# 481
Chapter 481 – Sun Wukong
Outside the door, Lin Qiye’s mind reeled when he saw that figure.
“
Ward No. 4.
Patient: Sun Wukong.
Objective: Help Sun Wukong treat his mental illness. When progress reaches the required values (1 %, 50 %, 100 %), part of Sun Wukong’s abilities can be randomly drawn.
Current progress: 0 %
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It really is… the Great Sage?
Honestly, the first time Lin Qiye had seen the pattern on this door he had faintly guessed the identity of its occupant, but to actually stand before a character who existed only in legend and story left him stunned beyond words.
This was the legendary Great Sage Equal to Heaven…
Only, the Sun Wukong before him didn’t quite match the descriptions in the books.
The golden fillet was gone from his head; instead he wore a kasaya, his precious countenance solemn, Buddhist light shining in every direction… This was no longer the Great Sage Equal to Heaven—this was the Victorious Fighting Buddha who had already returned from the journey to the West.
Counting the years, it made sense. Novels and TV dramas mostly told the story of that pilgrimage, an event set in the Tang dynasty. Sun Wukong had become the Victorious Fighting Buddha over a thousand years ago; naturally he no longer looked like the Monkey King from the tales.
“A monkey?” Bragi, who had been enthusiastically preparing to strum a lively tune, blinked at Sun Wukong, then smiled. “No matter—music and poetry know no race!”
He opened his mouth to sing, but Merlin silenced him with an anti-sound spell.
Nyx studied the motionless, statue-like Sun Wukong, puzzlement in her eyes. “It seems our new neighbor… isn’t very friendly?”
Lin Qiye pondered a moment, stepped into the room, crouched before the seated ancient ape and spoke softly, “Great Sage? Great Sage? Sun Wukong? Victorious Fighting Buddha?”
He called several times, but there was no response at all, as if the figure truly were only a sculpture.
Lin Qiye turned to Merlin. “Lord Merlin…”
Merlin nodded. A deep-blue gleam climbed into his eyes as he regarded the kasaya-clad Sun Wukong; after a moment his brows drew together.
“I cannot read his fate, but I can tell… he is awake.”
Lin Qiye started. He looked back at the ape whose eyelids were lowered. “He’s awake? Then why doesn’t he react?”
Merlin considered. “Perhaps he simply doesn’t wish to acknowledge us.”
“…”
“Great Sage, I am the director of this asylum, Lin Qiye.” Lin Qiye drew a deep breath and addressed the ape solemnly. “If you are awake, please say something—if that’s too much, a blink would suffice. At least let me know what illness you suffer from…”
When the words fell, the seated ape still showed no sign of movement.
Just as Lin Qiye was about to speak again, the ape’s lowered eyelids lifted slightly…
Lin Qiye’s eyes brightened.
Then,
the cracked lips parted,
and a hoarse, heavy syllable rolled out:
“… Scram.”
Boom——!!!
A wild, terrifying divine pressure erupted from the ancient ape. Lin Qiye felt as though a sledgehammer had smashed into his chest; he was instantly blasted backward!
The instant that aura appeared, the expressions of the three outside the door changed as one.
“This power…”
Bragi’s hands were quickest; he caught the flying Lin Qiye. At the same time, a black and a blue divine pressure burst forth beside him!
Night and magic intertwined at the doorway, colliding with that berserk god-force. A violent gale swept out, racing through the entire asylum.
“What’s happening?!”
In the kitchen, Li Yifei’s face went white under that pressure. He ran into the courtyard and saw the sky above the asylum turn overcast; dazzling light kept flaring from the second floor, making his heart tremble uncontrollably.
The same fear gripped the other orderlies.
The strongest among them was only at the Sea Realm; faced with the clash of three gods, instinctive terror was only natural.
“S-sister Hongying…” A Zhu tugged Hongying’s sleeve, small face full of fright. “What’s wrong?”
Hongying’s eyes softened; she stroked A Zhu’s head. “Don’t be afraid.”
“These patients are fighting now? Can’t they give anyone a moment’s peace…” Li Yifei muttered, feeling the dreadful pressure.
Second floor.
In Ward No. 4, pure magic rippled outward while darkness spread rapidly around it. Under the combined divine force of Nyx and Merlin, the berserk power still did not yield.
At the center of the ward, the kasaya draped over the seated ape glowed ever brighter. His half-lifted eyes spilled brilliant golden light, as if twin suns burned within.
The violent divine power surged several-fold, actually forcing back the night and magic!
“Strike at my child—seek death!”
Nyx stared at the figure, gentle dignity replaced by rare fury. Her star-stitched black dress stirred without wind, its hem merging with the night behind her; boundless darkness crept down the corridor.
The ape narrowed his eyes at the encroaching darkness, his expression finally turning grave.
His palms, pressed together, slowly parted—he was about to act—when a voice rang out from the doorway.
“Dispel.”
In an instant, night, magic and berserk god-power vanished, erased by some law-like force, leaving nothing behind.
Lin Qiye patted the dust from his white coat, walked slowly between Nyx and Sun Wukong, and turned to the worried goddess with a smile. “Relax, Mother. He never meant to harm me—only to push me out of the room.”
The force that had flung him outward had looked terrifying but carried almost no killing intent; Sun Wukong had held back.
He looked into the ward. The ape’s eyes had closed again; he sat motionless as a statue, every trace of divine power drawn within, as if nothing had happened.
Lin Qiye gazed at him for a long while and sighed. “It seems the Great Sage is in a poor mood today. I’ll visit another time.”
He turned to leave.
“No.”
A low voice came from within.
Lin Qiye stopped.
Inside the ward, the ancient ape parted his cracked lips once more. A flicker of sorrow, almost too slight to see, crossed his eyes. His voice was hoarse.
“Do not… call me Great Sage.”