Chapter 818

"What, Wukong is 1.8 meters tall?"

"What, Senior Brother is 1.8 meters tall?"

Tang Luo and Zhu Bajie both expressed surprise (bu) (xin).

"Is that the real height?" Zhu Bajie asked.

It's not that I don't believe it, I just want to broaden my horizons.

You should know, baldness and short stature are incurable diseases even the Merit Jade Lotus cannot cure.

It's normal, the Merit Jade Lotus is a Buddhist treasure, how could it cure baldness?

As for being short, do you know why Maitreya is always sitting? Because he's not tall either.

"Fake" height, never mind 1.8 meters, even 1.08 meters Sun Wukong could easily achieve.

But the real height……

Ao Yulie nodded: "After my major renovation, there it is, Senior Brother, come in and let everyone broaden their horizons!"

The door opened, Sun Wukong strode in arrogantly. Tang Luo and Zhu Bajie's sharp gazes swept over, like measuring instruments, instantly obtaining accurate data.

Hmm, indeed not 1.8 meters!

Zhu Bajie showed no confusion, not because he didn't dare, but because he suddenly didn't want to speak.

"This, it's a bit off." Tang Luo used a more euphemistic expression.

"No difference."

Speaking was Sun Wukong, who carefully tidied his hair.

Now his hair resembled a Super Saiyan's, each strand standing upright, close to the Super Saiyan 2 hairstyle, you can refer to Future Trunks, Sun Wuhuan.

From scalp to tip, it added a full six to seven centimeters.

"You see, my hair adds seven centimeters." Sun Wukong pointed to his hair, then to his shoes, "The shoes add seven centimeters."

"Added together, that's fourteen centimeters, 1.74 meters."

"There's no difference between 1.74 and 1.75 meters. Following the real-world rounding method and consistent phrasing, saying 1.75 meters as 1.8 meters is no problem, right?"

Sun Wukong spoke confidently.

Zhu Bajie raised his thumb, giving Sun Wukong a thumbs-up, you-her-damn-really are a talent.

Reasonable and evidence-based, impossible to refute.

"You can go on a blind date now." Tang Luo said.

But speaking honestly, visually, Sun Wukong at a glance really does have that feeling.

Although the hairstyle is a bit exaggerated, that face is still handsome, and carries a sense of arrogance and wildness.

Like a king among the crowd—however you say it, as the Monkey King, he's quite attractive.

Lacking in height, demeanor makes up for it.

Sun Wukong makes up for it perfectly.

After a few minutes, Sun Wukong's hair drooped, his height immediately slid down to the 1.7-meter warning line.

"Little White Dragon." Sun Wukong's face darkened, he spoke sternly.

Ao Yulie's hands flashed with barely visible lightning, he reached out and "stirred the earth" on Sun Wukong's head, restoring his hair to the Super Saiyan style.

While doing so, he suggested: "Senior Brother, how about a Red Pill hairstyle?"

That name sounds a bit strange, very easy to make people associate.

But what he referred to is a famous character from a fighting game, Erjietang Hongwan.

This person usually has long hair hanging down, and when fighting, uses electric current or hair gel to make it stand up.

The former effect is outstanding, a typical representative of hairstyles that don't mess up during PK.

"No, no, too ugly." Sun Wukong shook his head and swayed, "Like a broom."

Although the Red Pill hairstyle can stay neat during PK, unlike Sun Wukong's Saiyan hair which easily droops down.

But it also has problems, in situations with high electric charge, the hair inevitably clumps together completely, looking rather ugly.

Sun Wukong said no, he still prefers the Saiyan hairstyle.

"But what about when fighting?" Sun Wukong's exclusive hairstylist Ao Yulie asked.

"Normally you're responsible for maintaining it for me, anyway you have nothing to do." Sun Wukong laughed, "It helps improve your control."

"As for when fighting——"

Sun Wukong stepped to the side, golden-yellow energy surged forth, presenting a jet-like state, lightning intertwined, hair maintained in a dynamically upright state.

"How about that, hahahaha, impressive?" Sun Wukong laughed triumphantly with hands on hips.

True·Super Saiyan Sun Wukong.

"You've been researching this for over two months?" Tang Luo asked.

"Of course." Sun Wukong wore a proud expression.

"Alright, pretty good." Tang Luo gave considerable encouragement to his senior disciple.

In the pilgrimage team, the most mature and steady man is Sha Wujing, Sun Wukong as Senior Brother has nothing to do with this term.

Not to mention him, even Tang Luo as the master has nothing to do with this term.

Sometimes we still need to rely on Sun Wukong to pull people along.

As master, Tang Luo imparts various rich knowledge to his disciples.

As for how to "be a person," the venerable Qi Tian Da Sheng, Tian Peng Yuan Shuai, Xi Hai San Tai Zi, plus Juan Lian Da Jiang, still need Tang Luo to teach?

Tang Luo as master, this "father" is undoubtedly unqualified, but it's precisely this unqualifiedness that now allows everyone to gather together.

Sun Wukong's Saiyan form lasted over ten seconds before ending.

Ao Yulie helped Senior Brother maintain his hairstyle, then flopped onto the sofa aside, exhausted.

Tony Yulie Teacher wants to rest for a while.

"Master, what do you think that Maitreya guy wants to do?" Sun Wukong said, discussing serious matters.

"Maybe he wants to subdue you." Tang Luo guessed.

"One by one, with nothing to do all day, they just think about these things?" Sun Wukong spat disapprovingly.

Fortunately, Sun Wukong is not just an ordinary pastry; those who wanted to take a bite all broke their teeth.

