Chapter 1109 – Sun Wukong’s Request

　　Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, “Alright, I’ll go with you.”

　　Lin Qiye coughed in the room and the door automatically opened, Little Black Lai spat out his tongue and ran in from outside with a whimper, seeing that there was suddenly an additional strange man in the room, he was first stunned, then leapt up to Lin Qiye’s body and menacingly growled lowly at the Sun Wukong.

　　The Sun Wukong, who had changed into a middle-aged man, raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the dog.

　　”Roaring Dog ……”

　　”Be good, he’s not a bad guy.”

　　Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and stroked Little Black Lai’s head, the latter instantly became docile, licked his palm, and shifted into a dog skin wheelchair for Lin Qiye to sit on.

　　Seeing this man and dog in front of him being so intimate, a puzzled look surfaced in Sun Wukong’s eyes.

　　”Why are you so familiar with the Roaring Dog?”

　　”Oh, this is my brother’s dog.” Lin Qiye paused and added, “My brother, is Yang Jian.”

　　”???”

　　For the first time, Lin Qiye saw a look of dismay on Sun Wukong’s face.

　　He frowned as he looked at Lin Qiye, seemingly unable to comprehend how his former arch-enemy and best friend had become his younger brother. According to this math, wouldn’t his own seniority have fallen off as well?

　　”Specifically, I’ll tell you on the way later.” Lin Qiye explained.

　　Sun Wukong nodded slightly and turned around to leave the house, he stood outside the compound and looked around at the surrounding cascading immortal mountains and palaces, as well as the cranes and immortal gods that swept overhead from time to time, and for a moment, he was in a bit of a trance.

　　Lin Qiye came out of the house in his wheelchair and saw Sun Wukong standing at the doorway like a statue, silently stopping his wheelchair to adorn the back without going up to disturb him.

　　Sun Wukong stopped there for a long time, let out a long sigh, and lightly took a step away in a certain direction.

　　Lin Qiye followed in his wheelchair.

　　”Hm? Who’s that next to Seven Nights?”

　　Shen Qingzhu, who happened to come out from An Qingyu’s room, saw this scene and spoke with some surprise, “Still wearing our [Night Curtain] cloak …… But aren’t we all here?”

　　Beside him, Baili Chubby glanced at the departing duo, his eyes slightly condensed, and shrugged:

　　”Who knows …… maybe it’s a deceased person who revisited his hometown.”

　　”A deceased person?”

　　”I’m talking blindly, hurry back to your room and go to sleep, little master I’m sleepy.”

　　”……”

　　One by one, the gods and goddesses flew through the clouds and swept over Lin Qiye and Sun Wukong’s heads, and every time one of the gods and goddesses left, Sun Wukong would faintly glance at him with a hint of disdain in his expression.

　　In terms of flying clouds, these two might be the ceiling of the Heavenly Court Gods, but even so, they chose to go on foot, firstly because Lin Qiye’s body had not yet recovered and he could not ride the somersault clouds yet, and secondly because the somersault clouds were too easy to recognize, and they could avoid quite a bit of trouble on foot.

　　The current Sun Wukong had not yet been discharged from the hospital, once the gods of Daxia found out that the Sun Wukong had appeared in the Heavenly Court, it was bound to cause a sensation, and the existence of the mental hospital of the gods would be exposed, so the two of them were still as low-key as possible.

　　After a short while, Sun Wukong stopped in front of an immortal palace.

　　”I’ll go inside, you wait for me outside.” Sun Wukong tugged on his hood, completely hiding his face into the shadows, and his figure disappeared outside of the immortal palace in a flash.

　　Only after Sun Wukong disappeared did Lin Qiye look up at the plaque in front of the Immortal Palace:

　　”Qiong Cuisine Palace?”

　　What kind of place is this?

　　It doesn’t look as immortal and dusty as other Immortal Palaces …… The one who lives here is an acquaintance of the Sun Wukong?

　　Lin Qiye had no choice but to stand guard at the entrance of the immortal palace alone, after a few minutes, the Sun Wukong walked out from it and didn’t look any different, the only difference was that there was an extra large black bag on his back.

　　Lin Qiye curiously wanted to use his spiritual energy to probe what exactly was in the bag, but just as his spiritual energy left his body, he felt a wave of dizziness and could only give up on the idea for the time being.

　　Sun Wukong carried the bag and spoke indifferently, “Let’s go.”

　　”Monkey Brother, have you finished meeting the people you want to see?”

　　”No.” Sun Wukong shook his head.

　　”Just about to go now.”

　　With a heart full of doubts, Lin Qiye followed the Sun Wukong through most of the Heavenly Court to the area around a few divine mountains hanging over the edge.

　　After looking around and confirming that there were no immortals in the area, Sun Wukong lifted a somersault cloud and brought Lin Qiye with him, tumbling onto the top of one of the tallest divine mountains with a single heel.

　　”Woof–!”

　　As soon as he landed, the doggy wheelchair underneath Lin Qiye cried out in alarm, and Lin Qiye quickly made a silencing gesture to him.

　　The cool breeze whipped through the lush green land, blowing the branches of the three towering thousand year old divine trees at the top of the mountain slightly swaying, and under the azure blue sky, the Monkey King transformed back into his original form, draped in a half-robe and carrying a black bag as he slowly walked to the center of the three divine trees.

　　He bent down and unraveled the black bag, from which he took out two thick wooden boards, cradled them in his arms, sat cross-legged on the ground in silence, and with a wisp of golden aura contained in his fingers, he gently carved something on the wooden boards.

　　Streaming clouds floated, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

　　Above the divine mountain, that ancient ape’s dark golden fur flicked lightly, and after a moment, he stopped fingering, stood up, walked to the highest part of the divine mountain, and stuck those two stone boards deep into the earth.

　　It wasn’t until then that Lin Qiye was able to see the true appearance of those two planks.

　　Only on the two thick wooden boards were a few large words outlined in tong red strokes:Tomb of Senior Brother Pig Wuneng.Tomb of Master Brother Sha Wujing.

　　The moment he saw these two lines, Lin Qiye was stunned in place.

　　He turned his head to look at the forlorn figure that stood before the two wooden boards with a complicated expression.

　　In Lin Qiye’s mind, he once again recalled the two demonic figures that fell under a pool of blood in the time silhouette ……

　　It turned out that the people Sun Wukong said he wanted to see were them?

　　Sun Wukong looked at the two humble wooden plaques, the corner of his mouth hooked up a bitter smile, as he bent down to take out a single golden ornate wine pot from his black bag, as well as a multitude of aura-heavy immortal fruits, while muttering:

　　”Dull, old sand, this side of the material is limited, can only first give you a simple to do a wooden monument …… However, I give you from the Qiong Cuisine Palace, stole that the Jade Emperor’s old man’s evening meal, today our teacher and brothers, but also when he is a Jade Emperor, together with eat a painful!”

　　Sun Wukong picked up a golden pot with immortal wine, and was about to pour it on the ground, when a white-clothed figure walked up the sacred mountain from the other side, and saw Sun Wukong in front of the two wooden plaques, and was slightly stunned, and then stared with wide eyes:

　　”Great Sage?!”