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There are two major unsolved mysteries in Journey to the West.

First, who first spread the rumor that eating Tang Sanzang's flesh could grant immortality?

Second, the name of Sha Wujing.

Having never been the main character before, Sha Wujing was a little unaccustomed to it, but he still answered the question actively: "Your Majesty, my name is Sha Wujing."

“That’s a Buddhist name, not a real name.” Tan Wenjie pointed to the monkey and pig watching the commotion nearby. “Sun Wukong, Zhu Wuneng.”

"Sha Wujing?"

“His name is Tang Seng.” Tan Wenjie pointed at Tang Sanzang. “Seng is not a name, it’s your profession.”

"Sha Wujing (Sandy)."

"That's called a nickname."

"sand……"

Sha Wujing stammered, realizing he had never thought about this before—he didn't even have a name!
“Having already entered the Buddhist order, Wujing, why seek trouble for yourself?” Tang Sanzang said calmly.

"Yes, don't take it to heart," Tan Wenjie comforted him.

It's all because of your question just now, yet you're pretending to be a good person.

Tan Wenjie suddenly exclaimed, "Hey!" and raised his index finger, making a flash of inspiration: "I've thought of a way to find out your name."

“Your Majesty, please speak,” Sha Wujing said immediately.

"Let me check your Book of Life and Death."

"..."

Ultimately, the true name of Sha Wujing remains a mystery. Now that the King of Wuji Kingdom has been saved, the next step is to subdue the monsters inside and allow Tang Sanzang and his disciples to continue their journey. This is basically just a formality.

Because he was so familiar with "Journey to the West", even Pigsy's laziness on the journey became much more formulaic.

Having a travel guide can significantly reduce the anticipation for the upcoming trip.

Before they could even set off, the commotion caused by Tan Wenjie and Sun Wukong's sudden descent from the sky had attracted the attention of the lion monster.

A cloud of auspiciousness, deliberately disguised as a demon cloud, drifted by. After all, it was the mount of Manjushri Bodhisattva, flying around in golden light every day, so it was still a bit unfamiliar with pretending to be a demon.

"It's you!"

The other party had just parted from the clouds when they saw Tan Wenjie and their eyes widened in surprise.

The mounts of gods and Buddhas are fearless, but they are most afraid of Tan Wenjie. He will arrange for the mounts to crossbreed and breed wildly. It is said that the divine beasts during the Investiture of the Gods suffered terribly and were exhausted to the point of being skin and bones.

Unlike other mounts, the Lion-like Monster witnessed Tan Wenjie threatening the Spotted Leopard to castrate it during the Investiture of the Gods war, even though the Lion-like Monster had already been castrated.

If the madman who dared to rub salt into his own wounds were to meet again, the Lion Monster would probably kick his broken leg repeatedly.

"So it's you, my green lion. It's been a thousand years since we last met."

Tan Wenjie found it strange, because in this world, Manjushri Bodhisattva and Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun should be independent entities.

Or perhaps something else has changed during this period.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." The lion-like monster acted decisively, immediately kneeling down and transforming back into a blue lion.

Sun Wukong, having been imprisoned for five hundred years, is worldly-wise; Zhu Bajie is inherently lazy; Tang Sanzang doesn't kill; and Sha Wujing... In short, they can continue living in their own hands. But if they fall into Tan Wenjie's hands, they might very well be on the fast track to reincarnation.

Even if Manjushri Bodhisattva himself came to bail him out, Tan Wenjie could still refuse to give him any face.

Everyone: "..."

They were somewhat envious of how useful face was.

No one cared about the happy ending of the King of Wuji Kingdom making dumplings, and the four disciples, who were well-versed in "Journey to the West", set off on their journey with little interest.

"Master, the journey to the West is quite easy. Is this considered a difficulty?"

"Don't worry, Ganglie."

"Master, why don't you drive? The white dragon horse is a bit slow."

"Wukong, don't say that. Ao Lie is the Third Prince after all, and he knows the way. I won't drive while I'm tired."

“Master, we left in too much of a hurry and forgot to beg for alms in Wuji Kingdom.”

"Sha...uh."

Sha Wujing: "Master, you can just call me Wujing."

Tang Sanzang: "I have always treated everyone equally."

Sha Wujing said bitterly, "You just don't like that I don't have a name."

"Amitabha, monks do not lie. Ganglie, your master needs water." Tang Sanzang selectively ignored this.

Pigsy immediately said, "Master, you're here!"

Sha Wujing: "..."

So what if I don't have a name?

Suddenly, a thought struck him: "Wait a minute, the eldest brother is called Sun Wukong, but he doesn't have a real name; it's a Buddhist name."

"Wrong, Sun Wukong is my name." Sun Wukong said smugly, "That's what it says in the Book of Life and Death."

Sha Wujing: "..."

Since the four members of the Tang Monk's group began their journey westward, many deities have been watching over them along the way.

