Journey to the West: Great Saint Equal to Heaven
Chapter 62 - 62 62 Shave Head in January After

62: Chapter 62: Shave Head in January After 62: Chapter 62: Shave Head in January After Immortal Master Erlang and Nezha were also staring at the two of them.

The situation of Boxun and the Master of the Black Nest had become extremely awkward.

Originally, they were besieging Immortal Master Erlang and his group, but now it had turned into everyone against the two of them.

If it weren’t for these great demons and ancient ghosts sticking to some principles, Boxun felt they would have pounced already.

Boxun and the Master of the Black Nest became tense, but they forced themselves to appear calm.

The battle between Sun Wukong and Ying Hook had intensified.

Their physical blows did nothing to one another.

The two moved across the sky, having pushed their mana to its limits.

“Boom.”

With the final hit, Sun Wukong and Ying Hook were each thrown backward.

Their fighting spirits soared wildly, reaching a climax.

Everyone became tense, were they about to determine the winner?

“Haha, I’m done fighting.

Your body is harder than Chancellor Turtle’s shell; I can’t shatter it.”

Sun Wukong was the first to restrain his aura, no longer wanting to continue the fight.

Ying Hook’s lips slightly curled up as he said indifferently, “You’re not bad either, no worse than Chi You’s foolish body.

I can’t kill you either.”

Neither side could do anything to the other.

It naturally ended in a draw.

Sun Wukong glanced at Immortal Master Erlang and his group, saying, “Brother, do me a favor and let these two friends of mine leave.”

“Alright.”

Ying Hook agreed readily.

His gaze fell on Immortal Master Erlang, smiling, “We should spar when free.”

Immortal Master Erlang said indifferently, “That is possible.”

Nezha wanted to speak but stopped.

“Great Saint, we’ve arrived, Mighty Heavenly Dragon…”

“Stop!”

Sun Wukong immediately shouted.

Fahai’s attack was forcibly held back, and he almost spat blood.

Looking at the situation, both he and Bai Yu were somewhat bewildered.

What’s going on?

No more fighting?

“It’s settled now, let’s go back.

Ying Hook, brother, feel free to visit Huaguo Mountain for a drink sometime.

Old Sun has made a friend of you.”

Sun Wukong bid farewell to Ying Hook.

“That’s possible, and it has been a long time since I last visited the Realm of Deities and Humans.”

Ying Hook’s expression was somewhat sentimental.

Sun Wukong signaled to everyone to leave.

A feeble voice sounded, “They can’t be allowed to leave.”

Suddenly, all eyes converged on the person who spoke.

Boxun’s face turned pale, and he stepped back several steps, looking somewhat anxious.

He had a feeling that, except for the Master of the Black Nest, everyone there wanted to hit him.

Ying Hook’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.

“Keep them if you can.

If you two have the capability, kill them; I won’t interfere.”

The demons and ghosts also stated they wouldn’t interfere.

Sun Wukong and the others laughed.

They looked at Boxun and his companion with amusement.

Boxun’s face turned even paler.

He steeled himself and said, “Since that’s the case, let them leave.

I am not one for killing anyway.”

“Heh.”

Everyone sneered.

Everyone knew what Boxun meant.

It was only because Ying Hook didn’t help him, and he and the Master of the Black Nest wouldn’t stand a chance against Sun Wukong and his group, that he gave up.

Seeing everyone’s mocking faces,

Boxun was secretly furious, but he dared not show it on the surface.

Sun Wukong and Erlang left the area.

The battle had been disastrous for Immortal Master Erlang’s infantry, with only a little over eight hundred remaining from the initial twelve hundred.

All expressions were tinged with grief and anger.

“Tathagata.”

Immortal Master Erlang clenched his teeth.

Wukong suddenly turned around, his gaze fixed on Immortal Master Erlang.

“Brother also knows that Tathagata isn’t dead?”

Immortal Master Erlang knew it was nearly impossible to keep such a secret from Wukong.

