Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 268 A broken heart
"That is... the Old Mother of Lishan?"

Hu Qinghua had a good eye; although she had never seen her before, she still guessed the old woman's identity.

Tang Xuanci didn't answer, but suddenly said:
"Wukong, transform a grand piano for your master."

Hu Qinghua and Bai Shanjun were baffled, but they saw his potato-shaped face and uneven eyes undergo a visible change, instantly transforming into a chiseled face and star-like eyes.

"And help me change this shabby clothes into a suit, the dapper kind."

He added another sentence, his gaze fixed unblurred, staring directly at the face of the old woman of Lishan.

"Oh?" The monkey followed his gaze, its bright eyes darting around, then licked the ice cream off its lips and did as he was told.

"Clang~ Doremi Lashifa Shuttle—"

A grand piano struck the ground with a thud, producing a string of clear notes; a gray-black suit fit his strong, handsome physique perfectly, exuding a dashingly dapper charm!

Tang Xuanci lit a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette, picked up the piano with one hand, and headed towards the Old Mother of Lishan.

Hu Qinghua looked on in astonishment, "What is he going to do? Is he... going to find the Old Mother of Lishan?"

Bai Shanjun knew a little about Tang Xuanci borrowing the Golden Elixir, and replied, "I heard my aunt say that my grandfather seems to have some connection with the Holy Mother of Lishan."

The monkey said speechlessly:
"They weren't friends, they were having an affair. But they've fallen out now. Sigh, I, Old Sun, should go and check on them, lest that old hag kills him in a fit of rage."

Ah this?

They had an affair, broke up, and it escalated to the point of life and death. How explosive must this emotional entanglement be?
Hu Qinghua glanced at the monkey, who didn't seem to be joking, and then at her white-haired mother. Her brain was about to shut down; she simply couldn't imagine what it would be like to be with her beloved brother.

On the other side, Lishan Old Mother, who had been heartbroken for over 300 days, was slowly descending the cloud ladder.

Below, a bustling crowd of immortals and demons gathered, but she neither saw nor heard them.

A pair of aged eyes, yet with a dim, divine light, gazed absently at the mountain horizon.

The sky was gray and seemed to have lost its color.

Suddenly!

A familiar yet unfamiliar melody drifted over, like a clear spring flowing over stones, rippling through her heart and resonating quietly with her emotions.

Looking back suddenly, I saw a man sitting on a high place right next to the Lishan Group's exhibition area.

Her two jade-like lips gently held the cigarette, and her ten jade-like fingers lightly touched the keyboard.

From afar, it shines like the rising sun at dawn; up close, it glows like a lotus emerging from clear water.

Ah this?

It's him!

The girl's heart, which had been yearning for a thousand years, suddenly fluttered, startling even the aging old rabbit.

Her shriveled lips parted into an "o" shape, revealing her pink tongue and nasal cavity.

Her gaze was already glued to the man's face, completely mesmerized.

In fact, it wasn't just her; at this moment, the transvestites around her also widened their pupils, involuntarily stopping what they were doing and pausing their words, stunned by the sudden appearance of the devilish muscular monk.

After the intro, a deep and sexy voice appears perfectly timed, without any technique, only emotion.

"The sky, which has been overcast for so long, still holds your smile. I've cried, but I can't bury my guilt..."

Lishan Old Mother's heart pounded again, now completely certain that this shameless scoundrel who cheated her out of money, sex, and feelings was singing to her.

Could it be that he... truly loves me?

Did he, like me, gaze at the blue sky and white clouds for those 308 days and nights but see no color?
Did he really feel indebted to me, and even cry?

Countless onlookers, unaware of the reason, couldn't understand why the "Devil Muscle Monk" was making such a bizarre move, only feeling that he was... truly incredibly cool!
Countless males looked on with a mixture of surprise, amazement, and a touch of emotion.

Countless females, their eyes filled with a mixture of passion, alluring desire, and longing to enter.

Even Hu Qinghua and Bai Shanjun were mesmerized and captivated by the song. However, the thought that it was written for the Old Mother of Lishan made them feel a little overwhelmed.