It's only been a little over ten days, and the gods are bored every day.

On this day, the four of them arrived at a place where the road ahead was smooth, but they heard the sound of rushing water.

After walking for a long time, they came to see a vast and boundless river.

The black water in the river surged and crashed against each other, forming waves that looked even more ferocious than the waves over the rocks.

"Wukong, this river is so dangerous, quickly see if there are any boatmen." Tang Sanzang dismounted from his horse.

Turning around, he saw Pigsy frantically flipping through "Journey to the West" at the last minute.

He immediately reminded him: "Pigsy!"

"Master, according to the book, what we're going to encounter next is..."

After meeting Tang Sanzang's calm eyes, Zhu Bajie obediently put the book away, but muttered to himself, "Knowing what's going to happen next, it's always good to be careful. There are already so many things that are different from what's in the book. What if you really get stewed?"

"It seems there's a boatman."

An old man poled his boat closer to the surging river.

"Are you elders going to cross the river?" the old man asked with a smile.

Tang Sanzang and his disciples, along with their horse: "..."

"Amitabha." Tang Sanzang put his hands together, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. In the end, he could only say, "Wukong, you speak."

Monks do not tell lies.

He can't very well say that he read this passage in a book.

"Master, it's time for you to board the ship," Sun Wukong said expressionlessly.

Tang Sanzang suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Wukong?"

"Cross the river."

"I am your master."

"It's expressive."

“You made a vow before the Bodhisattva.”

"We're on our pilgrimage, and we're in a hurry."

Tang Sanzang took a deep breath, and under the expectant gaze of the old boatman, he lifted his foot to board the boat, but suddenly pulled his foot back to the shore.

The old man's eyes instantly filled with disappointment.

"Ganglie, Sha... hey you, why don't you come aboard with me?"

Sha Wujing: "..."

Pigsy shook his head: "I'll help you lead the horse."

"What about Wukong?" Tang Sanzang turned to look at Sun Wukong.

"Alright, everyone get on the boat," Sun Wukong said helplessly.

Everyone knows how the story has progressed, but Tang Sanzang is still dawdling and wasting too much time.

The old man shook his head: "My boat is too small; it can't carry many people at once."

"Then let Wukong accompany me first," Tang Sanzang said.

Fortunately, the old man did not refuse this time.

"This river is called the Blackwater River. It is said that more than a thousand years ago, there was a river dragon king who was bullying people here. He angered the local thunder god and lightning goddess, and then a hammer fell from the sky..." The old man's eyes shone with admiration as he talked about this.

Sun Wukong scratched his head: "Is the hammer square, with a short handle, so that it can fly back after being thrown, and can also generate electricity?"

"You know about this too?" the old man asked in surprise. "I think I know the Thunder God you're talking about, but I've never heard of the Lightning Goddess."

Tang Sanzang, who was sitting cross-legged to the side, coughed.

"Let me tell you," the old man said, suddenly intrigued, pulling Sun Wukong aside to tell him the legend of the Thunder God. "Back when this place was flooded, he saved countless lives..."

"I've heard of that before, but unfortunately, I, Old Sun, hadn't yet popped out of the crack in the rock back then."

The two hit it off as they talked.

"Cough cough." Tang Sanzang coughed twice more.

Sun Wukong and the old man turned their heads at the same time.

"Master, is your throat sore?"

"Wukong, this river... we're almost on the other side."

"I didn't expect we'd chat for so long," Sun Wukong remarked.

Tang Monk: "..."

Is that what he meant? We're almost ashore, and if this monster disguised as a fisherman doesn't make a move soon, he'll have even less chance to catch me once we're on land.

Seeing that Sun Wukong did not understand his meaning, Tang Sanzang had no choice but to take a few steps closer to the old man so that he could grab him with his hand.

"This humble monk comes from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East, and is on his way to the Western Paradise to worship Buddha and seek scriptures."

"Oh." The old man waved his hand dismissively, then turned to Sun Wukong and continued, "I heard they're a couple, did you know that?"

Sun Wukong shook his head: "Never heard of it, but those two are always together, there must be something going on."

Tang Sanzang: "Let me tell you a secret, eating my flesh will grant you immortality."

"..."X2
"My flesh can truly live forever."

We're only one zhang away from the shore.

The old man suddenly perked up and slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot the important matter."

He looked warily at Sun Wukong, only to find that Sun Wukong had somehow shrunk to the stern of the boat, and then a figure bumped into his arms.

Old man: ?

This was the first time I'd ever been embraced by a monk.

Tang Sanzang instructed, "Amitabha, benefactor, please put your hand on my shoulder."

The old man nodded blankly, then obediently placed his hand on Tang Sanzang's shoulder and asked, "And then?"

"Then, you hold your hand like you're grasping something, yes, like that, and then put it on my throat, but don't press too hard, I'm going to scream."

The old man nodded: "Oh, and then?"

