Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Surrounded by clouds and mist, the air is filled with fairy air.

Sun Wukong pushed the dog-skin wheelchair transformed from the little black rashes, and walked slowly and steadily on the white marble road to heaven.

Lin Qiye sat in a wheelchair, his face pale, feeling the majesty and solemnity of the Heavenly Palace, but his heart was beating fast.

What on earth does this monkey want to do by getting himself up here?

At this moment, the little black cat under him suddenly whimpered.

A threatening grunt rolled in his throat, and he bared his teeth at Sun Wukong's back.

Sun Wukong paused, turned around suddenly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his flaming eyes.

He stared at the seemingly ordinary dog ​​skin with a frown on his face.

"You black dog, are you tired of living? You're baring your teeth at me, Old Sun. Do you want to be skinned and made into a vest?"

Sun Wukong's voice was filled with a murderous aura.

Lin Qiye patted the wheelchair armrest gently, comforting Xiao Heilao, then raised his head.

His tone was as calm as if he was talking about something insignificant: "Great Sage, calm down. He is not an ordinary black dog."

Sun Wukong's gaze shifted from the dog skin to Lin Qiye's face.

His eyes were filled with inquiry: "Oh? It's not a black dog, could it be some kind of mythical beast?"

"He is my second brother's Sky-Roaring Dog." Lin Qiye said calmly.

The air solidified instantly.

Sun Wukong's flaming eyes widened as if he had heard some great joke.

He looked Lin Qiye up and down, then looked at the dog skin, his face full of expression.

"Your second brother? Roaring Sky Dog?" Sun Wukong's voice changed.

"Are you talking about... the three-eyed Yang Jian?"

Lin Qiye nodded, as if it was a matter of course: "Yes, my second brother, the True Lord of Guankou Erlang, Yang Jian."

Sun Wukong was completely confused.

He stood there in a daze, his mouth open and not closing for a long time.

My mind is a mess.

Yang Jian’s younger brother?

Isn’t that the Jade Emperor’s nephew?

I, Sun, and Yang Jian are friends of the same generation. This guy calls Yang Jian "Second Brother", so what should I call him?

Dear nephew?

This generation is a complete mess!

Sun Wukong looked at Lin Qiye's pale but calm face, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

This kid looks weak, but he has such a powerful background?

"Let's go, Great Sage." Lin Qiye broke the awkward silence.

"If you don't leave now, it will be dawn."

Sun Wukong came back to his senses and looked at him with complicated eyes.

Without asking any more questions, he turned around silently and continued pushing the wheelchair forward.

Only this time, his steps were noticeably heavier.

The two of them did not fly into the clouds, but just walked step by step in the empty sky.

Deliberately avoid the patrolling heavenly soldiers and the occasional immortals flying by.

Sun Wukong knew the terrain here very well. After making many turns, he soon arrived in front of a palace surrounded by fairy air.

"Qiongshan Palace".

Sun Wukong signaled Lin Qiye to wait there, and he slipped in like a ghost.

But after a moment, he came out quietly again, with a heavy cloth bag in his hand.

He casually hung the cloth bag on the armrest of the wheelchair and continued pushing it forward.

A rich aroma of wine and food wafted out of the cloth bag, which made people's mouths water at the sight.

Lin Qiye's heart moved. What the monkey stole in the middle of the night must be a good thing.

He tried to mobilize a little bit of his mental strength to find out what was in the bag.

But as soon as his mental power touched the cloth bag, his head buzzed, his head spun, and he almost fainted.

My body is still too weak.

Lin Qiye had no choice but to give up, but his doubts grew even heavier.

What on earth is this monkey trying to do?

Where are you going to take me after stealing the fairy wine and delicacies?

In the depressing atmosphere, the two passed through the sea of ​​clouds and finally came to the foot of a sacred mountain suspended in the air.

The mountain rises high into the clouds, its summit hidden among the stars.

Sun Wukong parked his wheelchair at the foot of the mountain and said to Lin Qiye, "Wait here. I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he grabbed the bag of magic wine, jumped up, and his body turned into a golden light, rushing straight to the top of the mountain.

Lin Qiye sat in a wheelchair, looking up at the sacred mountain, the feeling of uneasiness in his heart becoming stronger and stronger.

Not long after, a golden light descended from the sky, and Sun Wukong landed in front of him again.

But this time, he no longer looked like the woodcutter.

He was wearing a golden chain mail armor, a phoenix-wing purple gold crown on his head, lotus silk cloud-walking shoes on his feet, and holding a golden iron rod in his hand.

On that furry face, a pair of fiery eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

The Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong.

He transformed back into his true form.

"Let's go up."

Sun Wukong spoke concisely and carried Lin Qiye and the wheelchair on his shoulders.

With a tap of his foot, the whole person soared into the sky like a cannonball and landed steadily on the top of the sacred mountain.

The wind was very strong on the top of the mountain, making people's clothes rustle.

On the top of the mountain, there are only three gnarled and vigorous thousand-year-old sacred trees, and nothing else.

Sun Wukong put Lin Qiye down and walked to the three sacred trees without saying a word.

He took out two wooden signs that he had prepared long ago from his pocket.

He then drew out his golden cudgel and used it as a knife to slowly carve the name on the wooden plaque.

His movements were slow and solemn, and he put all his strength into every stroke.

Lin Qiye sat not far away, watching quietly.

When Sun Wukong placed the wooden sign on the ground, he could see the words on it clearly.

One piece reads: The Tomb of Zhu Wuneng, Marshal Tianpeng.

Another one reads: Tomb of General Sha Wujing.

The big red characters seemed to be written in blood, stinging Lin Qiye's eyes.

An indescribable sadness suddenly surged up from the bottom of my heart without any warning and instantly swept through my whole body.

Bajie... Junior Brother Sha...

Sun Wukong placed the immortal fruits and delicacies stolen from the Qiongshan Palace in front of two simple wooden tablets, and opened the wine jar. The rich aroma of wine immediately filled the air.

He poured three bowls of wine and placed one bowl in front of Zhu Bajie's tombstone.

One bowl was placed in front of Sha Seng's tombstone, and he picked up another bowl himself.

"Bajie, Junior Brother Sha, I, Sun Quan, have come to see you."

Sun Wukong's voice was a little hoarse, and he grinned, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

"I know you're greedy, so I brought you some goodies from Heaven. Today, let's have another drink, brothers!"

He raised his head, raised the wine bowl, and was about to pour the bowl of immortal wine on the ground.

In the corner of her eyes, there was a glint of tears.

The Monkey King who had caused havoc in Heaven and acted lawless now looked so lonely and helpless.

Just as Sun Wukong was about to spill the wine, an untimely voice suddenly rang out from the top of the mountain.

"Great Sage?!"

A fairy official in white appeared on the top of the mountain.

He looked at Sun Wukong's attire, then at the tablet on the ground, his face full of shock and disbelief.

Sun Wukong's action of pouring wine came to an abrupt halt.

He turned his head slowly, inch by inch, his golden eyes burning with flames,

He instantly became icy cold and stared at the uninvited guest.

Lin Qiye's heart also rose to his throat at this moment, and the nerves in his body instantly tensed up.

On the top of the mountain, the sounds of wind, voices, and even heartbeats seemed to be completely frozen at this moment by those cold golden eyes.