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Chapter 113 I am the most famous demon in history!
Before Chen Guangrui even stepped into the rugged valley where the mischievous monkey was suppressed, a loud and unreasonable voice boomed in like thunder.
"Buddha, I am your great-grandfather!"

Immediately following was a barrage of curses.

"You bald, hairless monk, you've resorted to underhanded tricks to ambush your grandpa Sun! If you've got the guts, let go of this broken stone and let's fight face to face, swords and spears! What kind of skill is it to have been pressing down on my old Sun for six hundred years? Bah, you call yourself Buddha, you're just a despicable scoundrel..."

The sound was like raging waves crashing against the shore, echoing repeatedly in the valley, causing pebbles to fall and birds to take flight in fright.

Chen Guangrui, with his unremarkable mountain dweller face, peered out from behind the rocks. Beneath the massive Five Finger Mountain, the familiar monkey head still peeked out, its golden eyes blazing with fire, its fur slightly dull yet exuding an untamed spirit.

The Thunder God was spewing spittle, belittling the revered Buddha of the Western Paradise to nothing, his words so crude and biting that they were astonishing.

Just then, before Chen Guangrui could hide any longer,
The monkey's astonishingly bright golden eyes had already locked onto this ordinary, stubborn rock. Its sharp snout grinned, revealing undisguised mockery and a hint of impatient provocation.
"Hiding your head and showing your tail again, you coward! Did you get envious or just hot-headed after seeing your grandfather scolding Buddha? Come out here! Stop hiding, you're obviously no good!"

Although Chen Guangrui had made a simple change to his appearance, he still couldn't escape the monkey's sharp eyes.

Chen Guangrui emerged from behind the rocks. Although the monkey recognized him, he maintained his original appearance.
"Great Sage, you're in high spirits. I heard you haven't been cursing to yourself like this for a while, but you've remembered this skill again today?"

"A special skill?" The monkey snorted, its eyes filled with disdain as if it were looking at a troublesome insect at its feet.

“To deal with that Buddha, cursing is too lenient! What, you little brat, dare to come to your grandpa Sun and ask for a beating? I, old Sun, am so thirsty from cursing you here that even a sneeze could kill you ten or eight times over. Get out of here and stop making a racket.”

He launched into another unforgiving tirade, spittle flying from his mouth, carrying the characteristic irritability of a monkey.

Chen Guangrui ignored him, and only asked one more question.
"After being suppressed for six hundred years, it seems the Great Sage is still as tough as ever, and has not yielded an inch?"

"Give in?" The monkey laughed as if it had heard the funniest joke in the world, its head bobbing wildly among the rocks.
"Haha, I, Old Sun, was born without knowing how to write the word 'fear,' let alone how many strokes the character 'fear' has."

"Buddha? Jade Emperor? What are they! You call that old Buddha over here, let him stick out his fat face and see what happens! Even if I, Old Sun, only have one head that can move, I'll still bite off a piece of his flesh! If I get out, hehe, that old Jade Emperor won't be able to sit firmly on the throne of the Lingxiao Palace in the Heavenly Court anymore!"

The soaring ambition and unbridled wildness in his words have not been diminished by the weight of six hundred years of mountain rocks.

Chen Guangrui nodded, "It seems that although the Five Elements Mountain is heavy, it cannot suppress the Great Sage Equaling Heaven's proud spirit, nor extinguish the fire in your heart."

"Of course!" the monkey proudly raised its head.
"Go ask around the world, I, Old Sun, am the most famous demon of all time! It's a pity that that old bald thief only knows how to use such underhanded tricks. As for real skills, hehe... ptooey!"

He spat, then added with a hint of resentment and frustration, "It's a pity my body was pinned down, preventing me from fully unleashing my power. If only I could have another fair and square match..."

He didn't say the rest, but a trace of heaviness, tinged with the weight of time, flashed quickly through the depths of those golden eyes that burned with flames.

Six hundred years is not a fleeting moment.

Chen Guangrui stepped forward, his voice low but clear, each word like a stone thrown into a deep pool.

What if I said I could let you out?

The rousing shouts in the valley suddenly stopped.

