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"Brother Monkey, these are different from what's written in the book," Pigsy whispered to Sun Wukong.

"We still have to compete."

Sun Wukong cleared his throat.

"Let's have a rain-making contest first!"

He has connections in the heavens, which no monster on the other side could possibly match.

Tiger Power Immortal asked in confusion, "Why should I compete with you in rainmaking?"

"Not praying for rain? Why aren't you following the script?" Pigsy said angrily, then turned to Sandy and said, "Old Sandy, stop me a little."

"Oh." Sha Wujing stepped forward and took Zhu Bajie's arm.

Pigsy started charging forward, yelling, "Believe it or not, we'll beat you up right here! Old Sandy, don't stop me... Hey, don't actually let go!"

Everyone: "..."

Sun Wukong knew all along that Pighead couldn't be trusted, so he asked, "What are you planning to compete in?"

"Thunder magic," Tiger Power Immortal said smugly.

"Thunder magic? Hahahaha!" Sun Wukong laughed loudly, "Do you even know who I, Old Sun, am?"

Tiger Power Immortal calmly looked at the monkey, as if he had never heard of it before.

“Alright, let’s have a contest!” Sun Wukong said. “Since it’s about summoning thunder, let’s see who can do it.”

He wanted to sever the illusion of Tiger Power Immortal from its very root.

After both parties nodded in agreement, they began setting up the incense table.

Tiger Power Immortal was busy preparing various offerings, while Sun Wukong stood calmly to the side, waiting to go to heaven to show his face after the ritual began.

"Brother Monkey, something seems off," Pigsy whispered a reminder.

"He may have learned the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, but I, Old Sun, know the immortals of the Thunder Department." Sun Wukong didn't care at all.

He can not only summon lightning, but also prevent Tiger Power Immortal from receiving any lightning.

So what if you know magic? Being a deity requires connections.

"No, Brother Monkey, look at the memorial tablet he set up."

Sun Wukong looked up and saw that the memorial tablet read "Marshal of the Divine Firmament, Commander of Thunder and Fiends." He then saw Tiger Power Immortal chanting incantations and wondered, "Why does this title sound so familiar?"

Sha Wujing, who had been silent all along, suddenly said, "I remember that Emperor Tan was once invited by the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation of Thunder to join the Thunder Department and serve as the Thunder God."

Sun Wukong: "..."

In just a short while, the sky had become covered with dark clouds.

"I, Old Sun, am going to Heaven to take a look." Sun Wukong's spirit left his body and headed straight for Heaven.

He saw Lei Cao, who was cultivating the clouds and spreading thunder, above the thick black clouds.

"You lot, wait a moment!" Sun Wukong called out.

"Greetings, Great Sage." Lei Cao and his men immediately bowed.

"I, Old Sun, am battling a tiger demon below, and we are going to compete to draw lightning. You must not assist this demon!"

“But…” Lei Cao hesitated.

"What, does what I, Old Sun, say not carry any weight?"

“But the tiger used orthodox thunder magic, and it was approved by the Marshal of the Divine Firmament Thunder Controlling Army.” Lei Cao said with difficulty, “Not just anyone can summon Emperor Tan’s thunder.”

Sun Wukong: "No lightning strikes allowed. If anything happens, I, Old Sun, will take responsibility."

Lei Cao hesitated: "This..."

"What, does my word not carry weight?" He pretended to raise his golden cudgel as if to strike.

“I dare not, but…” Lei Cao pointed down into the clouds again, “that tiger also requested a bolt of lightning from Zhongnan Mountain.”

"Which deity dwells in Zhongnan Mountain?"

“You may not know this, but back in the Shang Dynasty, before the Heavenly Court conferred the titles of gods, there was no Thunder Department. There was a Thunder General Star with two wings of wind and thunder on his back, named Lei Zhenzi,” Lei Cao said. “That tiger followed Lei Zhenzi to learn thunder magic. If he wanted to summon thunder, even the Thunder Department couldn’t stop him.”

Sun Wukong: "..."

Having connections is great, but the most important thing in cultivating immortality is your own strength.

In just a short while, the thunder had already struck.

When Sun Wukong's primordial spirit returned to his body, he was met with the inquiring gazes of his fellow disciples.

"This tiger has some connection with Brother Jie."

Pigsy: "It's him again!"

Tang Sanzang: "Amitabha."

Sha Wujing: "..."

"I'm going to Kunlun Mountain," Sun Wukong said. "The battle of magic will depend on you all from now on."

Pigsy: "Us?"

He's a master at slacking off, but not very skilled at hard work.

In the blink of an eye, the monkey became motionless again, seemingly having once again left its body.

Tiger Power Immortal, having secured his first victory, quickly advanced the match.

“My brother is the Great Immortal Yangli.” He pointed to the goatee-bearded Taoist priest standing to the side, bleating and sticking out his tongue, with his left eye on guard and his right eye on watch. “He can drink water with you.”

The three disciples: "Huh?"

Pigsy: "Why don't we have a contest of boiling oil?"

Tiger Power Immortal: "My brother is just a little silly, not really stupid. What if he gets fried in oil?"

