The monkey had disappeared. His fellow disciples were extremely anxious and went to ask Subhuti, but Subhuti said he did not know.
The disciples did not believe their master's answer. Their master was so powerful—how could he possibly not know?
So the fellow disciples went out together to search for him.
They had already been worried, and now that their master was pretending not to know, they became even more concerned.
At that moment, in Northern Jambu Continent, inside a demon cave, a demon trembled beneath a table. The lesser demons around him had all been killed.
A sinister smile curled at the monkey's lips as he lifted a cup of wine and poured it over his wounds. Though it hurt badly, it kept his mind from becoming too chaotic and eased some of the hostility within him.
"Spare me... spare me!"
The demon beneath the table cried out, trembling.
The monkey yanked him out, then twisted his hand and tore off the demon's head.
After leaving the cave, he continued onward. Seven days had passed, and he no longer knew how many demons he had killed.
Although killing demons calmed his hostility somewhat, it would flare up again after a while, even more fiercely than before.
He knew that this would become a Bottomless Cave, harder and harder to control, but he had no choice.
As he walked, the monkey unexpectedly arrived at a human village. There were around a thousand people living there.
The monkey froze and wanted to turn around and leave at once. But suddenly, his hostility flared up, far stronger than before. His heart filled with killing intent, and whenever he saw a living being, he wanted to kill.
He charged into the village, intending to kill people, but he desperately held himself back.
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