Journey to the West: The gods and Buddhas panicked when the monkey was trapped inside him.

The morning mist was still swirling in the mountain valley, and a layer of water droplets clung to the blades of grass.

On a rock beside the official road, Pigsy lay on his back with his four legs in the air, snoring loudly.

Sun Wukong flipped off the blue stone, walked over, and kicked his butt.

"You idiot, wake up!"

"Get up! Wake up!"

Pigsy grunted, rolled over, buried his face in the hay, and mumbled with his eyes closed.

"Monkey King, what are you doing up so early? Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

"Let Old Pig sleep for another hour or two, I'm so sleepy."

Sun Wukong grabbed his large fan-shaped ear and lifted it up slightly with his hand.

"Still sleeping? It's already broad daylight."

"Master has been locked up in that monster's cave all night; we should set off to rescue him."

Pigsy winced in pain, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, his stomach rumbling involuntarily.

He patted his shrunken belly and looked up at Sun Wukong with a grin.

"Brother Monkey, I, Old Pig, have no objection to going to rescue Master."

"But as the saying goes, food is the foundation of life."

"We won't be in a hurry. Why don't you take out a few more fairy fruits so we can have something to eat for breakfast?"

"You need to be well-fed to have the energy to work."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You idiot, you're so greedy."

"Master is still suffering in the monster's cave, and you're already thinking about food."

"You'll empty all of my old Sun's stockpiles sooner or later."

Despite saying that, Sun Wukong still took out four or five plump peaches and some dry food, and threw them all into Zhu Bajie's arms.

Pigsy smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits, and he nodded repeatedly.

"The Monkey King is truly discerning!"

The two sat on a rock, slowly chewing on fruit, the crisp sound particularly clear in the valley in the early morning.

Above the clouds for thousands of miles.

Guanyin Bodhisattva sat cross-legged on her lotus throne, looked down at this scene, and her face darkened.

She couldn't help but snort coldly.

The Bodhisattva Pilanpo sighed.

"These two unruly fellows really don't care about Tang Sanzang's safety at all."

Guanyin Bodhisattva closed her eyes, her voice was cold.

"Let them be. I want to see how long they're going to keep eating this meal."

In the mountains and forests, Sun Wukong finished the peach in a few bites, casually tossed the peach pit into the woods, patted the crumbs off his hands, and stood up.

Pigsy quickly swallowed the last bite of dry food and picked up the nine-toothed rake leaning against the tree trunk.

"Brother Monkey, do you know which mountain peak the Yellow Wind Cave is located on?"

"This Huangfeng Ridge is full of strange rocks, and you can't even tell which path there is."

Sun Wukong waved his hand dismissively.

"What's so difficult about that?"

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness flowed across the entire mountain range like a stream.

In a short while, he opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on the bottom of a steep cliff to the west.

"Found it, it's in the rocky ravine about 30 miles to the west."

"Let's go, come with me, Old Sun, to have a go at him."

The two rose into the clouds and landed in front of a cave in a few breaths.

The two huge stone doors were tightly closed, covered with withered vines, and the words "Huangfeng Ridge Huangfeng Cave" were carved on the lintel.

Sun Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, winked at Zhu Bajie.

"Bajie, go up and knock on the door."

"Let's play a few rounds with that Yellow Wind Monster first, and let me, Old Sun, see what he's made of."

Pigsy slapped his chest loudly.

"Alright! Monkey King, you rest in the back, I'll go and have a go at him."

Pigsy strode forward and swung his nine-toothed rake down hard on the stone gate.

With a deafening roar, debris flew everywhere.

"You yellow wind monster inside, get out here, you old pig!"

"Hurry up and send my master out, then kowtow three times to Old Pig, and Old Pig will spare your corpse!"

The stone gate burst open with a loud bang, and a foul-smelling gust of wind rushed in.

The Yellow Wind Monster, wielding a three-pronged steel fork and wearing a suit of chainmail, strode out of the cave.

"Where did this wild boar come from, running around howling like a ghost at Grandpa's cave entrance so early in the morning!"

Pigsy was furious and swung his rake at Pigsy's head.

"Are you blind? I, Old Pig, am your grandfather!"

Without further ado, Pigsy raised his rake and struck.

"Your grandpa pig will teach you manners!"

Yellow Wind Monster raised his steel fork to block, and the two immediately began to fight in the open space in front of the cave entrance.

The steel forks darted back and forth, and the rakes swung up and down, producing a clanging sound of metal striking metal.

Although Zhu Bajie is a chatterbox, he is indeed quite strong.

After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, Pigsy grew stronger and stronger and gradually gained the upper hand.

The Yellow Wind Monster was forced to retreat repeatedly, and he was finding it difficult to parry with his three-pronged steel fork.

But this monster was not weak either. Relying on his agility, he gritted his teeth and held on, and Pigsy couldn't defeat him in a short time.

After fighting for more than thirty rounds, Sun Wukong, watching from behind, grew somewhat bored and shouted out.

"Bajie, step back and let me, Old Sun, exchange a few blows with him!"

Upon hearing this, Pigsy feinted with his rake and leaped back to Monkey's side.

"Brother Monkey, this yellow-skinned rat is yours now!"

Sun Wukong exerted force with his feet, his figure rushing out rapidly, and the golden cudgel in his hand brought with it a sharp gust of wind.

Seeing the golden-haired monkey approaching fiercely, the Yellow Wind Monster hurriedly raised his fork to meet the attack.

The golden cudgel slammed heavily onto the steel fork.

Huang Fengguai felt an overwhelming force coming from the steel fork, which caused his tiger's mouth to split open and bleed profusely. He staggered back more than a dozen steps before he could barely stand.

Sun Wukong swayed, and his golden cudgel crashed down with a whooshing sound.

Yellow Wind Monster tried his best to block with his fork, and each collision made his bones groan and his internal organs churn violently.

In just seven or eight moves, the Yellow Wind Monster was beaten until his hair was disheveled, blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, and he was forced to retreat step by step.

Sun Wukong looked at the Yellow Wind Monster in front of him, a cold glint in his eyes.

This monster is a yellow-haired weasel at the foot of Mount Ling. Because it stole the clear oil from the glass lamp, the Buddhist sect has a handle on it and deliberately arranged for it to be used as a tool for a calamity.

Sun Wukong originally intended to take advantage of the situation and kill the monster with a single blow.

But out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the sky and sensed two faint, probing auras.

Guanyin and Pilanpo were watching from above.

If I were to make the killing attempt, those two Bodhisattvas would definitely intervene. In that case, not only would I fail to kill them, but I would also alert them.

Sun Wukong suppressed the urge to attack on the spot and made a plan in his mind.

His eyes darted around, and another prudent plan quickly came to mind.

He suppressed his murderous intent and simply brandished his golden cudgel, continuing to relentlessly press and suppress the Yellow Wind Monster.

The Yellow Wind Monster was beaten so badly that it was powerless to fight back and was forced to retreat in defeat.

Using the force of Sun Wukong's blow, he flew backward dozens of feet, creating distance between them.

He took a breath, puffed out his cheeks, and unleashed his signature move, the Samadhi Divine Wind.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose, sand and stones flew, and the sky and earth darkened.