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Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 737 - 668: Seeing Wu Ming Again
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Sun Wukong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly took off everything that was draped on the person's body. During this process, Sun Wukong was somewhat trembling with fear. Thinking from another perspective, if anyone dared to do this to him, to treat him like a horse and pull a cart for such a long distance, Sun Wukong would have definitely fought with the person to the death a long time ago. No, forget about pulling a cart; if someone even spoke to him like that, Sun Wukong would have swung his staff and given them a beating first. So even though the black-armored figure spoke sharply, Sun Wukong already thought him quite good-tempered.
After Sun Wukong had put away the cart, the black-armored figure turned to give him another glance, then walked straight towards the Pagoda without saying much more. Sun Wukong rubbed his hands together, glanced around, and quickly followed. The black-armored figure pushed open the door of the First Layer and went straight up, with Sun Wukong closely following without any hesitation. It's not that Sun Wukong particularly wanted to follow, but he noticed that the first floor of the Pagoda, aside from a spiraling staircase, was empty. The emptiness allowed Sun Wukong to see the entirety of the first floor at a glance.
When he was outside, Sun Wukong had roughly counted that this Pagoda had a total of thirty-three layers, which seemed similar to the thirty-three layers of Heaven he had once known. Sun Wukong continued to follow the black-armored figure until they reached the ninth layer, where the black-armored figure finally stopped. The ninth layer, although also very empty, was much better than the first; there were about a dozen Buddhist statues. This puzzled Sun Wukong greatly; this wasn't a Buddhist Pagoda, yet here were so many Buddhist statues, which was truly very strange. After stopping, the black-armored figure suddenly turned and said to Sun Wukong, "I am born of heaven and earth, without parents, and I am not mute." Having said this, the black-armored figure once again stepped forward and walked into one of the rooms on this layer.
Sun Wukong was slightly stunned, taking a long time to realize that the black-armored figure was answering the questions he had asked along the way. He smiled with a sense of helplessness, thinking how can a normal person pretend to be like a puppet, isn't that sick. And what's going on now, is this black-armored figure going home? And then leaving me behind here? It's all so baffling. However, Sun Wukong was not one to remain inactive; he glanced at the room the black-armored figure entered, found it probably difficult to open, and shifted his attention to observing the Buddhist statues. Encountering Buddhist statues in such a place felt eerie no matter how he looked at it.
At first, Sun Wukong didn't see anything different about the statues; they seemed just like the ones typically found in Buddhism. However, as he looked closer, he realized something was amiss because among the dozen or so Buddhist statues, there were actually a few Sun Wukong recognized. On the left row, out of the seven statues, the second one was the Tathagata. Although the statue was not very detailed, it had an extraordinary charm, as though it truly had a soul. But Sun Wukong also noticed that the eyes of this statue of the Tathagata were closed.
He touched it and confirmed it was indeed made of stone. Across from the statue of the Tathagata was actually a statue of his master, Tang Sanzang, although Tang Sanzang's statue, compared to the Tathagata's, was much more rigid, lacking the sense of being alive, but its eyes were open. Sun Wukong was very puzzled; if these were just ordinary Buddhist statues, he could understand that the owner here could be a follower of Buddhism, but the statues being of his master and the Tathagata—that was problematic. And when Sun Wukong's gaze moved to the central statue between the two rows of Buddha statues, he found that statue vaguely resembled their enemies.
Below the statue of his master was the Soul Devouring Monk from the Ancient Primordial World, and the one after that was Cheng Qian. Sun Wukong guessed whether the first statue in this row could be the Domain Lord of the Ancient Primordial World?
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Looking at these statues, Sun Wukong suddenly had a guess; could all these statues represent people who had been controlled? Although he did not recognize the rest of the statues, from the few he did recognize, his guess seemed true. He stroked his chin, pondering the possibility of his idea, but at that moment, Sun Wukong suddenly felt something strange behind him. He turned around and was startled, throwing a punch reflexively. In the instant he turned, Sun Wukong suddenly saw a person behind him, and his first reaction was to attack.
The person was also taken aback by Sun Wukong's unexpected attack, hastily stepping back to dodge his punch. It was only after the person stepped back that Sun Wukong saw clearly that it was the black-armored figure from before. But he could no longer be called the black-armored figure now; if he were to be addressed by his clothing, he would have to be called the white-clothed figure. "Did you just go to change clothes?" Sun Wukong felt the veins in his neck jumping, frustrated. The white-clothed figure seemed oblivious to the anger in Sun Wukong's tone, instead opening his arms and twirling around, then he seriously asked Sun Wukong, "Doesn't this outfit look much better?"
