Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong-Chapter 652 - 653 Retrieving the Golden Cymbal (1st

“Eh, what’s this…?”

Inside the Golden Cymbal, Yuan Hong was surprised to see the tip of the drill start to change, forming a small depression inward.

“Quick, get into the pit, I, Old Sun, will take you out!”

Wukong’s voice came from outside; with a leap of joy, Yuan Hong hesitated no further and transformed into a wisp of smoke, entering the small pit at the tip of the drill. As the drill was withdrawn, he was carried out of the Golden Cymbal.

“Thanks, Great Saint!”

Emerging from the small pit at the tip of the drill and reverting to human form, Yuan Hong knelt on one knee and thanked Wukong.

“Alright, no need for thanks, go and rescue your master quickly!”

Wukong waved his hand dismissively.

“This damned Golden Cymbal, watch me smash it to pieces!”

Yuan Hong nodded and stood up, fury rising in his heart. As he looked down at the Golden Cymbal at his feet, he lifted his iron staff, ready to smash it down.

“Hold on!”

Wukong quickly stopped Yuan Hong. “This Golden Cymbal is useful to me, Old Sun; don’t smash it!”

Obeying Wukong, Yuan Hong halted his action and, after thanking him once again, turned around, carrying his iron staff and charged towards the inner sanctum of Thunder Sound Temple.

Wukong employed the Sleeve Qiankun Technique to stow away the Golden Cymbal, which was wrapped in dense Buddha’s Light—a clear indication it was a secret treasure of the Buddhist Sect. Once he refined it a bit to improve its quality, it could serve as a wondrous trap. By then, even a Half-Step Saint trapped inside it would find it hard to escape without help!

Meanwhile, after Yuan Hong entered the room, he quietly freed Jiang Liu’er and the others, planning to sneak out of Thunder Sound Temple, but he was spotted by the Demon King with Yellow Eyebrows, who, with a crowd of demons, chased after them.

“Monk, stop running, leave your head behind!”

With a booming shout, the King with Yellow Eyebrows leapt forward, wielding a large Wolf Fang Club, and struck down directly.

“You scoundrel! Do you really think your Grandfather Yuan is afraid of you?”

Yuan Hong was furious. Having been trapped within the Golden Cymbal had left him stewing with resentment. Had he not been eager to escort Jiang Liu’er and make their escape, he would have settled the score with the King Huang Mei long ago. Yet now that King Huang Mei dared to pursue them, how could Yuan Hong hold back?

With a roar of anger, Yuan Hong drew his iron staff to block the Wolf Fang Club. Exerting force with both arms, he parried it away, followed up with a leap, and swung creating a flurry of staff shadows, clashing intensely.

“This King Huang Mei is quite skilled!”

Sun Wukong, invisible on the side, watched and nodded repeatedly. Solely in terms of martial skill and combat power, King Huang Mei and Yuan Hong were evenly matched. The two exchanged blows with their staff and club for over a hundred moves without a clear victor emerging.

However, the Eight-Nine Profound Skill’s endurance was extremely strong. Yuan Hong was neither out of breath nor showing signs of fatigue, still appearing effortless, whereas King Huang Mei started to pant, and his swings with the Wolf Fang Club became somewhat disordered.

Seeing the bad turn of events, King Huang Mei drew a not-so-new cloth bag from his waist and threw it towards the sky.

“A Qiankun Bag?”

Sun Wukong’s pupils suddenly contracted. Wasn’t that the Ruyi Qiankun Bag that King Huang Mei had summoned? But wasn’t the Ruyi Qiankun Bag supposed to be in Maitreya Buddha’s possession? How had he acquired it?

Could it be that King Huang Mei was in league with Maitreya Buddha?

Wait, a part of the memory gained from the Time-Space Life-Death Talisman seemed to record that King Huang Mei was indeed a young disciple beside Maitreya Buddha, and he had stealthily taken the Golden Cymbal and the Ruyi Qiankun Bag while Maitreya Buddha was not paying attention.

However, Sun Wukong did not take this description in the memory to heart. Maitreya Buddha was destined to be a Future Buddha Ancestor of the Buddhist Sect, and although he had not yet broken through to the Heavenly Dao Saint Realm, he had already attained the cultivation of a Half-Step Saint. How could he possibly not notice a young disciple’s actions, allowing him to steal his two supreme treasures?

This was clearly done on purpose, aiming to gain additional merit in this Journey to the West to Seek Scriptures!

“Too bad, you’ve encountered yours truly, Sun Wukong! The monks of Spiritual Mountain, none of you are good! Just wait and see, I’ll make you lose both your wife and your soldiers!”

A cold smile curled up the corners of Sun Wukong’s mouth, but he didn’t act immediately. It was necessary to let Yuan Hong and the others suffer a bit first—otherwise, how could it be considered a trial?

As the Ruyi Qiankun Bag was raised into the air, a tremendous suction force surged out, sweeping towards Yuan Hong and the others. Caught off guard, Yuan Hong, Jiang Liu’er, and the rest were all sucked into it, captured by King Huang Mei, and were bound inside the rear hall.

“Lads, fire up a big pot for me! We’ll wash this Tang Seng and his disciples clean and boil them together later—let’s all share the meat and gain eternal youth!”

“Eat Tang Seng’s meat! Eat Tang Seng’s meat!”

“Long live the King! Long live the King!”

The crowd of little demons cheered, setting up a huge iron pot in the courtyard of the rear hall and started heating up the water, only waiting for the water to boil to put Jiang Liu’er and his disciples into the pot.

“Big Brother, think of a way quick, or we’ll be cooked and eaten!”

Zhu Bajie, tied up like a zongzi, was hanging upside down from a beam, a face full of misery. “It’s all Master’s fault for insisting on coming here to look, and now look what’s happened—we’re not just facing tribulations, we might actually lose our lives!”

“Shut up, you fool! What are you blabbering about? A bit of rope won’t hold me. Just wait until I get out, and I’ll ensure our escape!”

Yuan Hong glared at Zhu Bajie, admonishing him. Then his body suddenly shrank, slipping out of the ropes and leaping out. He plucked a strand of fur from behind his head, blew on it, and it transformed into his image still tied to the column, seamless to the eye.

Following that, Yuan Hong used the same method to rescue Jiang Liu’er, Sandy Monk, and the Dragon Horse as well, except he did not save Zhu Bajie.

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“Big Brother, I was wrong, and I was wrong not to blabber earlier. Please help untie me quickly!”

Zhu Bajie panicked, calling out in a low voice.

“What are you blabbering for? Are you trying to draw that demon over here?”

Yuan Hong quickly covered Zhu Bajie’s mouth, scolding him irritably. But still, he untied Zhu Bajie, setting him free. Using monkey fur, he crafted duplicates of the disciples tied up, shielding their escape.