Chapter 782: You Are Already Dead

"How dare you speak to your grandfather Sun like that!" Sun Wu struck first, jabbing his staff at Tang Luo's chest.

Tang Luo casually caught the copper staff, wrested it away, broke it into two pieces, and tossed them aside.

"..."

The onlookers fell silent, unable to follow the explanation—what kind of martial art was this?

Barehanded against blades plus iron sand palm?

Never seen anything like it!

And the moves weren't flashy at all, like an adult bullying a child.

The instant his weapon was seized and destroyed, Sun Wu's heart lurched, the feeling of myocardial infarction intensifying.

Yet this didn't stop him from continuing to fight; he clenched his sandbag-sized fists and smashed them toward Tang Luo.

I, Sun Wu, will today defy heaven itself!

Tang Luo dodged Sun Wu's punch, extended his right foot, and nearly tripped him to the ground.

Sun Wu was agile, braced his hands on the ground, kicked out with both feet, and fiercely attacked Tang Luo's lower body.

After a split second's thought, Tang Luo slapped Sun Wu to the ground: "Go on, go on."

Then he grabbed Sun Wu's calf and dragged him out of the arena.

Tang Luo had no intention of battling Sun Wukong's reincarnation for three hundred rounds here, just to entertain the crowd.

After being casually slapped by Tang Luo, Sun Wu's entire body went numb, feeling as if his limbs weren't his own, and he was dragged down from the platform by Tang Luo.

There was nothing he could do—he couldn't move.

Like holding a weapon, Tang Luo casually gripped the rigid Sun Wu and walked out.

The surrounding onlookers instinctively cleared a path, wearing expressions of regret, and let Tang Luo leave.

They still wanted to see if this outsider could achieve a hundred consecutive victories.

Though they wanted to watch the spectacle, they dared not stop Tang Luo from leaving—not even a single person tried to provoke him.

Everyone already knew Sun Wu was a strongman.

One who could knock Sun Wu down was even stronger; the crowd's eyes were sharp, and they could guarantee this with their own lives.

Moreover, this white-haired youth strongman looked ill-tempered—who would dare to stop him?

In the crowd, a few people's eyes flickered as they quietly slipped away.

Tang Luo held Sun Wu aloft, swaggering all the way, chose the most luxurious teahouse in this prosperous ancient capital, requested a private room, and, under the waiter's strange gaze, ordered a full table of fine dishes.

When leaving, the waiter rubbed the reward money in his inner pocket, his eyes shifting from strange to fiery.

A big spender!

What, where did the money come from?

Begging for alms is a basic operation in Buddhism.

Such a minor matter needs no elaboration—just know that Master Xuanzang excels in this field.

After all, he is the Victorious Fighting Buddha; in many Buddhist domains, he must be proficient in one or two.

Tang Luo achieved outstanding results in begging and conversion; after leaving, he wouldn't disgrace the Great Thunderclap Temple.

He could hold his head high and declare himself a member of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

After placing the numb, rigid Sun Wu all the way on a chair, Tang Luo sat down before him.

After a while, Sun Wu leapt to his feet.

Just one punch—this punch was Tang Luo's.

Sun Wu "sat" back onto the chair, jumped up again, and threw another punch—still Tang Luo's.

After repeating this several times, Sun Wu panted, braced his hands on the armrests, and finally stopped jumping; he still wanted to jump, but his face hurt too much.

The pain left him without strength.

"Who are you?" Sun Wu asked.

"Wukong, I am fated with you; I am your predestined master." Tang Luo said, producing the golden hoop and shaking it, "Do you remember this?"

Seeing the golden hoop, Sun Wu's eyes narrowed, a flash of violent blood-red passing through.

"No... but I find it disgusting to look at." Sun Wu said, gripping the armrest.

"Hmm." Tang Luo put the golden hoop away again—this thing, it seems, is not suitable to wear now.

Tang Luo didn't believe that if Sun Wu wore the golden hoop, he would regain his memories and strength like in Journey to the West, becoming Sun Wukong again.

Let's just leave it aside for now.

"Besides, I'm not called Wukong." Sun Wu watched Tang Luo put away the golden hoop, "My name is Sun Wu."

"It's fine—Wukong is your dharma name; I am a Buddhist disciple, my secular name is Tang Luo, my dharma name Xuanzang. Your dharma name is Wukong." Tang Luo said with a smile.

"Wait! When did I ever say I wanted to take you as my master!" Sun Wu slammed his hand on the table.

"Because we are fated, predestined." Tang Luo smiled, holding a flower.

Sun Wu suddenly stood up: "I never wanted to take you as my master—farewell!"

"Don't you want eternal life?" Tang Luo extended an olive branch.

During the westward journey, when chatting idly with Sun Wukong.

He indeed said he was moved by the old monkey's death, born with a desire for longevity, and thus wandered everywhere seeking immortals.

Sun Wu paused his steps, then turned his head and coldly snorted: "Eternal life? Is there such a thing in this world?"

"There is." Tang Luo raised his right hand... and paused midair.

At this moment, what should an immortal generally do?

Naturally, display immortal arts—like making withered wood bloom again, or bringing the dead back to life—to inspire awe and worship.

Can Tang Luo do these?

It's not that he can't, after all he has a functional dharma treasure, the Merit Jade Lotus.

But even though he doesn't really need to accumulate merit power to recover and heal anymore, wasting merit power on this sort of thing isn't good either.

Too extravagant.

And if he's going to demonstrate, naturally he should display the methods he's most skilled at.

Casually, the withered plants placed inside the private room shattered; Tang Luo asked, "How about it?"

"... What does this count as?" The hint of anticipation in Sun Wu's eyes instantly collapsed.

