Chapter 829: 526, that little monster

526, that little monster

526 chapter, that little monster

——A red apricot branch sticking out of the wall

The second demon, this damned thing, truly doesn't know what's good for him. Tang Seng sent him home on a horse, but he's still not satisfied; he insists on having Sun Wukong carry him.

Actually, this second demon has ulterior motives. He knows the principle: to capture a bandit, capture the leader first; to shoot a person, shoot the horse first.

First subdue this capable hairy-faced monkey; then the black-faced Sha Heshang and the pale-faced Tang Heshang will be easy to capture.

Friend, in life you must never underestimate the devil's schemes. Sometimes the devil is even more cunning than humans. Because people interact heart to heart, while devils are different: they always intend to harm people.

Therefore, in life, we must constantly guard against devils.

Sun Wukong, laughing at the second demon clinging to his back, said: "You blind fool, take a look at who your grandfather Sun is! When I first caused havoc in Heaven's Palace, you little monster were still squatting in the weeds. Eighteen thousand years ago, I was already in Supreme Elder Lord's eight-trigram furnace, refining for forty‑nine days straight and attaining the Fiery Eyes of Golden Sight. All demons in the world cannot escape my gaze. I tell you, I saw at first glance that you are no good thing, but a harmful devil. You pretend to be an injured old Daoist, trying to trick my master into eating you? Right? You want to eat my master—it's easy; first ask if Old Sun agrees."

While speaking to the second demon on his back, Sun Wukong tightened his grip, fearing the demon would escape and harm his master.

The second demon, hearing Sun Wukong's words, wanted to flee but found he couldn't. He then pleaded with Tang Seng: "Tang Master, please don't listen to that hairy‑faced monkey's nonsense. I am truly a good person, not a monster. I am a Daoist from the Shangqing Youguan Temple on Western Mountain."

Sun Wukong said: "You are Daoist excrement, Daoist urine, a Daoist bird—you are a inconsistent scoundrel, a hypocritical seller of fake medicine who harms people, a black‑hearted boss who cheats widows and orphans out of their money, a corrupt labor‑reform releasee who should not be allowed to live or propagate, a pompous thief who steals others' research achievements. Though you appear human, a Daoist of famous mountains, a renowned professor, a scholar, in truth you are an envious, talent‑jealous hypocrite, a contemptible wretch. You deserve no good death. Monster, I ask you: you claim to be a Daoist, so why don't you ride your horse but insist on riding a person? You say you are a Daoist, so why, when injured, do you not chant the Northern Dipper Scripture? Why do you shout for help in the deep mountains and old forests? You are surely doing it on purpose for us three master and disciples to hear. I dare say my second younger brother has been captured by you. Today you had better hand over my second younger brother Zhu Bajie, spare your life—consider it your fate. If you utter another 'no,' you will die without a burial place." Sun Wukong said, and tightened his grip on the monster.

The second demon, unable to bear Sun Wukong's choke, shouted toward Tang Seng: "Master, save me! Don't listen to that sharp‑mouth, cheeky monkey's hairy‑faced monk's nonsense. I am truly a monk. No, I am truly a Daoist."

Tang Seng shouted at Sun Wukong: "You reckless monkey! I told you to carry that injured Daoist home on your back. Are you dissatisfied? Is that so? Look at your complaints. Didn't I already tell you, 'Saving a life beats building a seven‑story pagoda'? You just carry him—what's with the 'Northern Dipper Scripture,' 'Southern Dipper Scripture' nonsense? What foul smell are you giving off? You reckless monkey, shut your monkey mouth."

After being scolded by his master, Sun Wukong felt resentful. He then said to the monster on his back: "Old monster, this is really fate. My master is a person who delights in doing good and is compassionate everywhere, but he is also extremely foolish and corrupt, unable to distinguish good from evil, unable to recognize demons and monsters. He now blames me. If I deal with you, my master will surely blame me. If I don't deal with you, this harmful monster, you'll keep pressing on my back until I can't breathe. Well then, monster, I tell you, carrying you on my back is unavoidable—it's my master's order. If you need to relieve yourself, tell me early, you ignorant of urine and feces. If you dump your waste on me, soiling my clothes and offending my person, don't blame me, Old Sun, for being rude. I, Old Sun, am a monk; no one does my laundry. Did you hear that, monster?"

The second demon said: "Monkey, rest assured—look at me, this old Daoist, I'm up there in years, quite old; surely I know this little matter?"