Sun Wukong guessed that the people above would use despicable methods to frame him and force him into rebellion, such as making the Heavenly Horses disappear one after another, or spreading plagues and diseases.
Once the number of Heavenly Horses no longer matched the accounts, the people above would launch a surprise inspection. As the head of the Imperial Horse Administration, he would bear inescapable responsibility, and the laws and regulations of Heaven would naturally deal with him.
If he did not want his monkey head rolling to the ground, he could only raise the banner against Heaven.
Then he would be officially made a first-rank official—the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
But if he rebelled for real, he would be falling right into their trap!
Sun Wukong had already devised his strategy. He would rather go to the Demon Slaying Platform than rebel. Let them be as strong as they wanted; lying flat was king. He would devote himself to slacking off to the bitter end. A lump of mud definitely could not be molded into a wall.
"I'm holding the script in my hands. How could I possibly mess this up?"
More than half a month passed, and the progress differed slightly from what Sun Wukong had expected.
There were no disappearances, nor any plagues or diseases. All one hundred thousand Heavenly Horses were safe and sound—not even one had suffered an accidental pregnancy.
The people above disdained playing shady little tricks. They came at him openly, fair and square—strong, hard, and unyielding.
On the first day, it was Lingguan Hall. On the second day, the Four Relay Stations. On the third day, the Five Camps. On the fourth day, the Twenty-Eight Mansions came as a group...
They requisitioned Heavenly Horses in the morning, returned the exact number