"..."

The group argued vehemently, engaging in a verbal battle on the spot, while the master and his disciples hoped that Sun Wukong would quickly bring their savior.

Even if Sun Wukong could travel 108,000 li in one somersault, it would still take him many traversings to get from here to Kunlun Mountain.

……

Kunlun Mountains.

Tan Wenjie had just finished inspecting the product line of the furnace-guarding Taoists, and also looked at the refining of standard magic weapons and the modifications made to the Shadow Secret Realm by Silly Girl 009, before returning covered in frost and snow.

Autumn has arrived in the blink of an eye, turning the fallen leaves red.

As soon as he landed, a bewitching and wickedly beautiful female demon gracefully approached.

"Your Majesty~" x2
It was Princess Wansheng and the Jade-Faced Fox Spirit who helped Tan Wenjie remove his outer robe and warmed his hands, showing them the utmost thoughtfulness.

Beauty should not have a template; rather, each piece should have its own unique characteristics.

"How are you getting used to life in the Kunlun Mountains?" Tan Wenjie turned around and sat down in a chair, tea already served in front of him.

The jade-faced fox spirit exhaled a delicate fragrance and said softly, "Thanks to the Emperor, everything is fine."

Princess Wansheng then raised her hand to massage Tan Wenjie's shoulders: "Your Majesty must have had a hard time on this trip."

"Hahaha." Tan Wenjie raised his hand and pulled the Jade-Faced Fox Spirit and Princess Wansheng into his arms.

"Ah~" x2
Two soft cries.

They blushed and nestled in Tan Wenjie's arms.

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and gently hooked Princess Wansheng's chin: "You are different from Princess Yumian, looking at me with that condescending gaze."

"Yes." Princess Wansheng was very obedient and tried her best to adjust her gaze.

Barely satisfactory.

The princess of the Wild Dragon King is vastly different from the princess of the heavens.

It's barely usable.

This kind of life is something even the gods wouldn't trade.

Suddenly Tan Wenjie paused.

"But I am a god."

He gets all the good things.

"Senior Brother!"

Tan Wenjie paused in the movement of his hands.

"..."

Why is that spoilsport monkey here again?

The two female demons left obediently, and after helping Tan Wenjie tidy his clothes, they departed. "Bang!"

Sun Wukong pushed open the door and plopped down on Tan Wenjie's desk, picking up the teapot and chugging water into his mouth.

"Wukong, why aren't you escorting Tang Sanzang on his journey to the West? What are you doing here?"

"Senior brother, we're stuck in Chechi Kingdom and can't get out," Sun Wukong asked. "Have you ever raised a tiger?"

"too much."

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and pointed out a circle.

"Do you see any monsters outside?"

"It's a yellow-skinned tiger, skilled in thunder magic, and it seems to be cultivating in Zhongnan Mountain," Sun Wukong explained.

"Now that you mention it, it seems so." Tan Wenjie picked up his teacup and covered half of his face.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but complain: "You lost your shoes, your attendant, and your pet tiger, and you don't know anything about it?"

“That’s because you haven’t seen anything more outrageous than me,” Tan Wenjie retorted.

Laozi lost his two attendants, his gourd, his bottle, and even his belt, yet he knew nothing about it.

"Quickly help me subdue that yellow tiger so that Master can continue his journey west."

“I’m not going.” Tan Wenjie shook his head. “This is your journey to the West to obtain the scriptures, not mine. You come to me every time there’s trouble. I’d rather escort Tang Sanzang to Mount Ling myself.”

Sun Wukong whispered, "I'll let you know in advance when we arrive at the Women's Kingdom."

"Wukong, in your eyes, am I that kind of person?"

"The Seventh Princess, the Third Holy Mother, the Fourth Princess of the East Sea Dragon Palace, and just now there was a dragon demon and a fox spirit, and..." Sun Wukong counted on his fingers.

Others couldn't see it clearly, but he had been suppressed for five hundred years and had nothing to do, so he pondered it on his own. Some of the fog was cleared away, allowing him to see it very clearly.

"I'm not some nobody who can be threatened," Tan Wenjie waved his hand dismissively. "Go ahead and say it!"

Whether the fairies believe it or not, Tan Wenjie is not afraid.

Some relationships can't be brought into the open, and some only remain at the stage of exchanging glances; neither of us has the right to question ourselves.

"Senior brother, that's not what I meant." Seeing that his threats had failed, Sun Wukong reached out and tugged at his sleeve, saying, "Your yellow-skinned tiger is too difficult to deal with. He won't even give me face. How can the important matter of the journey to the West be delayed? This matter cannot be left unattended without you."

"Hmm." Tan Wenjie nodded in satisfaction. "Indeed, in that case, I will go with you."

Sun Wukong was overjoyed, having known all along that Tan Wenjie was a docile donkey.

The monkey bowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, senior brother."

"Ahem, Wukong, that Women's Kingdom..."

"Don't worry, senior brother. As soon as we reach the Women's Kingdom, I will send you a message. With your looks, you are a hundred times more handsome than my master. You will surely win the heart of the beauty."

