Journey to the West: Deer Power Immortal, Starting from Becoming a Disciple of the Supreme Lord Tais

Lu Qingxuan smiled slightly, not annoyed, and walked over to sit down on a blue stone a few feet away from Sun Wukong.

With a flick of his sleeve, a pot of wine and two bowls appeared before him, along with some vegetarian fruits and snacks.

Normally, Sun Wukong wouldn't even glance at these things, but now that he's been imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain for over four hundred years and hasn't even been able to eat ordinary peaches, he's incredibly craving them.

"Hey, you Taoist priest are quite interesting. When others come to see me, they either chant scriptures or sigh, but you're doing well, drinking by yourself." Seeing Lu Qingxuan pouring himself a drink, Sun Wukong became interested.

Lu Qingxuan picked up his wine bowl, raised it in a toast from afar, and said with a smile, "If it is convenient for you, Great Sage, this humble Taoist will offer you a bowl."

Sun Wukong snorted, "Convenient? Look at me like this, how can I possibly have a convenient time? My hands and feet are pinned down, all I have left is my head, I can't even reach to scratch an itch."

Lu Qingxuan smiled and said, "It was I who was rude."

As Lu Qingxuan spoke, he used his magic to send the wine bowl to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong glanced at it twice, but finally couldn't resist and drank it down in a big gulp.

Seeing this, Lu Qingxuan asked, "How many years has the Great Sage been imprisoned under this mountain?"

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes and said, "You calculate it: this mountain descended from the sky the year Wang Mang usurped the Han throne. What year is it now?"

Lu Qingxuan said, "We are now in a chaotic world of sixteen kingdoms."

"Over four hundred years, I, Old Sun, haven't even stayed in the Eight Trigrams Furnace this long." Sun Wukong paused, his gaze sweeping over Lu Qingxuan: "You Taoist, what's your name? Which mountain are you from? You look young, but your cultivation is quite strong."

Lu Qingxuan cupped his hands and said, "I am Lu Qingxuan, a cultivator from Zhongnan Mountain, and my master is from the Doushuai Palace."

Sun Wukong was taken aback, then his eyes widened as he looked Lu Qingxuan up and down: "Doushuai Palace? You're that old man's disciple?"

Lu Qingxuan nodded: "Exactly."

Sun Wukong suddenly burst into laughter, and after laughing, he said, "How interesting! Back then, I, Old Sun, stole that old official's elixir of immortality, and he put me in his Eight Trigrams Furnace to refine me for forty-nine days, giving me Fiery Eyes of Truth. Now his disciple has come to see me, what kind of show is this?"

Lu Qingxuan laughed and said, "I have long admired the Great Sage's reputation and have come here specifically to pay my respects. Speaking of which, the Great Sage once wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, forcing the Nine Luminaries to close their doors and the Four Heavenly Kings to vanish without a trace. Who in the Three Realms does not know of his might?"

Sun Wukong, flattered by his praise, showed a smug look on his face, but said, "That's all in the past, why bring it up? Now I'm trapped under this mountain, and I don't even have anyone to talk to. You, Taoist priest, do know how to talk, much better than those bald monks who only know how to chant scriptures."

Lu Qingxuan smiled, took out a jade bottle from his sleeve, poured out a few pills and held them in his palm.

"Great Sage, this is a Rejuvenating Pill. Although it cannot compare to Master's Nine-Turn Golden Pill, it can still strengthen the body and improve cultivation. Great Sage has been suppressed for many years, and his magical power has inevitably been depleted. This is just a small token of my appreciation."

Sun Wukong stared at the pills, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

He stole five gourds of elixirs back then, so these elixirs are nothing to him now, but this sentiment touched him slightly.

"You Taoist priest are quite thoughtful."

Sun Wukong opened his mouth and inhaled, and the few pills fell into his mouth: "The taste is a bit worse, far inferior to what I ate back then, but I appreciate the sentiment."

Lu Qingxuan poured another cup of wine and said, "Great Sage, please."

Sun Wukong downed his drink in one gulp. He glanced at Lu Qingxuan and said, "You Taoist priest, you didn't come to see me just to bring wine and pills, did you? Speak, what is it?"

He had been imprisoned under the Five Finger Mountain for so many years and had long been accustomed to the coldness and warmth of people's hearts. None of his old friends came, but Lu Qingxuan, a complete stranger, sent these things. He didn't believe it when Lu Qingxuan said it was nothing.

Lu Qingxuan remained silent for a moment. He couldn't very well say that he had taken the Great Sage's opportunity, could he?

After a moment of silence, Lu Qingxuan decided not to reveal the matter of Liu Ye, and only said: "I just felt that the Great Sage, a hero of his generation, should not be suppressed alone under this mountain, with no one caring about him. I just happened to be passing by and came to see him. If there is anything I can do to help, please just tell me, Great Sage."

Sun Wukong stared at Lu Qingxuan for a long time, then suddenly sighed, "Help? What can you do to help me, old Sun? The notice on this mountain was posted by the Buddha himself. Unless that notice is removed, I, old Sun, can't get out at all. You, a Taoist priest of the Xuanxian realm, how could you remove that notice?"

Lu Qingxuan looked up at the golden poster shimmering on the mountaintop and shook his head: "Of course not."

This post was blessed by the Buddha with great power; who could remove it except if the Buddha himself was willing?

Sun Wukong looked as if he already knew.

"However, although I cannot remove the invitation, I can tell the Great Sage something," said Lu Qingxuan.

"What is it?"

Lu Qingxuan lowered his voice and said, "When I was cultivating in the Doushuai Palace, I heard my master mention that it was fate that the Great Sage was trapped here, but fate is not immutable. After a hundred years, someone will come to rescue the Great Sage."

Sun Wukong became interested: "Who?"

Lu Qingxuan shook his head: "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. Great Sage, you only need to know that that person will definitely appear. Great Sage, please wait patiently, and the truth will be revealed in due time."

Sun Wukong was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "You Taoist priest, your words are all cryptic and confusing, just like that old official. Never mind, I've waited for hundreds of years, what's another hundred years?"

After saying that, he looked at Lu Qingxuan a few more times and said, "You are a good Taoist priest. I will remember you. If we are destined to meet again, I will treat you to a drink."

Lu Qingxuan smiled and said, "It's a deal."

Afterwards, Lu Qingxuan talked with Sun Wukong for half an hour, chatting about interesting stories from the Heavenly Court and changes in the mortal world.

Having been suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain for many years, Sun Wukong knew very little about the outside world. When Lu Qingxuan told him about the Bull Demon King's banquet at Cuiyun Mountain and the experiences of General Rolling Curtain at Liusha River, he sometimes laughed and sometimes sighed, thoroughly enjoying himself.

As the sun began to set, Lu Qingxuan rose to take his leave.

Sun Wukong suddenly called out to him, "Little Taoist, do me a favor."

"Great Sage, please speak."

"I, Old Sun, am trapped under this mountain, and my monkey followers are left unattended. I don't know what has become of them. If you ever go to Flower Fruit Mountain, please check on them for me and tell them that I, Old Sun, am still alive and will return one day," Sun Wukong said.

Lu Qingxuan nodded: "Great Sage, rest assured, this humble Taoist has remembered it."

Sun Wukong nodded, closed his eyes, and said nothing more.

Lu Qingxuan rode a cloud and left the Five Elements Mountain.

Looking back, the setting sun cast endless golden light on Wuzhi Mountain. Looking at that slender figure, Lu Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

The Monkey King, who once wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, is now trapped in a small space and can't even turn over. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, who would believe it?