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Is there something wrong with this Jin Chanzi?

However, being able to accept defeat after a bet makes him a good monk.

"Senior brother... uh, Your Majesty, please don't joke with my master."

Sun Wukong took the initiative to smooth things over.

"The Bodhisattva told me before that I should escort the pilgrims to the Western Paradise. Are you also following the Bodhisattva's orders to go to Mount Ling?"

With Tan Wenjie by his side, Monkey thought to himself that this round was in the bag.

The Monkey King and the Emperor of Fengdu escorted Tang Sanzang on his journey to retrieve the Buddhist scriptures. No demons, monsters, or beautiful women in disguise could escape them... Wait, why is it starting to sing?

When Tang Sanzang heard that he might have another helper, and that it was Tan Wenjie, who seemed to be even more difficult to deal with than the monkey, his face was full of worry.

He's definitely going to suffer in the future; he's so chubby and fair-skinned, he's never experienced any hardship.

The thought of holding a cornbread bun in my hand and having no oil in my food...sigh.

Tan Wenjie turned his head in confusion: Why is someone singing?

The three faces were silent.

“No.” Tan Wenjie shook his head. “This was an agreement I made with Tang Sanzang ten lifetimes ago, but you clearly didn’t remember what I said back then.”

"What did you say?" Tang Sanzang asked, puzzled.

"You can't blindly follow the crowd when it comes to hairstyles. You can't just get a full head of buns because Buddha has one, nor can you shave your head because other monks do." Tan Wenjie pointed and said, "Like Sun Wukong, if he shaved his head, he would become a hairy-faced, bald, and bald man. So your hairstyle should suit you."

"What was my hairstyle before?" Tang Sanzang couldn't help but ask.

Tan Wenjie quietly uttered two words: "Bald head."

"..."X2
If what we were just guessing was true, now we can be sure that Tam Man-kit was playing them for fools.

"Now that the cause and effect have been resolved, it is time for me to leave."

Tan Wenjie vanished without a trace, turning into a wisp of green smoke.

"Wukong, is that person really letting us go?" Tang Sanzang felt a sense of unreality.

Suddenly a deity appeared, and even interacted with Guanyin Bodhisattva and other deities on equal footing. It was only right that he knelt down and kowtowed to him as a disciple upon meeting him, so Tang Sanzang did not feel anything was amiss.

However, the fact that the other party let him leave so easily made him feel that things had gone too smoothly.

The other party might be hiding in the bushes ahead, waiting to jump out and scare you when you pass by.

"You still want to go find your master?" Sun Wukong asked with a smile.

"You mischievous monkey." Tang Sanzang shook his head, laughed and cursed, then mounted his horse and continued on his way.

It's always better to encounter a deity than a monster.

Above the clouds, Tan Wenjie hummed a song: "You carry the load, you lead the horse, welcoming the sunrise and seeing off the sunset."

The Journey to the West has officially begun, and what I just did should be considered one of the trials.

He can just casually mark things up in the Book of Life and Death, so it's completely illogical for him to eat Tang Sanzang's flesh.

"We really need to get busy now."

Since I have too much work to do, I can use the precious nectar I got from the Seventh Princess to make some use of it.

After parting ways with the Seventh Princess, Tan Wenjie returned to his cave dwelling on the Thousand-Ren Immortal Peak of Kunlun Mountain.

Take your seat.

I had just poured myself a glass of wine when I heard light, quick footsteps approaching from outside.

"Master~"

"Is something wrong?"

“A yellow tiger came to pay its respects at the mountain, saying that it had returned after completing its studies and was ready to obey your orders.”

"Yellow Tiger, Zhongnan Mountain? Oh—I remember now, it's him."

Tan Wenjie put down his wine cup and stood up.

"Perfect timing, I'll go take a look."

Upon arriving at the training grounds of the lesser demons at the foot of the mountain, one sees a middle-aged Taoist priest in a Taoist robe meditating and cultivating.

"master!"

"Greetings, sir!"

As the noise grew louder, the middle-aged Taoist opened his eyes and looked at Tan Wenjie. He immediately knelt down and also called him "Master."

The opponent's transformation techniques had no effect on Tan Wenjie's Heavenly Eye, and he easily saw through the opponent's true form.

"Now that you've mastered your skills, why are you here?"

"It was the Immortal Master Yun Zhongzi who instructed me, saying that my destiny has come, and that I should come to Kunlun Mountain to serve you."

"Your destiny is not here. Go down the mountain and find it yourself. Remember not to harm anyone, or no matter how far away you are, I will capture you and kill you with lightning."

Tan Wenjie didn't take it seriously at all; he was more disappointed in the Black Bear Spirit, such a wonderful mountain guardian deity, yet Guanyin Bodhisattva hadn't come to claim him yet.

It seems I can only deal with it casually, using it to fill the eighty-one tribulations and complete my work targets.

The yellow-skinned tiger kowtowed and then left.

