Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Chapter 100 Deep Affection and Loyalty

Wukong? Junior brother?

Upon hearing this, the fierce light in Sun Wukong's eyes subsided slightly, replaced by deep astonishment and confusion.

He stared at the handsome, composed young Taoist priest outside the door.

Outside the array.

Ying Lingzi's expression remained unchanged as she faced the Fiery Eyes and Golden Cudgel that would terrify ordinary cultivators.

He raised his hands with neither arrogance nor servility, his left hand holding his right, his thumbs interlocked, forming a Tai Chi Yin-Yang seal.

This was a gesture he spontaneously created on the way here. As soon as the thought arose, a Daoist bow that did not belong to this world was born out of thin air.

After completing this action, Ying Lingzi looked at Sun Wukong within the formation, a gentle smile playing on her lips, and softly called out, "Junior Brother, it's been several years since we parted at Fangcun Mountain. How have you been?"

Fan Yuan, who was far away outside the Wuzhuang Temple, watched Sun Wukong's reaction through the eyes of his clone Ying Lingzi and sneered inwardly.

Fangcun Mountain has many disciples. Sun Wukong joined the mountain late and didn't stay for very long, so it was impossible for him to recognize all his fellow disciples.

Even if this monkey is naturally suspicious and insists on getting to the bottom of things, Fan Yuan had already prepared a flawless solution.

"Junior brother, it's been hundreds of years, and you're still as impatient as ever." Ying Lingzi stopped, her tone familiar, as if she were simply reprimanding a mischievous child who had been away from home for many years.

Sun Wukong bared his teeth and sneered, "What kind of demon are you, daring to claim kinship with me, Old Sun?"

"I, Old Sun, am a stone monkey born of Flower Fruit Mountain, without father or mother. How did you come to be my senior brother? You're asking for a beating!"

Before he could finish speaking, Sun Wukong flicked his wrist, and his golden cudgel created a sonic boom that pierced the air, striking Ying Lingzi squarely in the face.

Although this blow was not delivered with full force, it was still something that no ordinary cultivator could withstand.

Far away in the market, Fan Yuan's main body felt his heart clench, but he forcibly suppressed his clone's instinct to dodge.

You can't hide.

If you dodge, your momentum will be lost.

Ying Lingzi stood still, hands behind her back, her gaze fixed on Sun Wukong's burning eyes.

Just as the golden cudgel was less than half an inch from Ying Lingzi's head, the violent gust of wind even snapped off a few strands of his hair.

"Junior brother, have you forgotten that the patriarch once struck your head three times with a ruler on the platform, forcing you to enter through the back door at midnight to preach?"

Ying Lingzi slowly uttered a sentence.

hum!

The golden cudgel stopped abruptly in mid-air.

The violent backlash of magical power made Sun Wukong's tiger's mouth go numb, but he was completely unaware of it.

He trembled violently, and his usually unruly eyes were filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

"you----"

Sun Wukong stared at the Taoist priest in the green robe in front of him, even his voice changed.

This is top secret!

Back then, at the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, in the Xieyue Sanxing Cave, Patriarch Bodhi struck him three times in front of all his disciples, then walked inside with his hands behind his back and closed the middle door.

All the disciples thought that the patriarch was angry, but only he broke through the mystery in the plate and knew that the patriarch wanted him to enter through the back door at midnight to impart the Great Dao of Longevity.

This matter is known to Heaven, Earth, the Patriarch, and others.

There is absolutely no way a third person could know this!

Sun Wukong abruptly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his Fiery Eyes of Truth were activated to the extreme. Two beams of golden light, almost tangible, scanned Ying Lingzi from head to toe several times.

There was no demonic aura.

There was no trace of illusion.

Bone age and cultivation level both indicate that this person is just an ordinary human cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining.

But this only made Sun Wukong more certain of the other party's identity.

"I, Old Sun, am now a Taiyi Body, and my Fiery Eyes were forged in the Eight Trigrams Furnace of Laozi. In this Three Realms, the only ones who can completely conceal my true nature and disguise myself so flawlessly are those few high and mighty Heavenly Venerables, and only—"

Sun Wukong secretly deduced the situation in his mind.

He knew Fangcun Mountain's profound foundation better than anyone else. His senior brother, a member of the Ying generation under the patriarch, had entered the sect many eons earlier than him, and his cultivation had already reached the heavens and the earth.

If such a powerful being wanted to conceal his cultivation level and transform into a Qi Refining stage cultivator, it would be perfectly reasonable for him not to be able to see through it!

Sun Wukong found the perfect excuse for Fan Yuan.

Clang.

The golden cudgel fell to the ground.

Sun Wukong's eyes reddened slightly. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed Ying Lingzi's sleeve, and asked in a trembling voice, "You—you're really from that place? You're my senior brother of the Ying generation?"

Seeing Sun Wukong's appearance, Ying Lingzi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The first step was successful.

"Ying Lingzi." He announced his name and nodded slightly.

"Senior brother!" Sun Wukong cried, tears streaming down his face. Five hundred years of pent-up grievances finally found an outlet. "How is Master? Back then, I, Old Sun, showed off my supernatural powers and was expelled from the sect by Master. He instructed me never to say I was his disciple. I, Old Sun, have caused a great disaster over the years and have been imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years. I miss Master every moment!"

Ying Lingzi looked at the monkey with the hairy face and thunderous mouth in front of her, and a complex look appeared in her eyes at the right moment.

He sighed.

"Junior brother, do you really think Master is blaming you?"

Sun Wukong was taken aback and looked up: "What do you mean by that, Senior Brother?"

Ying Lingzi turned around, her back to Sun Wukong, her voice low and ethereal: "Master knows the past and the future. How could he not know the cause and effect of your trespassing in the Dragon Palace, causing trouble in the Underworld, and making a ruckus in the Heavenly Palace? He sent you down the mountain because he didn't want you to get involved in the karma of Fangcun Mountain, and also to save your life."

"You were imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, exposed to wind and rain, sun and rain."

Ying Lingzi suddenly turned her head, staring intently at Sun Wukong. "You were hungry, and someone fed you iron pellets; you were thirsty, and someone fed you molten copper. Do you really think it's the gods of Heaven showing you mercy?"

Sun Wukong shuddered, as if struck by lightning.

"And that winter, when the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, and you were frozen stiff, an eagle landed on a withered tree above your head and sheltered you from the wind and snow for three days and three nights—have you forgotten?"

"Senior brother means—" Sun Wukong's voice trembled, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

"The shepherd boy and the eagle are both incarnations of Master!"

Ying Lingzi nodded slightly, "My master has visited you in various forms several times. He watched you suffer but could not help you, because this was your tribulation. He has never forgotten you, his disciple!"

"Master!"

Sun Wukong's knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the ground, kowtowing three times in the direction of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

boom! boom! boom!

Three deep craters were punched into the ground.

Sun Wukong was in tears, his last line of defense completely collapsed.

He was a man of deep affection and loyalty. Although a sliver of reason still clung to the suspicion that something was amiss, he preferred to believe it was true. He desperately wanted to hear news of his master, Bodhi.