Chapter 8

The mountain wind howled, and the surroundings were somewhat dim. In the past, the moonlight always turned the Fangcun Mountain into a silver-white expanse, with a gentle breeze swaying the willows, and all was silent. However, tonight, a fierce wind was blowing, and the cold was piercing. Dark clouds obscured the bright moon, and the rampant wind completely destroyed the beautiful scenery of Fangcun Mountain.

Yang Zhen and Sun Wukong were running quickly through the forest at the back of Fangcun Mountain. Since he had agreed to help Sun Wukong fight the monster, Yang Zhen had been running on the mountain path for over two hours. Fangcun Mountain was indeed too large. Although Yang Zhen had not yet learned the art of cloud riding, his running speed was not slow. However, after running for two hours, he still had not reached the destination, and he really couldn't understand how Sun Wukong had discovered the immortal fruit here.

"Monkey, how much further?" Seeing that Sun Wukong had no intention of stopping, Yang Zhen couldn't help but ask.

"Almost there, almost there!" Sun Wukong replied.

"Ah! This monkey is really unreliable." Yang Zhen complained in his heart. There was no choice; since he had already come so far, it would be a pity to turn back now.

Actually, during the journey, Yang Zhen had also thought of a problem. Even Sun Wukong, who had reached the eighth level of human immortality, was not a match for the monster. As for himself, who was only at the third level of human immortality, he probably wouldn't be a match for the monster either.

It seems I can only use the Three Pure Fires. Ah! Little monster, don't blame me when you go to the underworld. It was all because of this monkey. Besides, who taught you to guard the immortal fruit every day? A man without sin is not to be blamed, but one who possesses a treasure is. Just go and reincarnate peacefully, and don't be a monster in your next life.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong came to an abrupt stop, pulling Yang Zhen to hide behind a large tree and whispered, "Kitty, that monster is quite strong. I'll lure him away, and then you go and pick the fruit. Don't be polite, take this bag and pick all the fruit." Saying this, Sun Wukong took out a bag from somewhere and handed it to Yang Zhen.

Damn! This monkey actually knows how to use strategy, a classic ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Impressive, indeed not an ordinary monkey.

Yang Zhen looked Sun Wukong up and down and said, "Alright, don't worry, I'll make sure not to leave any for that monster."

Yang Zhen and Sun Wukong discussed for a while, and then Sun Wukong jumped out to challenge the monster.

The monster, upon seeing Sun Wukong, cursed, "You monkey, I let you escape last time, but I didn't expect you to dare come back after just a few days. Today, I will peel your skin and dig out your heart to show you the power of your grandpa." The monster still remembered Sun Wukong and was furious to see him come back to compete for the immortal fruit, determined to give Sun Wukong a lesson he would never forget.

Hiding behind the tree, Yang Zhen secretly glanced at the bird monster. The bird monster was wearing rough clothes, with a sharp beak and a monkey-like face, and a few bird feathers on his head, looking utterly unattractive. It seemed that the aesthetics of monsters and humans were indeed different. To look like that and still dare to show up, if Yang Zhen looked like that, he would definitely transform before going out.

Sun Wukong and the bird monster exchanged a few insults and then started fighting. Both had fiery tempers and immediately used their full strength.

Although Sun Wukong had not learned any fighting techniques, the Lingming Stone Monkey was born with great strength, and Sun Wukong was a natural warrior with a terrifying talent for battle. He fought the bird monster in a manner that looked quite impressive. The bird monster, although more powerful than Sun Wukong, was just a wild monster and was no match for Sun Wukong. If not for his much higher cultivation, he would not be a match for Sun Wukong at all. Yang Zhen carefully analyzed that the bird monster's cultivation was probably at the level of a terrestrial immortal. If he were to face him without using the "Nanming Li Fire Spell," he would surely be in great danger.

As they fought, they gradually moved away from the fruit tree. Under Sun Wukong's conscious guidance, Sun Wukong and the bird monster moved further and further away from the fruit tree, eventually entering deep into the forest.

Actually, the demon race was quite pitiful. It was very difficult for demons to gain wisdom, and even if they managed to do so, without guidance, they would eventually die of old age. Only a few demons with great fortune could truly embark on the path of cultivation.

However, among the demons, except for a few great demons, their intelligence was generally not high. During the Journey to the West, they were deceived by Sun Wukong. Although the demons in Xiniuhezhou were currently rampant, it was only temporary. Once the Journey to the West began, the end of these demons would come. Sun Wukong, Tang僧, and others, who helped the local people eliminate demons, would naturally better promote the teachings of Buddhism.

To be honest, although the Buddhist plan seemed insignificant, it had no major flaws. In the battle of Fengshen, the截teaching was destroyed, and the Primordial Heavenly Master of the Chanting Teaching owed the Buddhist sect a huge favor, so it was destined that Buddhism would flourish for a great eon.

The demons did not understand the will of heaven and could only sink into the tide of history. Although Yang Zhen was also a demon in this life, he had no intention of helping the demons avoid this calamity. First, Yang Zhen always considered himself a human, even though he was now a cat demon, he never thought of himself as the same kind as those demons; second, most of the cultivators among the demons acted on their whims, not only killing people at will but also fighting each other over territory, and in Yang Zhen's view, they were beyond saving.

Lost in thought, Yang Zhen realized that Sun Wukong and the bird monster had completely disappeared, and he couldn't even hear the sounds of their fight.

"It's time to get to work." Yang Zhen, holding the bag, picked all the fruit from the tree. Through close observation, Yang Zhen found that the fruit was indeed magical, emitting a tempting fragrance and with a shimmering surface, seemingly containing a lot of spiritual energy.

Although it was far from being a heavenly treasure, eating it would certainly bring many benefits. No wonder Sun Wukong insisted on taking the fruit; it was really worth it.

Holding the bag full of fruit, Yang Zhen ran quickly towards the meeting place he had agreed with Sun Wukong. Ha! The fruit is in hand. When Sun Wukong returns, they can have a good feast and then go back to cultivate.

This trip with Sun Wukong made Yang Zhen feel that his somewhat gloomy mood had improved a lot. It seemed that constant seclusion for cultivation had some impact on his mindset. In the future, he should pay more attention to rest and come out to relax more often. The combination of work and rest was the best.

After waiting for about half an hour at the agreed location, Sun Wukong still hadn't returned, and Yang Zhen couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted. Normally, the monkey should have returned long ago, but now that the agreed time had passed, and the monkey still hadn't returned, it was either that something had happened or he was still tangled up with the bird monster and couldn't get away.

"Really, he's such a worry." Yang Zhen complained, hid the bag of fruit, and then ran in the direction where the monkey had disappeared.

Yang Zhen didn't know that after he left, Patriarch Subhuti suddenly appeared out of nowhere, looked in the direction where Yang Zhen had disappeared, smiled mysteriously, and then rode the auspicious cloud towards the direction of the Three Stars Cave.

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