Kidnapping the entire Journey to the West, starting by turning Sun Wukong against his own side.

Chapter 67 Bodhi Whisper, Six Ears is Not a Tool

"When asking for directions before a woodcutter, one should not ask..."

The ape king's voice cracked, and the second half of his sentence was stuck in his throat.

The Buddha's light above has already crashed down.

A row of bronze bells outside the exit rang out simultaneously, their sound like nails piercing into people's brains.

Sun Wukong stopped.

He didn't turn around.

He slowly tightened his grip on the golden cudgel in his hand, and the cudgel shone inch by inch.

"The second half of the sentence."

The ape king gritted his teeth, carrying another unconscious ape shadow on his shoulder, his chest heaving with panting.

"Ask your heart."

As soon as those two words were uttered, Sun Wukong's eyelids twitched violently.

Chen Fan saw it too.

This time it wasn't an act.

This time, Sun Wukong was truly stung.

The Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars is the territory of the Bodhi Patriarch. The saying, "When asking a woodcutter for directions, don't ask the person, ask your own heart," is something outsiders simply cannot understand. Let alone those bald monks in Buddhism, even if the Heavenly Court were to search through countless ancient scrolls, they might not know this.

The Green Lion King roared from behind, its claws smashing through half of the stone corridor, and the chains, sparks flying, swept across.

The Bull Demon King turned around and rammed the chain, knocking it off course.

"Go my ass!"

"If you don't flush now, the door will be sealed shut!"

Rolling curtain, dragging his vajra, stood guard at the back, his face pale.

"The Buddha's light has been locked down!"

Without saying a word, Chen Fan raised his hand and slapped it.

"Get out of here!"

Sun Wukong swayed and retreated to the side of the ape king. He grabbed the back of the ape king's neck with his left hand and pulled another unconscious ape king over with his right hand, lifting them up one after the other.

"If you want to die, wait until you get outside."

The ape king staggered as he was pulled, and when he looked up at Sun Wukong, his eyes suddenly turned red.

He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

The next instant, Sun Wukong slammed his staff towards the exit.

boom!

The stone wall with Buddha patterns blocking the entrance exploded on the spot.

As the group rushed out, the entire secret passage behind them suddenly collapsed.

The gravel and the Buddhist fire rolled up together, like a large pot being turned upside down.

The white dragon horse, carrying Tang Sanzang, was already waiting outside. Seeing everyone rush out, it took off running. Only after crossing three mountain ridges was the dark realm of Sumeru behind them completely pressed into the ground.

When everyone stopped, they were all injured.

The Bull Demon King lost a large chunk of skin and flesh from his arm.

The area behind the roller shutter was charred black.

Even Sun Wukong had two more scratch marks on his body.

But no one had time to catch their breath.

All eyes were on the two apes.

One of them was still unconscious, his hands and feet covered in old wounds, the chain marks deep and purple.

Another person sat down against a rock, blood still seeping from his shoulder, his mouth full of dirt, but his eyes didn't flinch.

Sun Wukong stared at him, his voice deep.

"Where did you hear that from?"

The ape king wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly smiled.

"Your master taught you that."

The Bull Demon King's expression changed.

"Still daring to play tricks?"

He raised his hand to grab it.

Chen Fan reached out to stop him.

"No rush. Let him speak."

The ape king looked at Sun Wukong, and his smile slowly faded.

"I'll admit it first."

"I am the Six-Eared Macaque."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere instantly died.

The vajra in the curtain-roller's hand sank downwards.

The white dragon horse was breathing heavily, and its hooves dug a hole in the ground.

Even Tang Sanzang raised his head and stared intently at it.

Six ears.

This name is too jarring.

Even though that battle hadn't actually happened yet, Chen Fan had already told Sun Wukong that Mount Ling would later introduce an identical monkey, take his name, steal his path, and then kill him with a single blow, erasing his very existence.

The person is right in front of you now.

Sun Wukong took two steps forward.

"So you're the one who's supposed to die in my place?"

The six-eared macaque did not retreat.

"That was originally the case."

"When Lingshan found me, I was still a fool."

"They said that you are naturally unruly and will bring disaster to all monkeys in the world sooner or later. They said that if I am willing to help, the Buddhist sect will give me a proper position and bestow upon me the title of Fighting True Body."

"I believe it."

He gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"I really thought back then that I could turn my life around with their help."

