# 1108
Chapter 1109: Sun Wukong's Request
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment. "Alright, I'll go with you."
Lin Qiye coughed lightly in the room, and the door automatically opened. Little Black Lai came tumbling in from outside, tongue lolling out. Upon seeing a stranger suddenly appear in the room, he froze for a moment, then pounced forward to Lin Qiye's side, growling viciously at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong, who had transformed into a middle-aged man, raised an eyebrow at the dog.
"Xtianquan Dog…"
"Good boy, he's not a bad person."
Lin Qiye reached out and patted Little Black Lai's head. The dog immediately calmed down, licked his palm, and transformed into a dog-skin wheelchair for Lin Qiye to sit on.
Seeing the intimate interaction between the man and dog, Sun Wukong's eyes filled with confusion.
"How do you know Xtianquan Dog so well?"
"Oh, this is my brother's dog." Lin Qiye paused, then added, "My brother is Yang Jian."
"???"
It was the first time Lin Qiye had seen such an expression of bewilderment on Sun Wukong's face.
He frowned at Lin Qiye, seemingly unable to comprehend how his former rival and friend had become his brother. If that were the case, wouldn't his own seniority ranking drop as well?
"I'll explain on the way." Lin Qiye said.
Sun Wukong nodded slightly, turned and left the house. He stood outside the courtyard, surveying the surrounding layers of mystical mountains and palaces, and the occasional celestial crane and deity sweeping past overhead. For a moment, he seemed dazed.
Lin Qiye rolled out of the house in his wheelchair and, seeing Sun Wukong standing at the doorway like a statue, quietly stopped behind him, not wanting to disturb him.
Sun Wukong stood there for a long while, letting out a deep sigh before striding off in a certain direction with practiced ease.
Lin Qiye followed in his wheelchair.
"Hm? Who's that next to Qiye?"
Shen Qingzhu,恰好 stepping out of An Qingyu's room, was quite startled to see this scene. "And he's wearing our [Nightfall] cloak… but aren't we all here?"
Beside him, Baili Pangpang glanced at the departing pair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he shrugged.
"Who knows… perhaps it's an old friend revisiting familiar places."
"Old friend?"
"I'm just guessing. Come on, let's get back to bed. I'm tired."
"…"
…
God after god rode clouds and mist, sweeping past above Lin Qiye and Sun Wukong's heads. Each time a deity passed, Sun Wukong would glance at them coolly, his expression carrying a hint of disdain.
When it came to cloud-riding and flight, these two might be the ceiling of the Heavenly Court gods, but they still chose to walk instead. First, because Lin Qiye's body hadn't recovered yet and he couldn't ride the Somersault Cloud. Second, because the Somersault Cloud was too easily recognizable, and walking could avoid a lot of trouble.
The current Sun Wukong was still not discharged from the asylum. Once the Gods of Great Xia discovered Sun Wukong appearing in Heavenly Court, it would inevitably cause a sensation, and the existence of the Asylum of the Gods would be exposed. So the two of them needed to remain as low-key as possible.
After a while, Sun Wukong stopped in front of a celestial palace.
"I'll go in for a bit. Wait for me outside." Sun Wukong tugged at his hood, completely shadowing his face, then vanished beyond the palace doors.
Only after Sun Wukong disappeared did Lin Qiye look up at the plaque above the palace gates:
"Jade Banquet Palace?"
What kind of place was this?
It didn't look as ethereal and otherworldly as the other palaces… The person living here was an acquaintance of Sun Wukong?
Lin Qiye had no choice but to wait alone at the palace gates. A few minutes later, Sun Wukong emerged, looking no different than before. The only difference was that a large black bag now hung from his back.
Lin Qiye was curious and tried to use his spiritual power to sense what was inside the bag, but the moment his spiritual energy left his body, he felt dizzy and nauseous, so he had to abandon the idea.
Sun Wukong hoisted the bag and said flatly, "Let's go."
"Brother Monkey, you've finished seeing the person you wanted to see?"
"No." Sun Wukong shook his head.
"Now I'm going to."
Filled with questions, Lin Qiye followed Sun Wukong through most of Heavenly Court until they arrived at a cluster of floating mountains on the edge.
Sun Wukong scanned the area to confirm no deities were nearby, then summoned a Somersault Cloud, carrying Lin Qiye with him as he somersaulted all the way to the top of the tallest mountain.
"Woof—!"
The moment they landed, the dog-skin wheelchair under Lin Qiye let out a startled yelp. Lin Qiye quickly gestured for it to stay quiet.
A cool breeze brushed across the verdant green grass, swaying the branches of the three towering millennium divine trees atop the mountain. Under the azure blue sky, Sun Wukong reverted to his true form. Draped in half a cassock and carrying the Black Bag, he walked slowly to the center of the three divine trees.
He bent down, untied the black bag, and from it retrieved two heavy wooden planks. Holding them in his arms, he sat cross-legged on the ground and, with a trace of golden light gathered at his fingertip, began gently carving something into the wood.
Clouds drifted. Shadows of trees swayed.
On the divine mountain, that ancient ape's dusky-golden fur ruffled gently in the breeze. After a moment, he stopped and stood up, walking to the highest point of the mountain, where he deeply inserted the two planks into the earth.
Only then did Lin Qiye see what was truly carved on those two wooden planks.
On the two heavy wooden planks, drawn in crimson strokes, were several large characters:
—Tomb of Younger Brother Zhu Wuneng.
—Tomb of Younger Brother Sha Wujing.
The moment Lin Qiye saw these two lines, he froze in place.
He turned to look at that lonely figure standing before the two wooden planks, his expression complicated beyond words.
In Lin Qiye's mind, those two demonic figures collapsed in pools of blood from the temporal fragments flashed through his memory once more…
So the person Sun Wukong wanted to see was them?
Sun Wukong gazed at the two simple wooden markers, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. As he bent down to retrieve elegant golden wine pots and numerous spirit-rich celestial fruits from the Black Bag, he murmured to himself:
"Idiot, Old Sha, the materials here are limited, so I could only make you simple wooden markers for now… But I've stolen the Jade Emperor's dinner from the Jade Banquet Palace. Today, fellow brothers, let's pretend we're the Jade Emperor ourselves and eat to our heart's content!"
Sun Wukong lifted a pot filled with Celestial Brew, about to pour it onto the ground, when a white-robed figure approached from the other side of the mountain. Seeing Sun Wukong before the two wooden markers, he paused in surprise, then his eyes went wide:
"Great Sage?!"