"What are you saying?" Tan Wenjie corrected him sternly. "If you have any trouble in the future, just come to me. After all, I'm your senior brother."

"Thank you, senior brother!"

If Sun Wukong heard that, he would definitely not hold back.

The two flew to Chechi Kingdom on clouds. Standing on the clouds and looking down, they saw a silly-looking Taoist priest with a goatee drinking water with his butt sticking out.

Not far away, Pigsy lay on the ground with his belly round and plump, while Sandy drank water in large gulps, seemingly in a battle of attrition.

Sun Wukong's spirit returned to his body, and he curiously squatted down next to Zhu Bajie, poking his round belly with his hand: "Bajie, what's wrong with you two?"

"Drink water, oh my, who knew that goatee could drink so much!" Pigsy said as he spat out water.

"Hahaha." Sun Wukong patted his stomach and laughed.

Pigsy was furious: "You lowly stable boy, can't you even pat your own belly! Ugh—"

"I can't take it anymore!" Sha Wujing shouted.

Seeing that Sha Wujing was also about to collapse, Sun Wukong looked up at the clouds.

It's time to close the net; continuing this stalemate is pointless.

The clouds parted, and a golden light descended.

Everyone looked up and saw a handsome man dressed in a simple black robe descending on white clouds, with a golden merit wheel behind him and his body enveloped in a gentle light.

Celestial music played, accompanied by a crackling sound.

Upon seeing this, the King of Chechi and his people immediately knelt down and kowtowed, shouting "Greetings, immortals!" and "Immortal spirits!"

"Did you hear that?" Pigsy, having vomited out most of the water and regained his strength, got up. "I think I heard music."

Sun Wukong nodded: "I heard it, and I saw it too."

He could see clearly that there was a huge speaker behind Tan Wenjie, hidden in the clouds.

"Click."

Tan Wenjie casually turned off the stereo.

When deities make their entrance, grandeur and dazzling displays are important, but music is also essential; otherwise, it's not suitable for mortals to imagine.

The sound system requires no magic and can be heard throughout the entire venue; it's simple and energy-efficient.

Hearing with your ears is more useful than hearing with your mind, lest some people think it's an illusion.

"You all, why don't you quickly revert to your original forms now that you've seen me?"

As Tan Wenjie spoke, Tiger Power Immortal knelt on the ground and transformed into a yellow tiger, while Sheep Power Immortal, who was gulping down water, bleated and transformed back into Rain Worker Sheep.

"Boom!" "Boom!" The ground shook violently as the rain-working sheep ran.

Pigsy's eyes widened: "It's that beast!"

No wonder I can't drink as much as it; it can even drink the Weak Water.

The tiger and the sheep returned to Tan Wenjie's side.

"Now that this matter is settled, I shall depart."

Tan Wenjie waved his hand and rode away on a cloud.

The people from Chechi Kingdom who were waiting below to watch the competition and have fun got up with little interest, as if they had been reading an unfinished eunuch novel.

That's it? The most exciting part hasn't even started yet. The four pilgrims won without a fight because they had no opponents.

The Tang Monk and his disciples had no obstacles in obtaining their travel documents, but the King of Chechi Kingdom was disappointed that he hadn't had enough of the sights.

Above the clouds.

Tan Wenjie looked at Huang Pihu and praised him, "You did a good job."

It is truly commendable that they survived such a difficult ordeal without losing their lives.

"I must thank you for your guidance, sir."

"My guidance did indeed play a significant role."

"Yes."

"When you go back, do you want to become an immortal, or continue cultivating?"

"I am willing to continue my cultivation."

"Go and cultivate in a small cave on Mount Kunlun. You can go and listen to lectures and discussions on the first and fifteenth of each month."

"Thank you, sir."

Uninterested in fame or fortune, Huang Pihu's future will be the same as Lei Zhenzi's: becoming a hermit in the deep mountains, cultivating until the end of time. However, unlike Lei Zhenzi, he will most likely be reincarnated when his lifespan ends in a certain year.

Some people are born to cultivate themselves and should not be bound by worldly fame and fortune.

"The mission is almost complete." Tan Wenjie roughly calculated that he had encountered several tribulations related to himself, so he wouldn't have to wade into the waters of the Journey to the West again.

"But then again, the monkey promised me that he would send me a message when we arrived at the Women's Kingdom."

I'm not lustful; I'm just curious about what the Queen of the Women's Kingdom looks like in this world.

If we were to say which one best represents the image of a classical beauty in Tan Wenjie's mind, it would undoubtedly be the Queen of the Women's Kingdom in the 86 TV series.

My thoughts have already returned to the Kunlun Mountains.

"Your Majesty~" x2
Two female demons came to greet them once again.

The part that was previously disconnected can now be reconnected.

Tan Wenjie waved his hand to drive away the yellow tiger, then put his arm around the slender waists of the two female demons and strode into the cave.

Severing all emotions and love? Then what's the point of cultivating immortality? It can't be just to become an immortal eunuch, can it?

"Your Majesty, please have mercy on me."

"No, that's not possible." (End of Chapter)