We bear people have power

Black Wind Mountain is a mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles. In the spring season, an ancient poet praised it: "Ten thousand ravines compete in flow, a thousand cliffs vie in beauty; birds sing but people are not seen, flowers fall but the trees are still fragrant; after the rain, the sky connects with the green cliffs and the wind blows the pines and the green screen unfolds."

Wild grasses and flowers bloom on steep cliffs; vines and creepers grow on beautiful trees on lofty ridges and gentle slopes.

If I don't encounter a recluse, how can I find a woodcutter?

Two cranes drink by the stream, while wild monkeys roam freely on the rocks.

Such a paradise on earth should be visited by immortals who can climb to its heights and gaze into the distance. The view is breathtaking and picturesque, making this earthly paradise all the more worthy of its beauty.

However, at this moment, on Black Wind Mountain, there was only a large black and white bear roaring towards the depths of the white clouds.

"I stand in the fierce wind, wishing I could sweep away all the lingering heartache; I gaze at the heavens, the clouds move in all directions, sword in hand, I ask the world, who is the hero..."

The song is good, with magnificent lyrics, but the singer's voice is really awful.

The chirping sounded like a baby imitating a wild boar, making the surrounding little demons' eyes glaze over, but they dared not say a word, and even covering their ears was terrifying.

Either be slapped to death by the king, or be tortured to death by this song. It's a very difficult choice.

The black and white bear howled and sang a few verses, but probably because it had forgotten the lyrics, it stopped singing after repeating it a few times. Looking at the birds that had been startled and taken flight all over the mountain, it sighed, "Good birds understand human nature; they were all attracted by my song and danced along with it."

The lesser demons watched the flock of birds fly further and further away, and reluctantly echoed, "The Second King's voice is heavenly; we are obeying his decree."

This black and white bear may seem simple and honest, but it is actually a cunning and shrewd time traveler.

Originally just a tourist visiting the zoo to see pandas, he unexpectedly encountered an accident and was transported into the body of a panda.

Having experienced so much of the world in later generations, Xu Liu's flattery, though not exactly masterful, was still far superior to that of these minor demons.

Monokuma saw through this insincerity but only found it amusing, not taking it to heart.

Thirty-three days have passed since I traveled through time. Even if I'm heartbroken, I should be able to recover by now.

Therefore, he gradually accepted the fact that he had transmigrated and become a panda. Apart from being an exceptionally big eater, being a panda wasn't so bad. Although he tried hard to convince himself to forget the past, Monokuma still used his old name as a way of remembering it.

Throughout his life, he still called himself Guan Bo, because he was willing to go all out in crucial moments.

The king of Black Wind Cave is a black bear spirit who, for some reason, insisted that Guan Bo was his long-lost brother.

Guan Bo thought to himself: This black bear's father's fur must be covered in moss before a panda brother appears.

Regardless, Guan Bo joined the Black Wind Cave and became its second king.

The Black Bear Spirit spent his days cultivating, occasionally going out with the White Flower Snake Spirit and the Gray Wolf Spirit to hunt for wild food, having an open-air barbecue, or chatting with an old monk in a nearby Zen temple.

They're living a pretty comfortable life; at least they have no shortage of bamboo shoots and fruit, which is quite good for a panda.

He opened his mouth to the setting sun and walked into the cave with satisfaction. There were no inspections from superiors, no "Two Studies, One Action" campaigns, no competitive job selections, no meetings or speeches, and no endless banquets every day. This monster's life was much easier than before.

Back in the Black Wind Cave, it was already dark, and the lesser demons lit torches. The cave immediately filled with the smell of pine resin and became unbearably hot.

This annoyed Guan Bo a bit; in a pristine cave, you have to put up with these little troubles.

"I need to learn the Wind-Riding Technique in two days, otherwise the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and we're still using torches, how are bears supposed to survive?" Guan Bo muttered to himself.

Guan Bo strode back to his thatched hut and lay down. He grabbed a couple of handfuls of straw and started weaving a mat. Although Black Wind Mountain was rich in resources, the plants and animals were all native to the wild. Guan Bo couldn't stand lying on the messy straw every day, even eating, drinking, and relieving himself in the same place.