This is also called an immortality method?

Isn't it just relying on his own high martial arts to cause destruction?

Give Sun Wu five or ten years, and he could do it too.

It's just that heaven doesn't give the time.

"This is naturally an immortal's method." Tang Luo waved his hand again.

Turning another withered plant beside it into a drifting cloud of fine powder.

In this day and age, if you don't smash something into a pile of fine powder, you can't show your might.

If experts must be ranked by level, based on killing degree, they can be divided into Shard-level, Fragment-level, Fine Powder-level, and Void-level.

As a Void-level expert, Tang Luo merely displaying Fine Powder-level destructive power was already extremely restrained.

"This isn't an immortal's method of yours, at most it's just high martial arts." Sun Wu shook his head.

"You don't know shit. When martial arts reach a certain level, it's called high martial. In essence, it's not much different from cultivation." Tang Luo said, "Ever heard of entering the Dao through martial arts?"

Sun Wu shook his head; it wasn't that he didn't understand entering the Dao through martial arts, his meaning was: "I only seek an immortality method."

The Great Dao has three thousand paths, I ask only one question: can it grant immortality?

"Immortality is just a basic operation, a bonus." Tang Luo said, "Enter my gate, gain immortality, avoid the Three Calamities, combat power limitless — everything you want is there."

This monkey is this troublesome, no wonder Patriarch Subhuti had to hit him three times back then before he'd impart divine abilities.

Tang Luo isn't Subhuti, so he doesn't have that many particulars.

Even if Sun Wukong doesn't want to learn, he'll forcefully press him to learn.

This is what "begging you to accept me as a disciple" amounts to.

It's just that Tang Luo's begging is comparatively overbearing.

"Then..."

"Demanding so much! You can learn or not!" Tang Luo slapped the table; this time he didn't use combat-power-level force, since he'd be serving dishes later.

"I'm already married, I can't abandon my wife—"

"Pfft!"

Tang Luo, who had just picked up his tea and taken a sip, sprayed it on the spot.

"What did you say?"

"I'm already married—"

"A female monkey?"

"You!" Sun Wu flew into a rage; humiliating him was fine, insulting his wife was not.

"Wait, I'm a bit worked up, let me calm down." Tang Luo was an extraordinary person after all, and steadied quickly.

It's just that Sun Wukong found a wife.

He's not Teacher Liu; Sun Wukong dating and having a kid wouldn't make him angry, just surprised.

After all, Sun Wukong is the guy who pinned the Seven Fairies and ate peaches; didn't expect him to suddenly awaken here.

Could it be that this is the legendary 'daytime thoughts, nighttime dreams', because he lacked it, he craved it?

"Calmed down." Tang Luo picked up his tea and took a sip, "My gate doesn't forbid marrying and having children, no taboos whatsoever, you don't need to worry."

Sun Wu let out a breath of relief, then brought it up again: "My wife..."

Before the words were even finished, a commotion came from outside; the shop assistant shouted in panic, "Young Master Zhang! Even if you're Young Master Zhang you can't go in, ah—"

Followed by an incomparably exaggerated miserable scream.

The shop assistant meant: for the sake of the tip, I've already done my best to warn you; whether you can escape depends on your fortune.

Hearing the three words "Young Master Zhang," Sun Wu's complexion changed slightly, brows furrowing.

"What, know him?"

"Counts as an enemy."

"How'd the enmity form?"

"I owe him a thousand taels."

"..."

Right, a creditor is an enemy, spoken without error.

The tightly shut door was kicked open by someone; a group of big, burly men, the kind who could wrestle in a changing room, rushed in.

Not only were their physiques extraordinary, their martial arts were also not bad.

Three could beat one Sun Wu; now nine came in, instantly blocking the still fairly spacious room tight.

As for Young Master Zhang, he was a man with a pale face, thin build, sunken eye sockets, dark circles, excessive indulgence in wine and lust, one step away from his life going up in smoke.

"Sun Wu, where's the money you owed me after completing a hundred wins as agreed?" Young Master Zhang looked at Sun Wu, tone frivolous, "Can't do it now, what do you say we do?"

"I—"

"You're already dead."

Tang Luo's words cut off Sun Wu's explanation, pointing at Young Master Zhang he said.

Young Master Zhang blanked: "Who are you?"

"Above, Wukong, beat him to death, this is a demon." Tang Luo spoke the Dharma, directly fixing Zhang Gongzi's nature.

"A demon?"

"Where did this madman come from, kill him!" Zhang Gongzi reacted quickly, immediately giving the order.

"The Dharma is boundless." Tang Luo sat upright in place, giving Sun Wu a powerful BUFF, "You have been strengthened, go up quickly."

One minute later, Sun Wu looked at his hands in some surprise, clenched his fist, opened it, then clenched again.

Feeling an inexhaustible, endless power, like a vast sea surging.

This is truly the method of immortals!

"Um, are we Buddhist disciples?" After a while, he finally realized.

"I suppose so." Tang Luo waved his hand, "Alright, send this demon on its way, we should be leaving."

As for the meal, judging by Zhang Gongzi's appearance, it was clear this meal wouldn't happen.

"A demon?" Sun Wu expressed doubt again.

Tang Luo flicked his finger, a stream of qi struck Zhang Gongzi's face, his head jerked back, suffering a heavy external blow, and began to transform.

The human face disappeared, revealing a "demon face," resembling the Sad Frog but gray in color.

"This!"

Sun Wu's worldview was shaken again.

"Hey, turns out it's a catfish, still the Bèngbō'ér Bà model." Tang Luo snorted with laughter.

"The monkey has fallen from grace, and now every Tom, Dick, and Harry jumps out."

This does carry a hint of tribulation.