Among them was Princess Wansheng, who had been longing for demonic muscles. She had originally just come along with an elder from her clan who managed the business to join in the fun, but unexpectedly discovered a delightful surprise.

The nine-headed prince consort who accompanied her turned incredibly gloomy, a surge of old and new grudges and nameless rage welling up inside him. He wanted nothing more than to rush over and smash Tang Xuanci's piano. "I press the keys, revisiting the tenderness you gave me..."

The clear words and phrases awakened the lingering memories of the Old Mother of Lishan, delivering a tsunami-like emotional blow.

No one spoke in the square anymore; all the transvestites watched his performance in silence.

With a deafeningly loud cry that seemed to destroy the three realms—"I ↑↑↑↑↑↑!"—the entire venue erupted in chaos!

Among them were many highly skilled immortals and demons, all of whom were reminded of their past, hearing the echoes of their husbands abandoning their wives and children, their wives running off with immortals, and their beloved wives marrying the local earth god...

Of all the weapons in the world, the past is the most deadly.

It hurts...it hurts so much!

Even those skilled in music, despite their strong aversion to Tang Xuanci, this wicked monk, had no choice but to exclaim in disbelief and call this piece of music:

"The deepest affection in the Three Realms."

After the song ended, my heart was broken; the silence of the entire audience spoke volumes.

Who wept the most in the arena? Princess Wansheng's dress was soaked.

"Crack! Bang!"

After some time, Tang Xuanci lit another cigarette with a lighter.

He took a deep breath, exhaling hormones and smoke together, before casually glancing at the Old Mother of Lishan.

The old mother stood frozen in place, and the moment their eyes met, a ripple clearly appeared in her hazy eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

In the square, some observant people had already noticed that there seemed to be some unseen connection between the two.

Good heavens, a handsome man in his early twenties and a woman thousands of years old, it's like a basketball and a chicken, even with the boldest ideas, it's hard to connect them.

Yet, at this very moment, they were creating a strange and ambiguous atmosphere together.

Seeing this, even though she didn't know the details of their feud, Hu Qinghua put herself in the shoes of the Old Mother of Lishan and felt that she would probably choose to forgive them.

Even Sun Wukong, the stone monkey, felt that there was hope. He thought to himself that this rogue monk really knew how to deal with females. From menarche to menopause, as long as there was a scripture, he could handle it. It was really the right decision for Buddha and Guanyin to ask him to obtain the scriptures!

Seven seconds, eight seconds, nine seconds.

Just as the conditions for the ten-second rule were about to be met, the Old Mother of Lishan seemed to suddenly come to her senses. Her trembling eyes sharpened, and she coldly shouted:

"Where did this stinking monk come from? Daring to act like a hooligan in front of the celestial abode, flaunting these lewd and obscene songs! Go and smash his broken piano!"

His words were sharp as thunder, abruptly shattering the ambiguous atmosphere.

Zhenzhen Ailian seemed to awaken from a dream, and hesitated for a moment.

But the two masked men in black robes standing next to the carriage immediately drew their swords and flew over, smashing the Bechstein piano to pieces.

Ah this?

Seeing this, everyone's expressions became even stranger, and they felt even more strongly that there must be something going on between the two of them.

Tang Xuanci ignored the knife that was splitting the piano without even blinking.

But when the monkey saw that someone had smashed the thing he had created by consuming one of his divine hairs, he was instantly enraged and rolled up his trousers, ready to fly over and kick the two people.

"Goku."

Tang Xuanci stopped it in time, said nothing more, withdrew his scorching gaze that could evaporate the moisture from a woman's body, jumped off the ground, and turned to leave.

He left behind only a dashing yet melancholic silhouette.

Old Mother Lishan was prepared to lose her temper, and was even worried about what others would think of her if she got into a fight with this scoundrel in front of everyone.
Unexpectedly, after he came and caused this mess, he left without saying a word.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside me—a sense of relief mixed with a surge of inexplicable anger, a vague sense of loss, and a touch of sadness... a tangled mess that was impossible to unravel.

The vast square was in an uproar, with everyone discussing what had happened.
(End of this chapter)