There's no Tmall or Taobao in Black Wind Mountain. Unless you try to snag one from a mortal, you have to make your own straw mat if you want one.

As for robbery, monsters usually kill or even eat people on the side. Guan Bo was once a human, and now he is a vegetarian panda, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Pandas have large, thick fingers and long claws, making it no easy task to weave straw mats. But Guan Bo has come to regard this as a pastime, so even if the weaving is crooked and uneven, he doesn't feel annoyed.

Just as he finished weaving one edge of the straw mat in his hand, he heard a little demon loudly announce, "Second King, a big fire has broken out at Guanyin Temple. Please come out and take a look."

Guan Bo was taken aback. The Black Bear Spirit often went to this Zen temple to chat with the old monk. If something happened to him, it would be like a major earthquake for Black Wind Mountain.

However, as soon as Guan Bo stepped out of the cave, he saw a raging fire, with flames roaring and shooting straight into the sky.

The Black Bear Spirit was not at the Zen Temple at this time, but came out of the cave with Guan Bo.

The Black Bear Demon was extremely burly, with a towering body nearly three meters tall, and was a powerful demon capable of transforming into human form. Guan Bo didn't know how strong he was; he had only seen the Black Bear Demon cultivate, his black-tasseled spear slamming into a boulder.

The nearly ten-meter-high boulder was shattered into fist-sized fragments, breaking the surrounding forest into broken branches and leaves, and clearing out an acre of land.

"Second brother, this must be a fire at Guanyin Temple! These monks are so careless! I think we should help them put it out," the Black Bear Spirit said to Guan Bo.

Seeing the black bear spirit about to ride the wind away, Guan Bo suddenly remembered something that was about to become a matter of life and death.

A fire at Guanyin Temple? A black bear spirit?!

Guan Bo then remembered a book that every Chinese person is familiar with—Journey to the West.

There is a monster in this book who fights against heaven and earth.

"Go and ask around the world, I am the most famous demon in history!"

This statement still resonates powerfully.

Guan Bo was a fan of the Monkey King, but now he's become the second brother of the Black Bear Spirit.

Thinking of Monkey King's giant cudgel that could be long, short, thick, or thin, Guan Bo shuddered and quickly grabbed the black bear spirit, saying, "Big Bear, take me with you."

Black Bear Spirit was actually a little disgusted by the nickname "Big Bear," but Guan Bo kept calling him that, and he got used to it.

Although it was unclear why the second brother, who loved staying in the cave, suddenly wanted to go for a walk, the Black Bear Spirit did not refuse. He created a wisp of black wind, wrapped the two bears, and flew towards the Guanyin Temple.

A hundred miles away, it was covered in an instant; all that could be seen was billowing black smoke and billowing red flames.

Black smoke billows, obscuring the sky from a single star; red flames surge, illuminating the earth for miles.

At first, it was a blazing golden snake, then a majestic blood-red horse; the three energies of the south displayed their heroism, and the great god of fire exerted his magic; the dry firewood burned with fierce fire, what talk of Suiren drilling wood; colorful flames floated before the gate of the hot oil, surpassing even the ancestor's opening of the furnace.

The wind carried the fire's flames, sending them soaring over a thousand feet high; the fire, fueled by the wind's power, sent ashes flying into the heavens.

The clattering and popping sounds are like firecrackers in the twilight of life; the splashing and crackling sounds are like artillery fire in the army.

It surpasses the fierce battle at Red Cliffs at night, and is even more spectacular than the fire that engulfed the Epang Palace!

This is exactly what it means for a single spark to ignite a vast field; in an instant, a fierce fire raged, turning the entire Guanyin Temple ablaze with red.

Look at those monks, carrying boxes, cages, grabbing tables and pots, complaining all over the courtyard.

Yet amidst the raging fire, a small Zen temple remained as steadfast as Mount Tai, enveloped in a thin layer of red light, unharmed no matter how fierce the flames.