Tan Wenjie turned to look at the bustling training ground and waved his hand, "Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and start cultivating."

After finally arranging everything, he returned to his cave and released all his subordinates, including the little zombie.

"I'll fall into a deep sleep for a while after drinking this glass of wine," he repeatedly reminded them, lest they forget.

Everyone looked bewildered: "..."

"Please don't steal my boots while I'm drunk."

As he spoke, Tan Wenjie kicked off the dragon-patterned cloth shoes.

"And don't steal my magic weapons, or the Rain-Making Sheep, the Thunder Rooster..." Seeing that they still didn't understand, Tan Wenjie had to emphasize, "Did you remember?"

Finally, the little zombie raised his hand. He tentatively hopped in front of Thor's hammer, looking at Tan Wenjie as he reached out to grab it.

Tan Wenjie didn't say anything, but encouraged him with his eyes.

That's it.

The hammer explodes with electricity the moment the little zombie raises it.

"Boom!"

A small black charcoal from an electric coke suddenly appeared on the spot.

The little zombie opened its mouth, and black smoke billowed out.

Seeing this, the others also took action, including Long Kui, who not only picked up the Divine Demon Sword but also grabbed the Golden Bow.

"Oh, and the water-avoiding beast," Tan Wenjie added, "Don't steal it while I'm drunk."

Everyone nodded, their eyes conveying that they would never forget.

After the spoils were divided, Tan Wenjie yawned and found a comfortable spot on the chair to lie down.

As the nectar flowed down his throat and its aroma filled his mouth, he did not suppress the drowsiness that washed over him. Instead, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

He fell asleep by the window, watching the mountain scenery change from autumn to winter, with the towering peaks covered in a blanket of white snow.

As the sun and moon alternate and the ice and snow melt, the bare tree trunks sprout new branches and buds.

After countless cycles of day and night, spring has officially arrived.

Tan Wenjie was still fast asleep when a monkey that could somersault rushed over anxiously.

"Senior brother, senior brother!"

"How dare you, monkey, make a racket here! If you disturb the master's rest, be careful, or you'll lose your monkey head!" A young boy carrying a sword rode the wind to meet him.

"I am your master's fellow disciple, and I have come today on important business."

“My master worships the Antarctic Immortal, and his fellow disciples are the White Crane Boy and the Deer Boy under the command of the Primordial Heavenly Lord. I have never heard of any monkeys.”

"It's expressive."

"..."

"The Monkey King, have you ever heard of him?"

"Oh." The little boy suddenly realized, then shook his head under the monkey's surprised and expectant gaze. "No."

More and more children came to intercept him, and the monkey was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.

Fortunately, a well-informed Taoist priest said, "Could it be the monkey who caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago?"

"It is indeed me!" The monkey breathed a sigh of relief, never expecting that his title of Great Sage Equaling Heaven would one day be useless.

"Master is resting and should not be disturbed. Great Sage, please give your orders. Master said that you are going to the Western Paradise to achieve enlightenment. If you come for help, you must help."

"Is there a black bear spirit in your cave?"

“I think I’ve heard of it,” a child said. “More than a hundred years ago, the master took that black bear spirit to Mount Ling to listen to the Buddha preach.”

"That's right, that's him!" Sun Wukong slapped his thigh excitedly. "That black bear demon is currently causing trouble in Guanyin Temple. He stole Master's cassock and even claims to be a disciple of Emperor Tan, having once gone to the Western Paradise to listen to the Buddha preach. You must quickly find a way to help me subdue him!"

It's not that we can't beat them, it's that they're too powerful; the monkey is no longer the same monkey it used to be.

“We’re not familiar with the Black Bear Spirit either.” Everyone shook their heads.

Then a Taoist priest said, "Great Sage, you can go to Mount Hua to invite the Third Holy Mother."

"The Third Holy Mother?"

"Back then, my master arranged for the Black Bear Spirit to guard Mount Hua."

"That's it, thank you."

The monkey somersaulted away.

But not long after, the monkey somersaulted to the Immortal Peak again.

Once or twice, it was too blatant, so he directly knocked aside the Taoist boy blocking his way and rushed in front of Tan Wenjie.

"Hmm~" Tan Wenjie rubbed his eyes.

It's true that I was asleep, but it's also true that I was pretending to have just woken up.

"Wukong, what brings you here?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"I encountered a troublesome monster. He is impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire. He can fly, disappear into the earth, and regenerate limbs. He also has a lot of magical treasures, especially a boot he is holding." The monkey gestured, "If you call out 'treasure,' the boot will turn into an eight-headed dragon."

Tan Wenjie exclaimed in surprise, "Then you really are unlucky."

"Yes, even my master was captured."

"Why aren't you rescuing Tang Sanzang? What are you doing here?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"I came to ask, where are your boots? And where is that mischievous little zombie next to you?"

"You're saying the little zombie captured Tang Sanzang?" Tan Wenjie asked, puzzled. "When did he start liking to eat fatty meat?"

