"The scripture system has been successfully activated. The person who is currently retrieving the scriptures, Tang San."
"Current mission: Subdue Sun Wukong.”
" Reward for completing the mission: [Mission Failure Punishment: Fall into the eighteen hells and never be reincarnated.]”
"Current number of successful players: 0. [Current number of failures: 9998] As the user of the last system activation, you receive an additional penalty: After failure, the world will be permanently closed and the world in the previous life will be destroyed.”
What the hell? Mission? Subdue Sun Wukong?
As a transmigrator, coming to another world and becoming Tang Sanzang had already happened, and a system had inexplicably appeared. With Tang San's current ability to accept it, even the strangest things didn't seem so inconceivable.
However…the number of people who succeeded was 0, and the number of people who failed was 9998! What was the meaning of this? Nearly 10,000 people had been sent to hell before him? Was that monkey with the wrong gender and species so ferocious?
Tang San felt he had no choice but to be careful. At this moment that voice rang out again: " The Pangu Art was left behind by the fallen Pangu God when the universe was created. However, due to its uniqueness, no one has ever seen it or cultivated it since ancient times…"
A spell left behind by Pangu? Even if one used their toes to think, they would know what level of treasure that was!
This time, he was really going to die if he didn't succeed. If he couldn't subdue this monkey, not only would he die, but even the plane from his previous life wouldn't be spared.
Tang San, who had accidentally become a candidate for the savior, opened his eyes, and after discovering he hadn't fallen into meat paste he let out a sigh of relief.
His back was soft, and Tang San climbed up to take a look. He saw the mountain god's eyes bulging out, half of his body sunk into the mud, already breathing less and more, hurriedly saying: "Amitabha, I'm guilty!"
"Hey, that monk over there!" At this moment, a young girl's arrogant voice came from behind.
Tang San turned his head, slightly lowering his head……
The 1.8 meter tall Tang San looked at this girl who at most reached his chest, still unable to accept the fact that she was Sun Wu Kong.
With short hair, wearing somewhat tattered golden chain armor, he raised his head to look at Tang San with an unruly smile.
Just now, when she was begging him to save her, she was still calling him master. Now that she came out, her expression immediately changed. It seemed that the more than 9,000 people in front of her had died unjustly.
Treating her like the Sun Wu Kong in the original novel was not enough, the original Tang Sanzang still dared to reprimand Sun Wu Kong, but now Tang San was incomparably certain that if he was even a little careless, this lawless girl would definitely stab him to death with a stick.
However, although his life was in danger, he still had to have the dignity that a master should have. Tang San put on his kasaya, finally having some monk appearance, and pretentiously chanted a Buddhist name, saying: "Wansun, since you have become a monk, you should act like a cultivator. Also, you should call me master in the future…"
"Alright, alright." Sun Wukong waved his hand impatiently and scolded,""You haven't wiped the oil off your mouth yet. Why are you pretending to be a living god?”
Tang San wiped his mouth, solemnly saying: "Have you forgotten what Bodhisattva said to you?”
"Isn't it just sending you to the western paradise? It's simple. I'll carry you and somersault, and in the blink of an eye, we'll be at Spirited Mountain!”Finished talking, Sun Wukong grabbed Tang San's arm, about to soar into the air.
Puff...
Looking at Sun Wu Kong's face smashed to the ground, Tang San's teeth ached. Good heavens, to think that this monkey-like girl had an indestructible body. If it were an ordinary person, their head would have already exploded, right?
Sun Wukong rubbed his forehead and got up, saying angrily,""What kind of evil magic did you cast? Why is it heavier than the Five Elements Mountain?？”
"Heaven's secrets can't be revealed……"
Could he tell Sun Wukong that this was the setting? She wouldn't understand even if he told her…Speaking of which, he was heavier than a mountain to her. If he pressed her down…
Tang San hurriedly shook his head, how long had it been since he touched a woman? Although this guy was quite beautiful, the two pieces of flesh on his chest added up to less than three taels. If the tail at the back was cut off, she would only look like a 14 or 15-year-old human girl. When did she become so depressed…No, she was so hungry that she couldn't be choosy?
"Alright, this is really troublesome." "Monk, can you fly?" Sun Wukong asked impatiently.”
Tang San's expression darkened, turning his head away: "I naturally know how to fly. However, you need to be sincere and take one step at a time. Otherwise…"
"Alright, alright, alright. If you can't fly, then so be it.”
These words almost choked Tang San to death, this monkey, not easy to deal with!