The Bull Demon King sneered upon hearing this.

"You're quite good at saving face for yourself."

Liu Er tilted his head and glanced at him.

"Face? In their eyes, I'm not even a living person."

"It's just a spare knife."

"If the knife is dull, throw it away. If the knife is dirty, wash it. If the knife can talk, smash it."

He raised his hand, revealing a lingering burn mark from the gold band on his wrist.

"They taught me to learn from you first."

"They made me practice your speech, your walk, your temper, and even which shoulder you moved first before raising the baton."

"If you practice incorrectly, you'll be punished."

"After beating me, they made me kneel down under the sutra-listening platform and listen to it over and over again, saying that I was still a demon and that I was the one who could enter the Buddhist order."

Sun Wukong's face was completely expressionless.

The more it's like this, the scarier it becomes.

Chen Fan took half a step forward and stared at Liu Er.

"Then what."

Liu Er remained silent for two breaths, then spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Then I heard the truth."

"Once, Huang Mei and a golden-bodied Arhat let something slip backstage."

"What the Buddha wanted was never to leave one of the two monkeys alive."

"He wants to overuse the name Sun Wukong first."

"He creates a situation of truth and falsehood, making the entire Three Realms think that you can't distinguish between truth and falsehood, good and evil. Once everyone is unable to tell which one is the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, he will personally determine the truth and conveniently erase the other one."

"From then on, there was no more Sun Wukong who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace."

"There is only one obedient Buddhist fighter."

These words came down like knives.

Rolling Curtain's face turned pale.

"That's ruthless."

Even the Bull Demon King cursed.

"That bald-headed dog, he really knows how to play."

Tang Sanzang's breathing quickened, and the prayer beads in his hand snapped, scattering the beads all over the ground.

He used to read Buddhist scriptures.

Hearing these words now feels like swallowing burning coals.

Sun Wukong remained motionless.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"So, you've rebelled?"

Liu Er shook his head.

"Not that fast."

"I'm scared first."

"I'm afraid of death, and I'm also afraid of you."

"I did investigate you. I wanted to see if you were worth replacing."

"The more I investigated, the more I realized one thing."

"They're not just targeting you."

"They are all the monkeys that refuse to kneel."

He raised his head, and the fierce look in his eyes finally came through.

"Among the seven great saints, those who can be won over should be won over, and those who cannot be won over should be dismantled."

"You pressed down on the Five Finger Mountain, and the Yu Rong King disappeared, the Macaque King was imprisoned, the Peng Demon King lost contact, and the three heads of Lion Camel Ridge all became dogs of Buddhism and Heaven."

"What they fear is that the spirit of Huaguo Mountain from back then will rise again."

Upon hearing this, the unconscious ape shadow next to him suddenly stirred.

Sun Wukong's eyes darted around, and he immediately went over.

Chen Fan also squatted down and directly lifted the messy hair on the ape-like figure's face.

It was a face so thin it was unrecognizable.

Deep-set eyes.

Cracked corners of the mouth.

But that rebellious spirit is still there.

The Bull Demon King felt a lump in his throat after just one glance.

"Fourth brother..."

Sun Wukong turned his head.

"Do you recognize him?"

The Bull Demon King clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

"I recognize it."

"When we swore brotherhood, he sat in the fourth chair."

"The Monkey King"

"The most mischievous of the four troublemakers is also the least obedient."

"I'll remember this face even if it turns to ashes."

The ape king on the ground seemed to have heard something, and its eyelids twitched with difficulty.

He opened his eyes a crack, saw the Bull Demon King, and a slight smile actually appeared on his lips.

"Old Niu..."

"You son of a bitch... how did you get so fat?"

The Bull Demon King's eyes immediately turned red.

"You can swear, you won't die."

He said he was about to help her up.

The monkey king had just sat up halfway when his chest suddenly convulsed, and he vomited a mouthful of black blood mixed with golden threads.

Rolling up the curtain, he looked down and his face fell.

"Buddha Nail".

"It's pierced his very soul. No wonder he hasn't woken up yet."

Liu Er whispered, "He refuses to convert."

"When Lingshan wanted to take him in as a guardian ape, he smashed the altar on the spot."

"Then they locked him up."

"I was in close custody with him. At first, he would scold me every day, saying that I was full of Buddhist filth and that I would betray my ancestors sooner or later."

The Monkey King wiped his mouth, looking very weak, but still glared at Six Ears.

