You're so weak."

Lin Zhu was speechless, and explained, "It's because you're too strong, Senior. Wukong is no match for you."

It's clear how much the original Nine-Headed Lion King held back against Sun Wukong, allowing him to escape.

Sun Wukong was furious when he heard the Nine-Headed Lion say that he was weak, but he couldn't refute it.

"I'm not fighting anymore, I, Old Sun, am not fighting anymore. Go find whoever you want."

He broke down!

Nine-Headed Lion said, “It’s alright. This monkey is no good, but you are.” He looked at Lin Zhu and said, “His blow has already sent a wisp of energy into my body. I can sense that you have the means to kill me. Come on, lend me a hand.”

Lin Zhu was puzzled, but in the end she still had to do it herself.

Left with no other choice, he could only unleash the Yin-Yang Divine Light Scissors, severing all nine heads of the Nine Spirits Primordial Saint with a single snip, causing his primordial spirit to escape and fly to the underworld.

As for his body, it naturally merged into Bamboo Mountain.

The ordeal at Bamboo Mountain in Yuhua Kingdom passed by so hastily, perhaps because the four monsters at Lion Camel Ridge in the previous ordeal were too powerful.

But this ordeal is finally over.

Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang stayed in Yuhua Kingdom for a day, and set off immediately the next day.

Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing were completely unaware of the tribulation that the Nine-Headed Lion had encountered, and Lin Zhu and Sun Wukong had no intention of telling them either.

After leaving Yuhua Kingdom, the group traveled for more than a month before arriving at Jinping Prefecture.

Although it was a prefectural city, it was no smaller than a typical country. Lin Zhu could smell the aroma of sesame oil from afar, which was not an ordinary oil.

He frowned. The smell of the oil was fragrant, but there was something odd about it that made him dislike it.

I sense there's something fishy about it.

Therefore, Lin Zhu followed Sun Wukong and the others into Jinping Prefecture and found a temple to stay overnight.

In a few days it will be the Lantern Festival, and the wealthy households in the city have already prepared ghee and sesame oil to offer to the three bodhisattvas who come to collect the sesame oil.

Such behavior has been going on in Jinping Prefecture for decades.

Because of the constant worship of the Bodhisattva, Jinping Prefecture enjoys favorable weather and abundant harvests every year, and is free from demonic calamities.

Upon hearing this news, Tang Sanzang, who was devoted to Buddhism, decided to stay in Jinping Prefecture until after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Lin Zhu asked the abbot curiously, "What is this ghee and sesame oil? I smelled its aroma from afar outside the city."

The abbot smiled mysteriously, "Amitabha, so that you may know, this item is a secret transmission from a Buddha, and only people from Jinping Prefecture know about it. Please forgive me."

Seeing that the old bald monk had already said so, Lin Zhu didn't press the matter further; he could investigate on his own.

Anyway, he still has time left.

At night, his divine soul power condensed into an avatar, overlooking the entire Jinping Prefecture City from the air.

In the center of the city, an altar already has dozens of jars placed on it, and it is guarded by a dedicated person.

Lin Zhu's body fluctuated with the power of spacetime, and in an instant, he arrived at the altar.

The jar was tightly covered, but it couldn't block his view.

Inside is a pure, golden-yellow amber-colored fragrant oil, shimmering with a faint golden light.

'This sesame oil actually has a trace of primordial power, how strange.' He strained his eyes to the limit, trying to analyze its components.

They actually identified a substance in his analysis: the power of incense and prayer.

However, the pure incense and prayer power are completely integrated into this oil, so even those at the Law Realm can increase their cultivation level significantly by consuming it.

But he wasn't sure about another component; the life force was too strong.

Yet it's also very strange.

This oil is definitely not ordinary oil.

However, he felt that he must be able to find clues in this Jinping Prefecture.

Such a huge prefecture only produces a few jars of oil a year; ordinary families certainly couldn't produce that much.

Some traces can certainly be found in the homes of the powerful and wealthy.

The temple provided the most ghee and sesame oil, but these were also offered by other wealthy families.

Lin Zhu then thoroughly surveyed the homes of the powerful and wealthy.

Perhaps because the Lantern Festival was approaching, he couldn't find any clues.