No Locals Anymore

Watching the two of them put on such a vivid, full-voiced performance, Sun Wukong somewhat regretted blowing up Five Elements Mountain.

He should have just stayed a shut-in monkey!

But this was, after all, the arrangement of Buddha and Bodhisattva.

Forget it, forget it. This monk was a little strange, but he did not look like some heinous villain.

Thinking this, Sun Wukong hesitated no longer.

Facing Tang Sanzang, he dropped to one knee, cupped his fists, and said:

"Master above! Disciple Sun Wukong is willing to protect Master on the journey west to fetch the scriptures! If demons or devils block the road, disciple will surely turn them to flying ash and scattered smoke! If I harbor the slightest disloyalty, may I, Old Sun, never be reborn for all eternity!"

Tang Sanzang's heart settled, and a gratified smile appeared on his face. With his uninjured left hand, he made a gesture as if to help him up.

"Good, good. Rise, disciple. Since you are sincere, all that came before is drifting cloud and smoke. From today onward, you are your master's second disciple."

He then pointed at General Yin beside him.

"This is your Eldest Senior Brother, General Yin."

"Though he entered the sect a little earlier, your abilities are powerful. In the future, you must look after him more."

General Yin immediately leaned in, his face piled with smiles. "Senior Brother here doesn't have much skill, but whether serving before the saddle and behind the horse, or pouring tea and carrying water, I won't have a word of complaint!"

Sun Wukong stood up and gave General Yin a casual nod, counting it as a greeting.

His gaze swept over Tang Sanzang's still rather unnatural right hand, then he looked at the sky.

"Master, your hand is injured, and