Just as he was about to smooth things over, he turned around and saw that the monkey was already ten meters away. He turned around and said,"Let's go. Do you want me to carry you?”
Then you have to be able to carry it!
Tang San buried the words in his heart, secretly thinking to himself that stinky monkey only cared about being arrogant now, when big sister Guan Yin appeared, this father would put a tight hoop on you, not afraid that you wouldn't admit defeat.
When that time comes…Hehe, if I tell you to go west, you won't dare to go east. If I tell you to take off your clothes, you'll have to…cough cough, good, good.
Tang San himself mounted the white horse, following Sun Wu Kong westward. Along the way he watched her jumping up and down without rest back view, secretly calculating.
After crossing Dual World Mountain, Sun Wukong who had never paid attention to Tang San finally spoke, saying: "Monk, what's your name?"
Disinclined to correct this fellow's treasonous appellation, Tang San said: "Tang Sanzang, nicknamed Third Master Tang!”
"Third Master Tang? You look like a local ruffian." Sun Wukong burst into laughter, making Tang San, who had always considered himself the Third Master, unable to keep his face. He suddenly thought of the name Tang Sanzang once gave Sun Wukong in Journey to the West. According to the plot, should he also give her a name?
Speaking of which, calling this teenage girl Sun Wu Kong, Tang San always felt somewhat strange. "Since you've become a monk, you should take a dharma name…"
"Oh? Interesting. Tell me about it."
Only to see Tang San close his eyes and frown, several times calm, finally opening his eyes, his face carrying joy, saying: "I heard that you used to have a good name in the Flowerfruit Mountain, called the Monkey King. In that case, your Dharma name shall be…Xiaomei!”
Holding back his laughter, Tang San looked at Sun Wukong whose expression was constantly changing, only to see her at first startled, then slightly angry, clearly she wasn't very happy with this small word. However, after she repeated it a few times, her face darkened again. She stopped jumping up and down and actually started to ponder.
Hey, hey, it was just a joke. Don't tell me you're really…
"Alright, let's call her Xiaomei. Sun Xiaomei, Sun Xiaomei, I like it!”
Tang San almost fell off his horse……
At this moment, Sun Wukong, no, it should be Sun Xiaomei, suddenly straightened up and said with a smile,""Monk, wait here. I'll go and change my clothes.”
Hearing this, Tang San looked around, and saw the distant grass move slightly. According to the script, Sun Wukong should be flaying the tiger.
Sure enough, Sun Xiaomei pulled out a thin needle from her ear and chanted, immediately turning it into a gold-inlaid iron rod.
Sun Xiaomei jumped into the grass with the Jingu Staff in her hand. A whimper was heard, and a moment later, Sun Xiaomei came out with a perfectly cut tiger skin. She gestured on her body and muttered to herself,"It's a little big. It can be made into a vest and skirt.”
"Wu…Xiaomei, where's the tiger?”Tang San jumped off the horse, asking repeatedly, his face anxious.
Sun Xiaomei rolled her eyes and hid the tiger skin behind her back. She turned her head and said,"I chased him away."
"Nonsense!" "I clearly saw you holding the tiger skin. Say, where is that tiger?”
"Tsk!" Sun Xiaomei was impatient. It was said that monks loved to nag, and it was indeed the case. He had only killed a tiger today, and this monk was already nagging him. If he wanted to kill a few thieves tomorrow, wouldn't he be cursed to death?
Right now, he heard Tang San's disappointed expression, sighing: "Xiaomei, how can you be like this? You're wrong!"
Sun Xiaomei decided not to hide it anymore. She took out the tiger skin and snorted,"I've already beaten him to death. What can you do?”
Tang San had a pained expression, continuing: "How can you be so wasteful?"
"Ah?"
"That tiger meat and bones are great tonics! Why did you just skin him alive?”Tang San grabbed Sun Xiaomei's hand, anxiously saying: "Quick, bring me to cut off the tiger's meat and use it as dry rations. We'll break the tiger's bones and soak them in wine. As for the tiger's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys…we can't waste them.”
Sun Xiaomei was dumbfounded. She felt as if her worldview had collapsed.
"Oh, right." Tang San suddenly paused, turning his head to ask the stunned Sun Xiaomei: "Is that a male tiger or a female tiger?"
"It seems to be a male…"
Tang San breathed a sigh of relief, while pulling Sun Xiaomei into the grass, he muttered to himself: "That's good, that's good. Tiger penis…this is a good treasure to use to convert female demons in the future!”
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