Sun Wukong: "..."

Tan Wenjie stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll go with you. If we're too late, your master might already be drinking Meng Po's soup at the Bridge of Helplessness."

With one foot bare, he and Sun Wukong rode the clouds away from Thousand-Foot Immortal Peak.

I thought a long time had passed, but after asking carefully, I learned that Sun Wukong is still Tang Sanzang's personal bodyguard, and no other new members have joined.

Hidden in the clouds, Tan Wenjie looked down at the valley below.

The valley was desolate, with billowing black smoke rising from it, and in the very center there was a huge pool of water.

The alternation between hot and cold makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Senior brother, what are you waiting for?" Sun Wukong urged, "Hurry up and go catch that brat, then we'll give him a spanking when we get back."

"Hey, you don't know this, but my boot is no ordinary thing. It has been with me for many years. It once transformed into a carp, then a dragon in the mountains, and later absorbed the water demon beast nurtured by heaven and earth, transforming into eight heads. Let alone ordinary gods, even I would have to put in a lot of effort to do it myself."

Sun Wukong nodded; he had indeed experienced the power of that boot.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Go and challenge him. While you're fighting him, I'll snatch the boots back."

"Okay, let's do it!"

The monkeys went into the valley to challenge them.

"You brat, get out here right now!"

He had just finished shouting the first time and was about to shout it a second time when a figure wrapped in flames shot out and engaged Sun Wukong in battle.

The two objects collided with a clanging sound, causing the ground to shake violently.

Tan Wenjie, hiding in the clouds, appeared quite relaxed, and watching Sun Wukong rescue his master up close was rather interesting.

Perhaps the Sun Wukong in this world is too weak, because the little zombie was already locked in a fierce battle with Sun Wukong before even using the Dragon Shoes.

Seeing that things were going badly, the little zombie threw out its shoe.

The shoes transformed into eight heads in the wind, forming a dragon capable of blotting out the sky and swallowing the sun, with a dark cloud gathering above its head, where a large amount of water vapor converged.

The monkey yelled "Oh no!" and charged at the little zombie with its stick.

"boom!"

A dragon's head blocked its path, and after being smashed by the monkey's stick, another head pounced on it.

After being attacked and killed one after another, the monkey was exhausted.

"Hurry up and make your move!" the monkey shouted, turning its head.

Tan Wenjie reluctantly appeared from the clouds, casually made a hand gesture that he himself didn't know how he came up with, and shouted "Stop".

Then, the eight-headed dragons screamed in agony, transformed into shoes, flew towards Tan Wenjie, and put them on his right foot.

Seeing this, the little zombie seemed to have met its savior and immediately flew to Tan Wenjie's side.

"Wukong, hurry and save your master!"

"Thank you, thank you~"

Sun Wukong waved his hand and then rushed into the cave.

Upon entering, they found Tang Sanzang looking pale and emaciated.

There was only one chair in the entire cave, which was placed under Tang Sanzang's bottom.

Being too thin will surely make the monsters drool with regret.

That means I'll have to eat so many less bites.

"Master, are you alright?" Sun Wukong wanted to untie Tang Sanzang, but found that there was nothing binding him at all.

Tang Sanzang asked, "Wukong, have you investigated who he is, and why is he blocking our way here?"

“It was one of your master’s underlings who stole his boots and went out to become a mountain bandit.”

"I see. I hope that when Emperor Tan returns, he will discipline him strictly."

"..."

See through, don’t say through.

"Master, we should hurry on our way."

"Could we ask for alms first?"

"..."

Just as Tang Sanzang and his disciples continued their journey westward, Tan Wenjie flew across the sky with the little zombie, but their destination was not Qianren Immortal Peak.

He fell asleep, and his plan to pretend that he was drunk and his boots were accidentally stolen by a boy so he could escape and wreak havoc could only be used once. After all, what was stolen from him was not only his boots, but also his weapons, magical artifacts, and mount.

Find something to do, get busy and say you forgot – that's a good excuse.

There's a tacit understanding here, a tacit understanding between Tan Wenjie and Sun Wukong.

Some things you should see through but not say out loud.

Suddenly, Tan Wenjie's gaze stopped; he noticed that Gao Laozhuang was below.

"Huh? Where are the pigs?"

Tan Wenjie descended from the clouds. His relationship with Marshal Tianpeng was rather ordinary, and he hadn't originally planned to greet him.

But the absence of Pigsy puzzled him.

Upon arriving at Gao Laozhuang, Tan Wenjie made no attempt to conceal the divine aura emanating from him.

The ethereal aura immediately drew a group of people to kneel in worship.

"Immortal, what is this?" someone asked.

"I'm here to capture the pig demon."

"The pig demon? The pig demon was carried away by a group of people."

"Ok?"

If something goes wrong, even Pigsy (Zhu Bajie) can get lost. (End of Chapter)