The Holy Monk Wants to Eat Chicken

With a boom, as if the sky and earth were cracking apart, Five Finger Mountain exploded, and a pitch-black monkey somersaulted out from within.

"Ah, you old bastard."

Tang Yu was so startled he almost fell over, cursing under his breath.

Sun Wukong, somersaulting and tumbling, ran towards him, shouting loudly, "Master, Master..."

He knelt before Tang Yu, offering to become his disciple.

Things had reached this point, and Tang Yu couldn't possibly escape anymore.

The Five Directions Guardians had been guarding Sun Wukong for five hundred years and were now preparing to return to Spirit Mountain to report.

But Tang Yu called out to them, "Wait a moment."

The group stopped in their tracks, looking at him from mid-air.

Tang Yu grinned at them, and for some reason, a bad premonition instantly arose in all of them.

He then said to Sun Wukong, "Wukong, can you handle these few?"

"I, Old Sun, am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who wreaked havoc in heaven five hundred years ago. Dealing with a few minor Guardians like them is as easy as turning my hand." Sun Wukong's words were filled with pride.

"Oh, is that so?" Tang Yu nodded with great satisfaction. He waved his hand, "Cut them down, aim for the head, cut them to death."

Sun Wukong and the Five Directions Guardians above stared at Tang Yu, dumbfounded.

Sun Wukong, in particular, picked at his ear, as if doubting he had heard correctly.

The Five Directions Guardians snorted and sped up their departure.

They had guarded Sun Wukong for five hundred years, and that monkey had long been dissatisfied with them. If things got serious, they might not be able to defeat him.

After all, this monkey was already at the early stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation, while they were merely Grand Unity Immortals. Defeating them would be a piece of cake.

Tang Yu secretly glared at Sun Wukong. This monkey was useless; why didn't he make a move? Now it was too late.

The people had run away, and there was no way to cut them down.

"Since that's the case, Wukong, let's be on our way." Tang Yu got on his horse and urged it forward.

He wasn't unfamiliar with those words. In his previous life, he was a fan of Journey to the West and had even read some Buddhist scriptures.

Also, having merged with Tang Sanzang's memories, he naturally recognized them.

He had simply chosen not to save him on purpose.

After all, he had just plundered 100,000 Destiny Points. What if the System took them back if he saved the monkey and it thought he hadn't completed the mission?

Anyway, he hadn't saved him; it was the Golden Head Guardian who had.

He hadn't explicitly taken him as a disciple; Sun Wukong had simply knelt and become one.

Clever, so very clever.

Tang Yu couldn't help but give himself a big thumbs-up for his actions.

He looked ahead. If his guess was correct, the next stop would be a nearby farmhouse.

There was an old man in the farmhouse who had given the monkey peaches when he was young.

Based on the Journey to the West he had read in his previous life, Tang Yu quickly figured out what the next trial would be.

"Master, I, Old Sun, think the same way. If we reach the Western Heaven and obtain the True Scriptures early, perhaps I, Old Sun, can also become a Buddha or something." Sun Wukong led the horse, looking quite yearning.

When did this monkey's disposition change so much? Was he mentally stunted from being suppressed under the mountain?

He was actually thinking about becoming a Buddha. This wouldn't do; such thoughts were unacceptable.

He had to change him, make him abandon darkness and embrace light, and return to the righteous path.

"Wukong, why do you also want to become a Buddha? You know, becoming a Buddha isn't all that great. You can't eat meat or drink alcohol, or get a 'special massage.' It's very boring." Tang Yu said earnestly, "Especially the 'special massage.' If you don't get one for a long time, your body can easily have problems. As Buddhist scriptures say, man is yang, woman is yin. When yin and yang are in harmony, heaven and earth are boundless, and when they blend together like water and milk, reaching the peak of sublimation, only then can one enjoy the great path of the Buddhist Sect."

Sun Wukong stared at him in astonishment, never imagining his master would say such things.

He was supposed to be a highly virtuous monk going to the Western Heaven to retrieve the scriptures, but now Sun Wukong didn't think so.

He seriously suspected his master might be a hypocrite.

Also, "yin and yang in harmony, heaven and earth boundless."

This sounded more like Taoism, didn't it?

Soon, a simple thatched hut appeared before them, with several chickens clucking noisily in the yard.

Should they bypass it?

But the chickens were quite plump.

Tang Yu coughed, staring at the chickens in the yard and secretly swallowing his saliva. "Wukong, let's rest here for a bit and make some food."

"Yes, Master." Sun Wukong helped him off the horse and then went to knock on the door.

An old man opened the door and saw a monkey with a hairy face and a thunder-god's mouth, letting out a startled cry, "A monster!" With a bang, he slammed the door shut.

"Hey, you old man..."

"Wukong, let your master handle this."

Tang Yu walked to the door with a swagger and knocked.

"Old man, open the door. I'm that monk, the one on the journey to the West. It's late, and I'd like to stay the night and get a meal."

Damn it, if you don't open the door soon, I'll have Wukong flatten your yard.

The old man opened the door a crack, peeking out. He still looked fearful, seeing Sun Wukong.

"Hey, old man, what are you afraid of? I know you," Sun Wukong jumped forward and said with a smile, "I am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who caused Havoc in Heaven. I was later crushed under Five Finger Mountain. When you were little and herding cows on the mountain, you even gave me peaches."

Hearing this, the old man's expression softened. He took a good look at Sun Wukong.

Confirmed. It's the right monkey.

"So it's you, sir," the old man's expression eased, and he smiled. "I remember now. Please, please come in. Holy Monk, please come in."

Tang Yu and Sun Wukong walked into the house. It was a very simple dwelling.

Soon, the old man prepared some vegetarian food. Seeing the plain meal with no oil or flavor, Tang Yu frowned.

Is this even edible?

I really don't know how those bald donkeys eat this stuff every day. Aren't they afraid of malnutrition?

But many monks look plump and have big ears. They're probably secretly eating meat.

Otherwise, eating vegetarian every day with no oil or nutrition, you'd starve to death.

"Old man, your chickens are quite plump?" Tang Yu hinted slightly.

He wanted to eat chicken, not this stuff.

"I live alone, so raising a few chickens keeps me company," the old man chuckled.

Tang Yu was taken aback. This old man wasn't getting the hint.

It wasn't that the old man wasn't getting it; it was just that who would have thought a monk, and moreover a Holy Monk of the Great Tang, would want to eat chicken.

Having no choice, Tang Yu reminded him again, "Old man, this dish is a bit too plain?"

The old man looked at him, confused. Shouldn't a monk eat vegetarian?

"You have quite a few chickens, and no one seems to be eating them, right?"

The old man suddenly understood and stared at Tang Yu, dumbfounded.

"Wukong, do you want to eat chicken?"

Sun Wukong nodded. "Of course, I want to eat it." After being suppressed under the mountain for five hundred years, eating nothing but iron eggs and copper juice, he had long forgotten the taste of meat.

Hearing Tang Yu mention it now, he couldn't help but feel tempted.