Journey to the West: Man in heaven, working nine to five

#1646 - How to bear injustice? Let's talk about it for fun

Let's gloss over the numerous tribulations Chu Hao underwent amidst the skirts.

Suffice it to say, upon returning to the Journey to the West team, Chu Hao was wholly preoccupied with the cooking methods for the Niezha Dragon Ancestor's corpse.

According to Chu Hao's initial plan, he only intended to boil the Niezha Dragon Ancestor's remains into a soup to share with the members of the Law Enforcement Hall, but now it seemed he had acquired a great treasure!

However, what exactly would come of it in the end? Chu Hao still felt a sense of vague uncertainty.

Although the system had never cheated him, and anything the system provided was bound to be exceptionally valuable,

the corresponding factor was Chu Hao's own effort.

The principle of 'more work, more gain' was exemplified perfectly by the system. Had he not dealt with the immense karma of the Niezha Dragon clan, Chu Hao wouldn't know how he could have obtained such a great treasure.

And if he could turn it into a Dragon Knight, that would be unspeakably cool.

The Niezha Dragon Ancestor, after all, was a super powerhouse who had dominated the Dragon Han era. To make a joke of the Niezha Dragon Ancestor was ultimately to become entangled in karma with the Dragon race.

Karma, from the beginning, was a complex and intricate matter. Just think, countless years ago, the Niezha Dragon Ancestor had already plotted against his descendants, using his corpse as bait, and now he had sacrificed the Dragon race.

If he were to ride the Niezha Dragon Ancestor, wouldn't the escaped Niezha Dragons return to fight him to the death?

It seemed that any normal person would find it difficult to accept seeing someone else riding their bones, right?

Speaking of which, why did the Niezha Dragon Ancestor flee back then? Could it really be as he imagined?

Then, what kind of trap would that be?

Chu Hao felt as if he had fallen into a huge vortex, and he was sinking deeper and deeper.

To subdue this old ancestor, Chu Hao felt that relying on himself alone was definitely not enough.

Chu Hao suddenly remembered something and asked Xiao Qiong:

"Do you know what the Dragon Tomb of the End is?"

Xiao Qiong hugged Chu Hao's leg, her face full of attachment, her voice soft and糯:

"They say it's a very terrifying place, the final resting place of all dragons. Whether they die by judgment or their lifespan expires, all dragons die there."

Chu Hao raised an eyebrow.

"Then why are the Niezha Dragons so afraid?"

Xiao Qiong shrugged.

"I don't know, maybe they just have a guilty conscience."

Chu Hao nodded, but didn't ask further.

It's worth mentioning that Chu Hao taking Xiao Qiong on the Journey to the West was just a coincidence. It had just been too long since they had seen each other, and Xiao Qiong didn't want to leave Chu Hao's side, so she stayed close to Chu Hao, occasionally acting as a normal crotch-riding divine beast.

A very normal one.

Meanwhile, Tang Sanzang and his disciples, with water and fire in balance, their nature clear and cool, borrowed the Pure Yin Treasure Fan, fanning away the dry fire over the mountain. In less than a day, they traveled eight hundred miles, the master and disciples leisurely heading west.

It was now late autumn and early winter, entering a time when wild chrysanthemums wither and new plum blossoms sprout.

Sun Wukong shielded his eyes with his hand, looking into the distance, and saw an incomparably majestic and imposing city.

Dragons coiled around its shape, tigers crouched in the golden city. The canopy of glory was close on all sides, and the purple ruins were level for hundreds of turns. Jade stone bridge railings were lined with ingenious beasts, and golden platforms were arranged with wise men. It was truly a capital of the Divine Continent, a jade capital of Heaven!

Sun Wukong exclaimed, "Master, that city is the residence of an emperor of a kingdom."

Pig Bajie, studying the gluttonous power within his body, casually laughed, "Every prefecture has a prefectural city, and every county has a county town. Why do you assume it's the residence of an emperor?"

Sun Wukong chuckled, "You don't know that the residence of an emperor is naturally different from that of a prefecture or county. Look at how it has more than a dozen gates on all sides, and a perimeter of more than a hundred miles, with towering pavilions and colorful clouds. If it weren't the capital of an imperial nation, how could it have such magnificence?"

Sha Seng said, "Brother, your eyes are sharp, recognizing it as the place of an emperor, but what name does it bear?"

The Journeyer said, "Since there are no plaques or banners, how can we know? We must inquire within the city to find out."

However, Chu Hao frowned.

Within that city, Chu Hao sensed a strange aura.

"How is this place different from the previous kingdoms? Although there are ancient temples and monasteries here, with incense smoke filling the sky, there is no reverence for Buddha at all?"

The first thing Chu Hao thought of was those kingdoms he had previously converted, such as Wuji Kingdom.

Yes, only in the kingdoms where the spark of revolution had been ignited had he felt such an aura.

However, this place was already deep within the Western Niu Continent. Basically, all the kingdoms after this were directly under the control of the Western Heaven.

That is to say, the further they went, the deeper the extent to which the kingdoms behind them were controlled by the Western Heaven, and it was extremely rare for them to ignite the spark of revolution on their own.

Could it be that there was an expert in this kingdom?

Had he started an internal struggle on his own, and even ignited the spark of revolution?

Pig Bajie looked at Chu Hao and shouted:

"Boss? What do we do? Could it be that there's a trap in this kingdom? Do we go in or not?"

Tang Sanzang and the others had experienced too much, and they were not inexperienced people. Seeing Chu Hao's hesitation, they became much more vigilant.

Chu Hao smiled slightly.

"Indeed, Great Thunderclap Temple is just for fun. The scriptures must be sought along the way, looking at this scenery!"

"Disciples, let's go!"

Tang Sanzang rushed to the gate. Dismounting and crossing the bridge, they entered and observed, seeing six streets and three markets, with goods and wealth flowing. They also saw magnificent attire and luxurious figures.

Everyone sighed, what a prosperous kingdom. This was close to the foot of the Western Heaven, yet there was such a good place. It was truly worth it!

As they were walking, they suddenly saw more than a dozen monks, each wearing shackles and chains, begging along the doors, truly ragged and不堪.

These dozen or so monks looked unkempt and disheveled, completely lacking the wealth of the monks they had seen in previous kingdoms.

You must know that under the foot of the Western Heaven, the status of monks was top-notch.

Only in enlightened kingdoms like Chechi Kingdom could they see through the affairs of these monks, not allowing them to easily exploit incense offerings. In other places, who would dare to do such a thing?

Tang Sanzang's mouth curved into a hint of mockery, but he said:

"Under the foot of the Western Heaven, there can actually be such awareness, preventing these monks who don't work with their limbs or distinguish between the five grains from succeeding. Such a treasure land is truly rare!

Wukong, go forward and ask him why they are suffering so much?"

The Journeyer obeyed and immediately called out, "Monk, which temple are you from? Why are you wearing shackles and chains?"

The monks knelt down and said, "Grandpa, we are the wronged monks of Golden Light Temple."

Sun Wukong said, "Where is Golden Light Temple located?"

The monks said, "It's just around the corner."

Sun Wukong brought them before Tang Sanzang and asked, "How were you wronged? Tell me so I can enjoy it!!"

The monks: ? ? ?

What do you mean, tell me so I can enjoy it?