The monkey abruptly turned its head, its molten gold eyes fixed on Chen Guangrui's face. There was a brief, incredulous pause, followed by a torrent of contempt and mockery:

"Ha! Let me out? You think you can? You little brat, have you been splattered with my spittle and gone mad?" He sneered, his monkey paws slapping loudly against the rocks beside him.

"You think this pile of broken stones is an ordinary mountain? If it were an ordinary mountain, I, Old Sun, could lift it off with just one of my monkey hairs! What has been pressing down on me for six hundred years is this broken mountain? It's that yellow paper pasted on the mountain! It's those six shameful words from that old Buddha. If that thing can't be removed, it's all for nothing if I, Old Sun, am pressed down until the end of time."

He seemed to recall countless futile struggles, his tone carrying a kind of powerless frustration mixed with anger after repeated setbacks: "Those few damned characters, I, Old Sun, have tried to peel them off countless times hundreds of years ago, I've tried everything! I can't bite them off, I can't lick them off with my tongue, wind and rain, sun and snow, those scribbles are like they're imprinted in the root of the mountain, they don't budge an inch, I, Old Sun, have used up all my strength, and I'm still squatting here?"

After venting his frustration, he was even more skeptical that Chen Guangrui had such ability.

"With your meager skills, you're just a little immortal who hasn't even grown his hair yet. You think you can surpass that old thief Tathagata from the Western Paradise? Dream on! I, Old Sun, could drown you with a single pee. You think you can remove that talisman? Wait until you've cultivated for another 108,000 years, and I won't even bother with the lice on my body! Get lost! Stop trying to make fun of your Grandpa Sun!"

Another series of contempt and expulsion followed.

Chen Guangrui was not deterred by his spittle; instead, amidst the monkey's barrage of insults, he uttered those words:
"What if... I could break free from that six-syllable mantra?"

The monkey's barrage of insults abruptly stopped.

Those golden eyes, which had always burned with anger and arrogance, were now focused for the first time on Chen Guangrui's ordinary face, sharp enough to pierce through his skin and see through the truth of his soul.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately, the monkey dramatically threw its head back and let out a very loud laugh, full of mockery.

"Ah ha! Breaking the six-syllable mantra? Hahaha! This joke is even funnier than when I, Old Sun, caused trouble in the Peach Garden. You, a tiny little deity, have a mouth bigger than the Jade Emperor's Lingxiao Palace! I, Old Sun, would like to ask you, which immortal were you reincarnated from, or are you just tired of living and looking for death?"

Despite the harsher insults, deep within his eyes, besides profound suspicion and a mocking look as if he were a madman, there seemed to be an extremely subtle ripple, one that even the monkey himself was unaware of.

Chen Guangrui did not answer the monkey's mockery, but instead pressed for an answer.

"If this talisman is truly removed, Sun Wukong, are you willing to go out? Do you want to fight him fair and square again?"

After saying that, he ignored the monkey's ever-changing and complex expression, took a peach wrapped in clean leaves from the bamboo basket on his back, and handed it to the monkey: "Are you thirsty? Here's a fresh peach."

The peaches were plump and tempting, emitting a sweet fragrance under the midday sun.

The monkey's cursing paused, his gaze instinctively drawn to the peach. His Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly. He seemed to want to utter a few more curses to maintain appearances, but ultimately couldn't resist the instinctive craving of someone who lived on molten copper and iron pellets.

The monkey's paw on the rock waved impatiently, and an invisible gust of wind swept by, causing the peach to fall steadily into the furry monkey's paw.

"Crack!"

A crisp bite broke the slightly tense atmosphere in the valley. The monkey pursed its lips, but its eyes no longer looked at Chen Guangrui; instead, it stared at the peach in its palm, as if talking to itself, or perhaps muttering to itself unintentionally:
"Hmph, spit it out if you have something to say. I, Old Sun, want to see what tricks you little rascal can pull."

Chen Guangrui said no more, placed the peach within his reach, then got up and left, talking as he went.

"Think about it yourself. If you really get out of here, will you still be the Monkey King?"

(End of this chapter)