Chapter 693: Chapter 693

Red Boy sat down, and the banquet continued with laughter and joyous chatter.

Tang Sanzang also sat down, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart, sighing inwardly—Ah, the poor monk has broken another precept, I must be careful next time, never to break the vow again.

"Master, let me toast to you; thank you for your care during this period," Zhu Bajie lifted his cup.

Tang Sanzang also raised his cup.

Red Boy, full of admiration, said to Sun Wukong, "Uncle, I’ve grown up listening to your heroic deeds since I was a child, and I especially love the story of the Big Chaos in Heaven you caused back then. None of the hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals could match you; you were truly amazing."

Sun Wukong’s face also showed pleasure. Since birth, he had been alone, and he had never really experienced this kind of almost familial affection, particularly the admiring gaze from the younger generation, Red Boy, which made Sun Wukong a bit carried away.

Sun Wukong laughed cheerfully, "It was just a bunch of cowardly Gods I encountered, though they had grand reputations. Weren’t they all thrashed by Old Sun until they ran off wetting themselves?"

Unable to contain his ambition, Red Boy spoke with a fighting spirit, "One day, I too will create a big stir in both the Heavenly Court and Hell like Uncle, making All Gods bow down to my Samadhi True Fire."

Sun Wukong was jolted awake and quickly said, "Red Boy, you must never underestimate the Heavenly Court. When Old Sun wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, it was because the Heavenly Court was unprepared, and I fought my way out, but in the end, wasn’t I suppressed under Lianhua Mountain?!

While there are some cowardly Gods in the Heavenly Court, there are also many powerful Divine Spirits, some of whom even Old Sun is no match for."

"Younger Uncle, you haven’t turned cowardly after being suppressed for five hundred years, have you?" Red Boy said, dissatisfied.

"Heh—Old Sun has just become clearer about things. The Heavenly Court’s reign over the Primordial World for countless years is not without substance."

Red Boy pounded his chest and exclaimed, "Just watch, Younger Uncle! In the future, I will surely surpass you! Now, let’s drink!"

"Don’t come asking Younger Uncle to save you by then."

"Younger Uncle, let’s not talk about other things for now, let’s drink.

This is precious wine I sneaked from my father; I believe it’s the Fusheshe Wine gifted by the Bi Bo Pond Dragon Palace. I usually can’t bring myself to drink it."

"Bi Bo Pond Dragon Palace, that’s the place where the Nine-Headed Prince Consort and Wansheng Princess are from?"

"Yeah! My father and the Bibo Pond Dragon King are old friends."

"Then I should thank you, Younger Nephew."

"No need to thank me, no need. It’s what the younger generation should do."

Sun Wukong lifted his cup, took a sip to test it—his internal Nine Revolutions Mystical Technique circulating to confirm there wasn’t any anomaly.

After his recent encounters and exchanges with Jiang Ziya, being drugged repeatedly, Sun Wukong had also become much more cautious, intuitively learning how to detect poison.

Sun Wukong laughed heartily, "This is really good wine," and gulped it down, fanning his mouth because of the spiciness.

As night fell, the cave remained brightly lit. On the mini-square inside the cave, all the little monsters, including Sun Wukong and the others obtaining the scriptures, had all fallen to the ground, snoring loudly. The wine, brought from their ancestral land as a gift to the father-in-law by the Nine-Headed Beast, packed quite a punch.

Several figures silently stood up, their tall shadows cast on the walls, appearing ominously dark and terrifying.

On the main seat, Red Boy suddenly opened his eyes, and there was not a hint of drunkenness in them, only shrewdness.

The little demon captains beside him quickly knelt and respectfully said, "We greet the King!"

Red Boy put a finger to his lips, shushing them, and whispered, "Take Tang Sanzang away with you!"

The little demon captains tiptoed forward, carefully lifted Tang Sanzang, and walked outside.

Tang San muttered groggily, "Don’t—don’t touch me, I’m not drunk, I can still drink."

Red Boy leaped up, using his spear as if it were a brush, writing rapidly and with vigor on the wall. He then floated down before the little monsters, waved his hand, and said softly, "Follow me!"

Red Boy led a group of little monsters, carrying Tang Sanzang away silently into the night, not returning till dawn.

The next morning, Sun Wukong, reeking of alcohol, rose from his tiger skin bed and muttered, "Haven’t drunk such strong liquor in ages; even Heavenly Court’s Jadescent Nectar doesn’t come close."

Looking around, the cave was cluttered with Evil Spirits sprawled out every which way. Even Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing had drunkenly collapsed to the ground.

Zhu Bajie was hugging Sha Wujing’s furry leg, Sha Wujing was using the White Dragon Horse as a pillow, snores filled the air, and the White Dragon Horse lay on the ground, drooling.

Sun Wukong chuckled to himself and said, "This little nephew isn’t half-bad, actually put me up on a bed. Not bad, not bad, this treatment must be better than the little monk’s, right?"

His smiling face suddenly went blank. No, that’s not right, where’s Tang Sanzang? Where’s Red Boy? How come I can’t find them in the main hall? Could they have gone to rest in another chamber?

Sun Wukong felt a sense of unease in his heart. My lovely little nephew wouldn’t have also fancied the taste of Tang Seng’s meat, would he?!

In a flash, he multiplied into dozens, leaving trails of phantoms shuttling swiftly throughout the cave. Soon after, the dozens of figures merged back into one.

Sun Wukong leaped down the steps and kicked Zhu Bajie, shouting urgently, "Get up!"

Then he kicked Sha Wujing as well, yelling, "All of you, get up!"

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing groggily rose to their feet.

Seeing Sun Wukong in front of him, Zhu Bajie said grumpily, "Brother Monkey, you’re always in such a rush. The journey to obtain the scriptures is so arduous. We’ve finally arrived at our relative’s place, and you won’t even let us sleep properly."

"Sleep, sleep, all you know is sleep, the little monk is gone."

Sha Wujing exclaimed in shock, "What? Master is gone?"

Sha Wujing quickly stood up, looking around and then asked anxiously, "Where’s the Holy Infant King, Red Boy?"

Sun Wukong said with urgency, "Gone as well."

Zhu Bajie yawned and lazily said, "What’s so strange about that? Maybe Master woke up earlier and went to find something to eat?"

Sun Wukong grabbed Zhu Bajie by the ear, annoyed, "You fool, all you think about is eating. It’s the little monk who’s missing."

"Ouch~ Ouch~ Let go, Brother Monkey, let go!" Zhu Bajie stood on tiptoe, slapping Sun Wukong’s monkey paw.

Sun Wukong then released his hand.

Sha Wujing anxiously called out, "This is bad, Big Brother. Could it be that Master has been kidnapped by Red Boy?" Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel⦿fire.net

Sun Wukong looked concerned—the very thing he was worried about. If Red Boy had really captured the little monk, he would be in danger; neither Heavenly Court nor Buddhism would let him off.

Zhu Bajie, rubbing his ear, said, "This is simple; just wake them up and ask."

Zhu Bajie opened his mouth and a jet of water shot out, pouring down like a torrential downpour.

"Who’s splashing water on me?"

"Ahh~ what good liquor."

Amidst a cacophony of voices, all the little monsters lying in the hall got up one after another, clamoring non-stop.

"Bang~" The Jingu Bang staff struck the ground, its formidable presence spreading out from the staff at its center, like a Fierce Beast glaring down at all the Evil Spirits.