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Chapter 864: The Performance Art of Using Nursery Rhymes to Convert the Monkey

At noon, after paying his taxes, Rosen strolled to the kitchen to cook. At the same time, he did not forget to use the crow's shared vision to stare at the entrance of the cave that suppressed Sun Wukong.

To be honest, he is really curious about what Chen Xuanzang's plan is in looking for Sun Wukong this time.

In the original plot, Chen Xuanzang went to find Sun Wukong in order to subdue the pig demon.

But now that the pig demon is dead, Chen Xuanzang doesn't seem to have any more requests for help from Sun Wukong, so his visit this time is quite strange.

What puzzled Rosen even more was why Miss Duan got involved?

Curious, Rosen was really curious.

But to be on the safe side, he did not let the crow get too close.

No matter what Chen Xuanzang wants to do, it must be related to Sun Wukong. Given Sun Wukong's unruly temperament in this world, a life-and-death battle is inevitable in the end.

Rosen was not worried that it would kill people indiscriminately and cause great suffering to the people after escaping. After all, Beidou, Tiancanjiao and Kongxu Gongzi, who were fooled by him, had also arrived at Wuzhi Mountain.

As soon as Sun Wukong shows up, the demonic energy all over his body will surely attract these three people.

With the three of them standing in front, even if they can't hold on for long, Rosen can always arrive calmly and in time.

"After eating, take a rest and then get ready for battle."

During lunch, Rosen said to Diana, who looked radiant after being nourished by the rain and dew.

"Are we really going to fight the Monkey King?" Diana immediately became interested.

She had studied Chinese culture before she married Rosen, and she had a deeper understanding of it after they got married. Of course, she was no stranger to the Monkey King Sun Wukong in Journey to the West.

Ever since she came to this world, she has been gathering her strength to compete with the legendary Monkey King.

Now, after hearing what Rosen said, how could I not be excited?

She looked at Rosen and asked, "How strong is it? How does it compare to the previous pig demon?"

"That pig demon is nothing in front of it!"

Rosen said seriously and solemnly: "Diana, although this world is not the real Journey to the West world, so the overall strength of the monsters has declined, but as one of the most powerful monsters in this world, Sun Wukong's strength should not be underestimated."

At this point, he looked at Diana and said, "You have to be mentally prepared. This may be the most difficult battle we have faced since we met."

"Is it more difficult than when we faced the War God's clone?" Diana asked.

"What the hell is he?" Rosen said disdainfully, "If I were the person I am now, I would have slapped him to death, but..."

He pursed his lips and said, "I don't have the confidence to defeat Sun Wukong, otherwise I wouldn't ask you for help." (Note)

"Hubby, you just grew up hearing the legend about it and believed it was invincible."

Diana stood up, came over and gave Rosen a hug, comforting him: "But as you said, the Sun Wukong here is not the one you remember, so there is no need to be in awe of it. Just show your courage and strength and kill it."

"Thank you for your concern and encouragement." Rosen nodded with a smile and said, "Actually, what I'm really worried about is not Sun Wukong, but the Fumen behind Chen Xuanzang. They are the ones who really make people feel disgusted and helpless."

"If they really come, can we evacuate in time and safely?" Diana asked.

"Of course." Rosen nodded.

"Then what's there to worry about?" Diana said with a smile. "If you can beat them, then fight. If you can't beat them, then run. Can they chase us back to our hometown?"

"Yeah, you're right." Rosen nodded, feeling much more at ease.

At the same time, on the Five Finger Mountain, inside the cave where Sun Wukong was suppressed.

A special concert is going on.

Sun Wukong sat behind the only stone table in the cave, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart and force a stiff smile so that his expression would not be so stiff and murderous.

Opposite him, Chen Xuanzang was shaking a gourd-like instrument, making it tinkle and dong, while singing emotionally from three hundred nursery rhymes spread out on a stone table.

To be honest, maybe it’s because he sings it too much, or maybe he really believes that the lyrics of nursery rhymes can awaken innocence and kindness, his singing is actually quite pleasant to the ear.

But at this moment, in this situation, in this place, it is as awkward and embarrassing as it can be.

So much so that Miss Duan, who was standing nearby, tried her best to control the urge to scratch the soles of her shoes with her toes, and a puzzled question popped up in her mind: "Singing nursery rhymes to the supreme demon to awaken the innocence and kindness in its heart, is this bravery or stupidity? Is it the great determination to decide who will go to hell if I don't, or is it the stupidity of wanting to go to hell by doing this?"

Then she couldn't help but think: "Why did I like it? Was it because he didn't wash his hair, or was it because he was fooled by the so-called master and dared to convert the supreme demon with only 300 nursery rhymes?"

Just as Miss Duan was increasingly doubting whether there was something wrong with her vision or her brain, Sun Wukong, who had been trying hard to control his unhappiness and anger, could no longer bear it.

"Sing! Sing! Sing your mother's red-butt-butt!"

Sun Wukong cursed loudly, slammed the table and jumped up, reached out his hand to grab the yellowed and dog-eared copy of Three Hundred Children's Songs, clasped his hands together, and tore it into pieces with a few "swish" sounds.

Even so, he still felt that it was not enough to relieve his anger. He jumped up and stomped on it a few times, then spat out some water before looking at Chen Xuanzang and said viciously, "You can not let me out. Anyway, I have been locked up here for five hundred years."

"But you can't use that damn thing to restrict my freedom..." He pointed to the sign with the five-character mantra on the wall next to him and said angrily, "Now you use this broken thing to insult my intelligence."

"Even if you bring me the real Mahavairocana and beat me to death, I will accept it. What are you doing now?"

Sun Wukong pointed at himself and said in a heart-wrenching voice: "Could it be that I, the leader of the Thirteen Guardians of Mount Huaguo, the Great Sage Sun Wukong who once marched from the South Heaven Gate to the East Road of Penglai with two machetes in hand, have really been treated by you as a three-year-old child who can only be fooled by nursery rhymes?"

The more he talked, the angrier he became, and suddenly he rushed towards the sign, wanting to pick it up and smash it.

But suddenly, golden lightning burst out from the sign, which sent him flying and made him grimaced in pain.

"Let me out!" In a rage, he tried to rush out of the cave again, but was grabbed by vines that emerged from the cave wall and fell heavily to the ground.

The canes were shining with golden light and they whipped him fiercely. Every blow left him with flesh and blood, and he wailed incessantly.

Chen Xuanzang couldn't bear to watch, but he felt even more distressed when he saw the Three Hundred Nursery Rhymes torn into pieces and scattered all over the ground, so he quickly picked up the pieces one by one.

"It's been five hundred years. How long are you going to keep me locked up? I've changed. I've had enlightenment. Oh Buddha, why won't you believe me?" Sun Wukong fell to the ground, wailing with grief and indignation on his face.

"You said that Buddha doesn't believe in you, so do you believe in Buddha?" Chen Xuanzang asked.

“If what you mean by believing in Buddha is just listening to that crap song you sing, then that’s not the case,” said Sun Wukong.