Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 548 - 513 This is the Journey to the West | (2)
"Monkey, the weather is quite nice today; it’s not suitable for fighting, don’t you think?" the Tang Monk said with a panicked face.
Sun Wukong slowly walked toward the Tang Monk, holding an iron rod in his hand.
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"Monkey, don’t be impulsive," the Tang Monk said, but accidentally tripped over a stone and sat down on the ground.
"Those who offend me must die!" Sun Wukong raised the Jingu Bang.
Just as Wukong was about to strike, he felt a tightness on his head.
"What’s happening?!" he exclaimed.
A piercing pain emanated from his head.
With a thud, the iron rod fell to the ground.
Sun Wukong lay on the ground, clutching his head and rolling around, his face twisted in pain.
"Stinking Monk, what have you done to me?!" Sun Wukong said, clutching his head while casting a sidelong glance at the Tang Monk.
"I haven’t done anything; it’s just that you feel pain because you want to kill me," the Tang Monk said.
Sun Wukong realized in his heart, it was the tightening spell.
"You’ve deceived me; I must beat you to death!" Sun Wukong gnashed his teeth and roared, but the more he shouted, the more his head hurt.
Zhu Bajie and the robust man swallowed their saliva, terrified as they looked at the writhing Sun Wukong on the ground.
Because they had never imagined anything could make Sun Wukong look this way; in their hearts, Sun Wukong was invincible.
"Ah!" Sun Wukong cried out and then lay still.
"He’s not dead, is he?" Zhu Bajie said.
"He shouldn’t be; he’s Sun Wukong," the robust man said.
"Amitabha Buddha, I didn’t expect to have committed the sin of killing as soon as I came out. My sins, my sins," the Tang Monk said with a pained expression.
Zhu Bajie slowly approached and checked Sun Wukong’s breath, saying, "He’s not dead; he’s just fainted."
Everyone let out a long sigh of relief.
"What are you relieved about?" the robust man asked the Tang Monk.
"That way I haven’t violated the prohibition against killing," the Tang Monk said.
"But he’s definitely going to want to kill you when he wakes up," the robust man said.
"Oh no, then I should just finish him off," the Tang Monk said.
"Heh heh heh, do you dare?" the robust man sneered.
"Why wouldn’t I dare?"
The Tang Monk swallowed and looked at Sun Wukong, suddenly a shade of fear appearing in his heart.
"Yes, I don’t dare," the Tang Monk said with a wry smile. "I can’t commit the sin of killing, I’m a monk," the Tang Monk tried to justify his cowardice.
"We know you’re afraid, because we are too," Zhu Bajie said.
"Why?" the Tang Monk asked.
"Because he’s Sun Wukong, that Sun Wukong of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven," Zhu Bajie added.
"I don’t care who he is, I just hope you two won’t follow me any longer, because with you two always around, I can’t even complete a three-day vegetarian fast," the Tang Monk complained.
Zhu Bajie and the robust man exchanged glances and said, "I’m afraid that won’t be possible; Guanyin instructed us to become your disciples, so we could wash away our sins."
"Why didn’t you say earlier that it was Guanyin’s command?" the Tang Monk said, dejected.
"You didn’t even give us a chance to talk; you just ran away when you saw us," the two men shrugged, expressing their helplessness.
"It seems... indeed it was like that," Tang Monk thought for a moment and said.
"What about him?" The burly man pointed at Sun Wukong on the ground.
"Just pack him up and take him with us; Guanyin said he is also my disciple," Tang Monk said.
"But you can’t control him at all, can you? Right now, you can’t even ensure your own safety," the pig demon said.
Tang Monk laughed.
"Look at what’s on the monkey’s head," Tang Monk said, pointing at Sun Wukong.
"It’s just a gold-plated ring, not worth much," the burly man said, looking disinterested.
"That’s the Tight-Binding Spell; it’s something that can bind the monkey," Tang Monk explained.
The pig demon opened his mouth wide and said, "The thing that makes the monkey roll around on the ground?"
Tang Monk nodded.
"Alright then, since that’s the case, I agree to take the monkey with us," the pig demon said.
"I’ll follow old piggy’s lead," the burly man said.
"Which one of you two is going to carry this little monkey on his back?" Tang Monk glanced at the pig demon and then at the burly man.
"You carry him. He’s your disciple," the pig demon and the burly man ignored Tang Monk and started walking towards the West.
Tang Monk, irritated, kicked a stone on the ground and yelped in pain.
"Damn, even the stone is against me," Tang Monk looked again at the two men ahead and thought, "Why did I even take these two animals as disciples?"
Tang Monk picked up Sun Wukong and hurriedly followed them.
"Gentlemen, please wait for me," Tang Monk shouted.
Behind them, the Five-Finger Mountain was scattered by the wind and instantly turned into nothingness.
A strange red light appeared, but the four people ahead knew nothing about it.
The four men walked on a desert, with endless yellow sand stretching out into the distance.
"I’m not walking anymore! I’m not walking anymore!" Zhu Bajie sat down on the sand with a thud.
"Just like a pig, truly lazy," Sun Wukong scoffed.
"Monkey, what did you say?" Zhu Bajie said angrily.
"Stop quarreling," Tang Monk said.
"Shut up!" Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie both yelled at Tang Monk.
Sandy watched them argue and laughed. He found the quarrel between a monkey and a pig very amusing and enjoyed the spectacle.
"Monk Sha, why aren’t you saying anything?" Tang Monk asked.
"Say what?" Monk Sha asked.
"Don’t you think you should stop their quarrel?"
"That has nothing to do with me," Monk Sha thought for a moment and said: "You better take care of yourself. The monkey really wants to kill you."
Tang Monk shivered.
"How do you know? Can you read minds too?" Tang Monk asked eagerly. He desperately needed such a spell because only then could he prevent the monkey from killing him and also know which families would be willing to give them alms for food.