This monkey’s eyelashes were sparse, smarter than any human.

He spoke gravely, “Indeed, during one of my travels across the Eastern Continent, I saw a great demon gathering the power of faith.

That great demon is related to you, so I guessed Tathagata wasn’t dead.”

“Wind-Listening Great Sage, the Macaque King.”

Wukong revealed the identity of the great demon.

Immortal Master Erlang showed a surprised look, not expecting Wukong to already be aware.

After a while, Wukong disclosed another piece of news.

“The Great Heavenly Venerate is also alive.”

“Which Great Heavenly Venerate?”

Immortal Master Erlang asked casually, then suddenly halted.

“The Jade Emperor?”

He said incredulously.

Wukong could understand his feelings, but he still nodded.

Immortal Master Erlang clenched his steel teeth tightly.

He glared upward, shouting, “What exactly does he want to do?

A perfectly good ruler of the Three Realms, faking his own death, causing such chaos in the Three Realms, making living beings suffer—he must be insane!”

Immortal Master Erlang’s temples throbbed, his anger at its peak.

Wukong had no doubt that if the Jade Emperor was before Immortal Master Erlang at that moment, he would definitely strike him down without hesitation.

“Brother, calm your anger, the Jade Emperor…”

Wukong had not finished speaking when Immortal Master Erlang interrupted him.

“Great Saint, there’s no need to speak further; from now on, I’ll shave my head every year in January.”

Wukong was momentarily stunned, then extended a thumbs-up to Immortal Master Erlang.

Indeed, righteousness destroyed kinship.

They arrived at Lady Houtu’s residence, which was now deserted.

“She must have returned to the heavens.

With Ying Hook, whose magic power is boundless, and with hell’s demons released, plus Tathagata aiding from the shadows, it would seem that the fall of the Netherworld is nailed down.

Lady Houtu would not want to stay in such peril,” Immortal Master Erlang sighed.

These immortals always cherished their own lives overly.

If they could unite and jointly maintain peace in the Three Realms,

where would there be any demons causing trouble?

Even for a great demon like Ying Hook, he could only hide away.

But they each had their own ideas, truly never able to unite as one.

“Is Heavenly Court going to just watch the Netherworld fall?”

Fahai said in shock.

If the Netherworld were occupied by a horde of demons, significant troubles would emerge in the Three Realms and the Six Daos.

“If not watching, then what?

Who dares to address this problem?

The Four Heavenly Kings do not dare let their strength be too diminished, as that would equate to giving up the contention for the position of the Great Heavenly Venerate,” Immortal Master Erlang said, uncharacteristically verbose.

Fahai sighed, saying, “Could it really be that so-called power and authority are more significant than the lives of the living beings of the Three Realms?”

Wukong scoffed coldly, “The Immortals and Buddhas are revered because they are powerful, not because they pity living beings.

Little Monk, you’re still too naive.”

“Amitabha Buddha.”

Fahai brought his hands together in prayer.

This conversation greatly troubled him.

Wukong paid little mind; Fahai would come to understand on his own.

Patting Immortal Master Erlang’s shoulder, Wukong advised, “Brother, I also advise you to keep yourself safe and not always be at the forefront of everything; I know you pity the living beings of the Three Realms and want to protect them from disaster, but this isn’t something you can accomplish alone.”

Immortal Master Erlang gave a faint smile, saying nonchalantly, “In this life of mine, Yang Erlang seeks only to live without regrets; even fighting to the death for the living beings, I harbor no regrets.”

All faces were filled with admiration.

“Woof.”

A dog’s bark sounded as the barks-at-heaven dog ran over from the distance, hugging Immortal Master Erlang and sobbing loudly.

A soft expression appeared on Immortal Master Erlang’s face as he stroked the head of the barks-at-heaven dog, laughing, “Good brother, am I not all right?

Thanks to you for inviting the Great Saint in time.”