"Did I curse wrong?"

Liu Er didn't reply.

Just endure it.

Chen Fan understood.

This is where the line truly connects.

Six-eared man is not a clean person.

He really did things for Mount Ling, and he really did have the idea of ​​replacing Sun Wukong.

But it's not a tool made of a piece of paper.

He struggled and turned his head.

These are the kinds of people who are troublesome, but also the ones who are useful.

Sun Wukong looked at Liu Er and suddenly asked a question.

"You're protecting him, aren't you just putting on an act for me?"

Six ears raised their eyes.

"What a load of crap."

"I owe him."

"Once, during the trial of the Sutra Listening Platform, Huang Mei asked me to impersonate you and smash the Monkey King's legs, hoping to force him to submit."

"I didn't do it."

"He woke me up that night."

He said, "If you dare to attack your own kind today, someone will use your bones to ring the bell tomorrow."

The Monkey King sneered.

"I also said that he had six ears, but no brains."

The Bull Demon King couldn't help but chuckle, then took a deep breath and straightened his face.

Sun Wukong did not laugh.

He stared at Liu Er for a long time.

So long that the blood on Liu Er's shoulder dripped into a small puddle.

Chen Fan knew that this was a hurdle that Sun Wukong had to overcome on his own.

That's over; the story of Liu Er is still relevant.

If we don't get through, there will be another corpse here today.

Finally, Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel into the ground.

"I remember the old scores."

"You want to use my name? I'll remember that."

"But today you protected someone and even spoke your mind."

I won't kill you yet.

Liu Er's eyes widened in surprise.

He seemed to have been prepared for this blow, his neck was even tense. Now, hearing this, he was a little stunned.

Sun Wukong turned and left.

"Take it back."

"If you dare to try anything funny on the road, I'll smash three of your legs first."

The Bull Demon King grinned.

"Monkey, you're right."

The roller shutter also breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Sanzang watched Sun Wukong's retreating figure, murmured a Buddhist chant, then stopped and changed his words.

"good."

He was stunned when he uttered that word.

It felt like the first time I'd ever felt that these words weren't something recited from scriptures for others to hear.

Instead, it is what is right in front of us.

Chen Fan walked over to Liu Er and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't relax yet."

"Your life is still under investigation."

Liu Er smiled bitterly.

"I know."

"I didn't intend to wash it for nothing."

Chen Fan hummed in agreement and turned to look at the Monkey King.

"Now that you're awake, don't hold back."

"Of the Seven Great Sages, how much do you know? Tell me as much as you can."

The Monkey King leaned against the rock and took several breaths before raising his eyes.

"I don't know the whereabouts of the Yu Rong King."

"I heard that the Flood Dragon Demon King is still circling around the North Sea."

"King Kepeng..."

As he said this, his Adam's apple bobbed, as if he had thought of something disgusting.

The Bull Demon King immediately asked, "What happened to him?"

The Monkey King looked westward, his face growing increasingly grim.

"When I was being escorted across the back of Lingshan Mountain, I saw a place."

"There's a gold plaque hanging outside, and it sounds really nice. It's called something like 'Release Animal Park'."

"Those imprisoned inside are all untamed great demons and strange creatures."

"Pluck feathers, cut off horns, draw blood, extract bones, use them to refine treasures, feed mounts, and offer at Buddhist banquets."

"I saw a roc feather land on the edge of the cage, its color and aura were just like his."

Liu Er added a comment from the side.

"That place, inside Mount Ling, is called the Beast Garden."

"It was guarded extremely strictly."

"Those who get sent there are basically not treated like human beings."

The air suddenly became quiet.

The Bull Demon King's eyes turned red, and he breathed heavily through his nostrils. He turned around and smashed half a rock next to him with his fist.

"Lingshan Beast Garden?"

"Good, very good."

Sun Wukong slowly turned his head, and golden flames gradually ignited in his eyes.

Are you sure?

The Monkey King stared at him, squeezing out each word slowly and deliberately.

"I'm sure."

"The Roc Demon King is probably still alive."

"But what if it had been a few days later—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Suddenly, a sharp, long cry came from the western sky.

Like a bird.

It doesn't look like a bird either.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

In the distance, the clouds parted, and a golden chariot descended from the clouds, trailing a string of giant cages with feathers hanging from them, from which blood dripped.

In the frontmost cage, a huge black and gold wing slammed against the bars.