Chapter 1109
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Chapter 1109: Sun Wukong’s Request
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, “Alright, I’ll go with you.”
He coughed once in the room, and the door opened automatically. Little Black, panting and sticking out its tongue, rushed in from outside. Upon seeing a strange man suddenly appear in the room, it paused for a moment, then darted in front of Lin Qiye, growling fiercely at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong, transformed into a middle-aged man, raised an eyebrow upon seeing the dog.
“Howling Celestial Dog…”
“Be good, he’s not a bad person.”
Lin Qiye reached out and patted Little Black’s head, which immediately calmed down, licking his palm before transforming into a dog-skin wheelchair for Lin Qiye to sit on.
Seeing the closeness between the man and the dog, a look of confusion appeared in Sun Wukong’s eyes.
“How do you know Howling Celestial Dog so well?”
“Oh, he’s my brother’s dog.” Lin Qiye paused and added, “My brother, that’s Yang Jian.”
“???”
For the first time, Lin Qiye saw a look of astonishment on Sun Wukong’s face.
He frowned at Lin Qiye, seemingly unable to comprehend how his former rival and friend had turned into his brother. By this logic, wouldn’t his own status also drop?
“I’ll explain the details on the way.” Lin Qiye clarified.
Sun Wukong nodded slightly, turned, and left the room. He stood outside in the courtyard, surveying the surrounding majestic celestial mountains and palaces, as well as the occasional celestial cranes and deities flying overhead, feeling a bit dazed.
Lin Qiye wheeled himself out of the house and saw Sun Wukong standing like a statue at the door. He quietly stopped the wheelchair behind him, not wanting to disturb him.
Sun Wukong lingered there for a long time, sighed deeply, and then walked away in a familiar manner toward a certain direction.
Lin Qiye followed him in the wheelchair.
“Hmm? Who’s that next to Qiye?”
Just then, Shen Qingzhu, who had come out of the Anqing Fish Room, saw this scene and spoke in surprise, “Still wearing our [Nightfall] cloak… but aren’t we all here?”
Beside him, Bai Li, plump and round, glanced at the departing duo, narrowed his eyes slightly, and shrugged:
“Who knows… maybe it’s an old friend revisiting.”
“Old friend?”
“I’m just talking nonsense. Hurry back to your room and sleep; I’m tired.”
“…”
…
Celestial beings rode on clouds, flying over Lin Qiye and Sun Wukong’s heads. Whenever a celestial left, Sun Wukong would cast a faint glance at them, his expression tinged with disdain.
In terms of cloud-riding, these two might be the pinnacle among the deities of the Heavenly Court, but even so, they chose to walk. One reason was that Lin Qiye’s body had not yet recovered, and he couldn’t ride the somersault cloud. The other reason was that the somersault cloud was too easily recognizable, and walking could avoid a lot of trouble.
Sun Wukong had not yet been discharged from the hospital. If the deities of the Great Xia discovered Sun Wukong’s presence in the Heavenly Court, it would surely cause a stir, and the existence of the deities’ mental hospital would be exposed. So, it was better for the two to keep a low profile.
After a while, Sun Wukong stopped in front of a celestial palace.
“I’ll go in for a bit; wait for me outside.” Sun Wukong tugged at his hood, completely shrouding his face in shadow, and with a flicker of his figure, he disappeared outside the celestial palace.
Once Sun Wukong vanished, Lin Qiye looked up at the plaque in front of the palace:
“Qiongshan Palace?”
What kind of place is this?
It didn’t seem as ethereal as other celestial palaces… Is someone familiar to Sun Wukong living here?
Lin Qiye could only wait alone at the entrance of the celestial palace. After a few minutes, Sun Wukong walked out, looking no different than before, the only change being a large black bag on his back.
Curious, Lin Qiye wanted to use his spiritual power to probe what was inside the bag, but as soon as his spiritual power left his body, he felt a wave of dizziness and had to abandon the idea.
Sun Wukong, carrying the bag, spoke lightly: “Let’s go.”
“Monkey Brother, have you finished seeing the person you wanted to meet?”
“No.” Sun Wukong shook his head, “I’m just about to go now.”
With a heart full of questions, Lin Qiye followed Sun Wukong across most of the Heavenly Court, arriving at the edge of several floating divine mountains.
Sun Wukong looked around to confirm that no deities were nearby, then summoned a somersault cloud, taking Lin Qiye with him as they flipped to the top of the highest divine mountain.
“Woof—!”
As soon as they landed, Little Black, the dog-skin wheelchair, exclaimed, and Lin Qiye quickly gestured for it to be quiet.
A cool breeze swept across the lush green ground, causing the branches of three towering ancient divine trees on the mountaintop to sway gently. Under the azure sky, Sun Wukong transformed back to his original form, draped in half a cassock, carrying the black bag, and slowly walked to the center of the three divine trees.
He bent down to untie the black bag, taking out two heavy wooden boards, cradling them in his arms. He sat cross-legged on the ground, using a glimmer of golden light from his fingers to gently carve something into the wooden boards.
Clouds drifted, and shadows danced.
On the divine mountain, the ancient ape with dark golden fur brushed against the air. After a moment, he stopped his carving, stood up, and walked to the highest point of the divine mountain, deeply embedding the two wooden boards into the earth.
Only then did Lin Qiye see the true appearance of the two wooden boards.
He saw that on the thick wooden boards, in crimson strokes, were inscribed several large characters:
—Grave of Junior Brother Zhu Wuneng.
—Grave of Junior Brother Sha Wujing.
At the moment he saw these two lines of text, Lin Qiye froze in place.
He turned to look at the lonely figure standing before the two wooden boards, his expression incredibly complex.
In Lin Qiye’s mind, memories of the silhouettes of the two demons lying in pools of blood resurfaced…
So the person Sun Wukong wanted to meet was them?
Sun Wukong looked at the two simple wooden plaques, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. As he bent down to take out golden, ornate wine jars and numerous spirit fruits from the black bag, he murmured to himself:
“Fool, Old Sha, the materials here are limited, so I can only make you a simple wooden tablet for now… But I stole the Jade Emperor’s dinner from Qiongshan Palace, so today, let’s enjoy a feast together as brothers!”
Sun Wukong picked up a golden jar filled with celestial brew, just about to pour it on the ground when a figure in white walked up the divine mountain from the other side. Upon seeing Sun Wukong in front of the two wooden plaques, he paused slightly, then widened his eyes:
“Great Sage?!”