Tang Sanzang raised his hand and waved it frantically: "Wukong, save me! Save me!"

Old man: "?!"

Sun Wukong, standing at the stern of the boat, shouted, "Monster, don't run away!"

The old man instinctively grabbed Tang Sanzang and plunged into the water. As the black river surged, after a series of bubbling sounds, the two disappeared from sight.

"Finally, they're gone," Sun Wukong exclaimed.

He flew back to the shore and saw Pigsy eating vegetarian food, Sandy picking his fingers, and the White Dragon Horse studying the effects of dragon urine on plant growth.

"Senior Brother, shouldn't we save Master?"

“You go and challenge them! That monster disguised himself as a fisherman to deceive us. It’s really despicable!” Sun Wukong stamped his foot. “I’ll go find Emperor Tan. This demon knows him. Maybe only he can subdue the monster.”

"Alright, it's our turn to go on stage."

Pigsy took out his rake.

He's quite adept at going through the motions, as long as he doesn't push himself too hard.

Sun Wukong somersaulted and rode the clouds to Kunlun Mountain.

At the towering Immortal Peak, Daoist disciples in robes practiced their swordplay.

Someone recognized Sun Wukong and came forward to greet him: "Great Sage Sun, are you here to see the master?"

"Yes, where is your husband?"

"If we are not in the underworld at this moment, then we have gone to Mount Hua again."

"I'm going to take a look at Mount Hua."

The monkey had no choice but to turn around and continue on its way. This time it didn't miss its target. Tan Wenjie was indeed with the Third Holy Mother, and the two of them were squatting in front of a game console, playing games.

"Brother!"

"Why are you here?" Tan Wenjie put down the game controller.

Yang Chan, who had completely evolved into a seasoned homebody, also turned her head and called out "Sun Wukong" on her own initiative.

"My master has been captured by a monster, and that monster is related to you."

"And it concerns me again?"

"When the four of us arrived at the Blackwater River, we encountered a fisherman who was skilled in disguise. He kept saying how much he admired you. Now that he has captured my master, I want you to help me subdue him."

"Oh, the Blackwater River." Tan Wenjie turned to look at Yang Chan.

She nodded, "We haven't been there in a long time."

"So, are you two the Thunder God and Lightning Goddess?" Sun Wukong scratched his head.

"They're just making things up."

Tan Wenjie stood up.

He never expected that he would have such die-hard fans.

Yang Chan, who had been staying at home for a long time, also got up and planned to go and take a look, as if it were a return to familiar places.

The three of them flew out of Mount Hua again, and their journey back and forth to the Blackwater River took quite a while.

When you arrive, you can still see Pigsy and Sandy arguing on the water.

The two have a wealth of experience in slacking off, and it seems they've been quite lazy lately.

"Wait, let me see."

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and grabbed, and the water flowed apart.

"What kind of monster is in the Blackwater River? Why don't you come and kneel before me at once?"

Pigsy and Sandy, who were standing to the side, felt an overwhelming surge of magical power pressing down on them. They kept retreating to create distance and avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Looking at Tan Wenjie again, all that remained in his eyes was horror.

The monster in the water rushed out upon hearing the sound; it was a crocodile dragon.

"Who are you?"

"So it was you." Tan Wenjie said to Sun Wukong when he saw Tuolong. "Wukong, I do have some connection with him. Back then, Emperor Li Shimin was harassed by a dragon ghost and went to the underworld. He asked me to judge the matter. His father was the Jinghe Dragon King. He was beheaded for violating heavenly rules. After his death, he begged me for mercy, worried about his orphaned son and widow, and hoped that I could take care of his son Tuolong."

"who are you?"

The little alligator dragon looked at Tan Wenjie, its imposing aura no longer as strong.

"I am Tan Wenjie. Have you heard of me?"

"You are the Heavenly Guardian General of the Mysterious Flood Dragon, the Celestial Mighty Spirit of the Great Emperor of Fengdu..."

Hearing the other person rattle off his name like a tongue twister, Tan Wenjie's brow twitched.

This is truly the first time I've encountered a brainless fan.

"Little Dragon greets Your Majesty!"

The little alligator dragon knelt down and kowtowed.

It truly is a lineage that has been passed down through generations.

Tan Wenjie asked, "I'm asking you, why aren't you staying in Xihai? What brings you here to act so arrogantly?"

"Your Majesty, after my mother died, I heard that you had appeared here, so I came here to cultivate."

His response was obedient, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration for Tan Wenjie.

He was so easy to talk to that even Sun Wukong, who was standing nearby, felt embarrassed to swing his staff.

"Alright, your father wants you to come with me so he can teach you properly. You can come with me for now."

Seeing the little alligator nod repeatedly, Tan Wenjie said, "Hurry up and release them."

"Yes!" the little alligator dragon nodded quickly.

Sun Wukong: "..."

He was even a little envious of how useful face was. (End of Chapter)