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He wiped his face, leaving several ridiculous marks from Yu Ji's makeup on his skin.
"Six bandits, look out!" he shouted angrily, gripping the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand. The familiar weight brought him comfort.
The six bandits clearly did not expect that this delicate beauty was actually Sun Wukong in disguise. They were so frightened that they fell to their knees, begging for mercy.
"Great Sage, spare us! Great Sage, spare us!" they pleaded pitifully, their voices shrill like that of a dog whose tail had been stepped on.
"Years ago, beneath the old vine and tree, the six of us failed to recognize the Great Sage and ended up in a dire situation. Now that we've finally found a place to settle in the Ancient People's World, we hope the Great Sage will show mercy and spare our lives!"
Wukong let out a cold laugh, striking the Ruyi Jingu Bang against the ground with a spark flying. The six bandits trembled in fear, wishing they could find a crack in the earth to hide in.
"Spare you? Have you ever spared those innocent people you robbed? Have you ever spared those weak ones you bullied?" Wukong's voice was icy, devoid of any emotion.
"Great Sage, you may not know, but while we do rob and steal, we have always been careful not to harm anyone. We have never committed any heinous acts!"
Wukong looked at these former bandits, now groveling like lost dogs. There was no pity in his heart, only endless disgust. In this world, the law of the jungle was natural; they preyed on the weak and feared the strong. Now they dared to seek his mercy—how laughable!
In an instant, the Ruyi Jingu Bang struck like lightning, turning the six bandits into a bloody pulp. Blood splattered and stained Wukong's golden armor, but he paid it no mind, as if he had merely crushed a few ants.
He continued forward with only one thought in his mind: to find the path to the future world.
He walked quickly. Suddenly, a pair of Blue-Robed Attendant blocked his way.
"Great Sage! You have finally arrived! Our Yama King has passed away, and the Jade Emperor is too busy to send someone to take over. The Underworld is left without a leader. Today, we kindly ask you, Great Sage, to temporarily oversee matters for half a day. We would be immensely grateful!"
Wu Kong furrowed his brow; he had no time for such trivialities. He needed to travel to the future and seek that answer.
"I'm too busy!" he replied coldly, turning to leave.
"Great Sage! Please help us! The Underworld is of great importance, and if anything goes wrong, we cannot bear the consequences!" The two attendants pleaded desperately, nearly dropping to their knees before Wu Kong.
A thought crossed Wu Kong's mind as he recalled Tang Seng, his ever-chatty yet kind-hearted master. Would his master be disappointed if he knew Wu Kong turned a blind eye to suffering just because he was in a hurry?
With a sigh, he relented. Fine, he would help them this once.
He followed the attendants into Yama Hall, a grand yet eerie structure that felt far removed from the future world he had envisioned.
Judge Xu Xian held the imperial seal and requested Wu Kong to temporarily assume the role of Yama King. Kneeling at the foot of the steps were Red-Haired Ghost and Green-Toothed Ghost, along with over eighty million lost souls and wandering ghosts. In front of the hall stood various judges—seven-foot tall judges, flower-bodied judges, and numerous others like the General Judge and Chief Judge—totaling no less than five million, all presenting their documents while chanting " Thousand Years Old." Additionally, the Nine Princes came to pay their respects, but Wu Kong waved them away dismissively.
The Nine Princes retreated nervously, fearing that this Great Sage might unleash chaos upon the Underworld if displeased. Wu Kong casually waved his furry hand as if shooing away a few buzzing flies. He sat languidly on the cold Judge's chair, once reserved for Yama himself, now feeling like a hot iron that irritated him.
Chief Clerk Judge Cao lay prostrate on the ground with both hands raised high; the Life and Death Register in his grasp seemed as heavy as a mountain. Wu Kong took it absentmindedly and flipped through its pages with a vacant gaze. The register was filled with intricate records of all beings' fates in the world, yet not a single word registered in his mind. Instead, memories flooded back of that day in Heaven—the Jade Emperor's indifferent gaze, the Queen Mother's scornful laughter, and the disinterested expressions of those deities.
"I wonder if that group of men and women I killed a few days ago is recorded in this book?" Wu Kong mused internally while his hands continued to flip through the pages unconsciously. He was not afraid of taking responsibility; rather, he was weary of this endless cycle of conflict. What was there left for him to protect in Heaven, in the Underworld, or in the Three Realms?
"What if it says 'Sun Wukong killed thousands of men and women'? Should I pretend I didn't see it, or just tear this book apart?" He chuckled self-deprecatingly, but a glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He recalled the five hundred years he spent trapped beneath Wuxing Mountain, enduring loneliness and despair day after day. He had once vowed to make those who oppressed him, mocked him, and abandoned him pay the price.
"Bah! Back in the day when Lao Sun caused a ruckus in the Underworld, I had all the Sun family members summoned. Those little ghosts relied on my protection; their merits and demerits balanced out. Besides, when Lao Sun does things, which little ghost dares to speak out? Which Judge dares to write recklessly?" He slammed the Life and Death Regist Two Books t and tossed it down the steps as if discarding useless trash.
Judge Cao hurriedly picked up the Life and Death Register, standing by with a trembling bow, not daring to make a sound. Wukong waved his hand impatiently. "Go find me a novel to pass the time."
"Master, there are too many matters here; I really have no time to read novels." The Judge's eyes darted around before he quickly handed over a yellow-covered Almanac. "Master, the previous ones all read this."
Wukong took the Almanac and casually flipped it open, only to be taken aback. The arrangement of this Almanac was quite peculiar; it began with December and ended with January. Each month started with thirty or twenty-nine days, with the first day appearing at the end.
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