"When I see him again, I'll definitely let him taste my old Sun's staff." Sun Wukong bared his teeth and grinned.

The monkey's nature is fully exposed.

After the journey to obtain the scriptures, he, Ao Yulie, and Zhu Bajie rarely stayed at Ling Mountain; instead, Tang Luo and Sha Wujing spent more time there.

Among them, Sun Wukong spent the least time.

He simply couldn't endure the atmosphere of Ling Mountain, with its endless Buddhist chants and waves of Buddha's light.

Even though he could skip the morning sutra recitations, just seeing them made him feel annoyed.

The Tathagata did not restrain him, so Sun Wukong naturally ran as far as he wanted, occasionally coming back to visit Tang Luo.

As for why Tang Luo stayed at Ling Mountain for so long, this is called knowing oneself and the enemy, leading to victory in a hundred battles.

To infiltrate the enemy's interior in order to better defeat them—Tang Luo still has this patience.

It's just a pity that the Shanhai Realm shattered, giving him no opportunity.

To this day, Tang Luo still doesn't know what the Tathagata he saw in the Shanhai Realm that day was thinking.

A few people chatted idly, sentence by sentence.

Things like "Wait until I meet my old Sun and smash his dog head with one blow," "Master already smashed it long ago," "Too bad I couldn't personally smash their dog heads," "Senior Brother, you don't know what it was like back then... the stench of blood and rain," and similar remarks, sounded like the language of bandits gathering.

Yet the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful.

The Xiaotianquan lay asleep on the sofa armrest, snoring loudly, while Sha Wujing fiddled with a green potted plant beside him.

Sun Wukong occasionally shifted his sitting posture, already having planned for many people to taste his staff.

Ao Yulie and Zhu Bajie simply sat on the floor—then slumped, leaning this way and there's no need to mention how comfortable they were.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, there was no drifting rain; otherwise, it would surely feel even better.

Ao Yulie glanced at the window, suddenly stood up, walked to the balcony, and said in a low voice: "Rain is coming."

Soon, thick clouds gathered, and a light rain fell from the sky.

The atmosphere was just right—now they could righteously sprawl on the floor.

As for the deep winter, the floor was icy cold, but the mighty true dragon certainly wouldn't mind that.

"By the way, should we sign this?"

Zhu Bajie took out the team mission contract; as long as you sign this thing, you, Sun Wukong, can also wander as gods and demons.

Sun Wukong thought for a moment, then shook his head: "What if this god-demon game has some mysterious methods? Having me, this 'outsider,' around, there's no need to worry."

"That's also true." Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie nodded simultaneously.

For now, the god-demon game brings them nothing but benefits, with missions coming every so often.

For other god-demon wanderers, it's a life-threatening charm that makes them stronger; for Tang Luo and his group, it's an unknown plus a journey to find people.

But what if, at some point in the future, something really happens?

Sun Wukong is the king's trump card.

As for why Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie both signed.

First, back then everyone just wanted to find Sun Wukong as soon as possible, didn't think too much about it, and becoming god-demon wanderers truly helped restore and enhance their strength.

Second, everyone is an adult, so they speak more directly.

If Tang Luo really gets restricted by the god-demon game or something and needs outside help, Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie stepping in would carry more symbolic than actual significance.

Simply put, the master is a god-demon wanderer, so we're just following along.

Following Tang Luo's steps, we just walked together like that.

Now that Sun Wukong has returned, the situation is different again—inside and outside, double insurance.

Sun Wukong has no interest in those equipment, skills, or such things.

He still loves his golden cudgel and using it to smash people.

Whether he displays the Heavenly Net and Earthly Cover, stands firm between heaven and earth, or has three heads and six arms, or transforms into millions, in the end, it's all about using the golden cudgel to smash people.

Sun Wukong is not like Tang Luo, who was so biased at the beginning that he couldn't even fly.

Basic illusion and transformation techniques, all kinds of immortal arts, are mastered by him—he doesn't need the god-demon game to make up for his shortcomings.

His shortcomings, the god-demon game cannot make up for either.

After putting away the team contract, Sun Wukong asked: "Little White Dragon, you say this world is technologically advanced—why hasn't anyone researched something to make people taller?"

"Senior Brother, cultivators in the Shanhai Realm can move mountains and fill seas, regenerate flesh from bones, bring the dead back to life—omnipotent. Yet they still can't make people taller." Ao Yulie said helplessly.

If it were just about growing taller naturally, it wouldn't be a problem.

But Sun Wukong's requirement is internal and external, coming from the "heart," which makes it more complicated.

He was originally a stone monkey, made of stone, and also a monkey.

A height of 1.6 meters placed in a monkey's body—that's a Vajra in the clouds.

Sun Wukong's transformation is also special, unlike Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie, who instantly and completely took human form.

During the westward journey, he gradually shed, or rather, retracted his monkey traits.

This also led to his later physique not changing much—at most, he became a bit more robust.

"Looks like we're still not strong enough."

Sun Wukong clenched his fist, then summarized.

Ao Yulie glanced subtly at Tang Luo: "Master, you've corrupted the senior brother."

Tang Luo sneered, "Right. As long as you're strong enough to break other people's legs, you're higher up."

Height has always come from comparison.

Beside him, Ao Yulie turned his face away. Fine, not corrupted — there's worse.

Leisurely days passed just like that. Three months later, it was the height of spring, flowers blooming in warmth.

Tang Luo and the others welcomed their twenty-sixth mission.

"Oh heh heh heh..."

A few minutes into the mission world, Ao Yulie's laughter rang out within the gray mist: "Master, where are you? What are your identities?"

This was a role-play mission.