Sun Wukong didn't say anything; in fact, he didn't know what to say anymore. This person was really sick, and severely so; he wondered if it was contagious. It was baffling enough that he pretended to be a mute puppet before, then left him inexplicably behind, and now suddenly appeared behind him, having changed into white clothes, and asking if he looked good—Sun Wukong truly had to forcefully suppress the urge to swing his staff and hit him, managing a tight smile and saying, "Maybe red would suit you even better!"
The figure in white actually nodded thoughtfully and said, "Wait here, I'm going to change into a red one!" Sun Wukong really couldn't hold back anymore, was this retaliation? Retaliation for when I used him as a horse-drawn carriage? Sun Wukong took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards the nearby staircase, but after only a few steps, the voice of the figure in white suddenly came from behind: "Without me leading the way, you won't be able to go anywhere. Forget it, I won't change. I'll take you up!" Sun Wukong turned his head and said word by word, "Are you here specifically to take me up? Who exactly are you?"
The figure in white waved his hand, and a paper fan suddenly appeared, which he used to fan himself and said, "Who I am is not important, but you're right, my mission is to bring you here, the king wants to see you!" "Who is the king? Why does he want to see me?" The figure in white suddenly closed the fan, casually tossed it into Sun Wukong's arms, and walked past him towards the ascending staircase, saying, "The king is the king, why the king wants to see you, I also do not know. Follow me closely, the king is on the thirty-third floor!" Having said that, he stepped onto the stairs. Sun Wukong felt quite helpless with such a person who was mysterious in every aspect, yet he followed him nonetheless.
Sun Wukong has never feared any conspiracies, neither in the past nor now, just like when he uncovered many schemes in Buddha's Pure Land and even came into contact with that esteemed person's earth-shattering plans, Sun Wukong showed no signs of retreating. Instead, he proceeded along the lines of that person's plan, because Sun Wukong's style was to deal with whatever conspiracies and tricks there might be, but in the end, wouldn't it come down to a real fight anyway? Therefore, Sun Wukong did not fear any conspiracies, for in the face of absolute power, schemes and deceptions were the acts of the weak. So even though he knew there was something wrong, Sun Wukong still followed without hesitation.
Walking on the spiraling staircase, Sun Wukong realized he couldn't see clearly the insides of the other floors, indicating that this pagoda was not simple at all. As he was walking, Sun Wukong suddenly asked, "What's the deal with those statues on that floor?" The figure in white, unlike on the way here, seemed very interested in conversing with Sun Wukong. "Those, they're all my subordinates; after the great battle, they came under my control!"
"What's the meaning of this? Why claim those people are your subordinates? Your strength doesn't seem to be better than mine!" The figure in white didn't turn back, still leading the way, but he answered Sun Wukong's question: "Status and strength are not necessarily related; when the final battle comes, they will naturally become my subordinates. Speaking of which, it seems only my subordinates are somewhat troublesome. Moreover, there is one person who has still not returned." "Hasn't returned? Who are you referring to? What exactly is going on?"
At this, the figure in white chuckled and said, "These questions, when you meet the king, he might tell you. And actually, you are also one of us." Sun Wukong fell silent; he did not believe this man's words, but still, he felt somewhat uncomfortable. To say that his master was one of his subordinates, who did he think he was? If it were not for needing him to lead the way right now, Sun Wukong would have already hit him with his staff.
"You're definitely thinking about whether to beat me up after I've taken you where you need to go, haha, but unfortunately, you won't make a move against me. Actually, I can tell you a secret." Sun Wukong was increasingly discovering that this person seemed to be deliberately provoking him. "What secret?" The figure in white paused and then said, "I also think red suits me better!" Sun Wukong was stunned, then without hesitation, he pulled out his Jingu Bang from his ear and swung it at the figure in white's head. But the figure in white appeared to have been prepared, as he dodged with a flash. "Here we are, push open the door and you'll see, you're too hot-tempered, people with bad tempers don't live very long!" Having finished speaking, the figure in white transformed into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.
Sun Wukong's hand gripping the Jingu Bang was very tight. "Don't let me see you a second time, or I will definitely kill you!" It was always Sun Wukong who played tricks on others, when had it ever been his turn to be played? Although he was extremely furious at the figure in white, Sun Wukong did not lose his reason. After taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door in front of him. As soon as the door opened, Sun Wukong immediately saw someone inside. This person was very familiar, yet on closer inspection, he felt incredibly unfamiliar.
"Wu... Wu Ming?" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to Starting Point (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and Monthly Pass. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)
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