Journey to the West, this Sun Wukong is too persuasive

Chapter 12 Let him go down the mountain quickly

The woodcutter brought a bowl of hot water over and squatted down worriedly. He waited until Granny Meng stopped coughing before feeding her a drink.

After a while, Granny Meng became more relaxed and breathed lightly: "Wukong, please worry about it. The old gods on the mountain have all seen my disease, but it can't be cured."

"Hey, that's because I didn't meet Lao Sun." Sun Wukong directly grabbed Granny Meng's wrist, took her pulse, and at the same time used the power of the soul to explore.

It soon became apparent that Granny Meng was really seriously ill, with symptoms all over her body.

Not only is he sick, but his life span is about to expire.

"The cycle of life and death cannot be forced." Granny Meng laughed weakly, coughed a few more times, and said to the woodcutter: "Son, I'm hungry."

"I'm going to light a fire and cook." The woodcutter didn't have any impatience. He took some firewood and went to cook.

Grandma Meng continued to lower her head and bask in the sun, and soon she began to purr slightly again.

Sun Wukong scratched his face and looked at all this with confusion.

Woodcutter Wu Gang is indeed Yi, but why is he so devoted and filial to the terminally ill old woman, as if she is really his own mother?

Also, is this Granny Meng really an ordinary person?

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong silently opened the listening and persuasion system, connected his consciousness to Zhihu, and found the ancient know-it-all before replying to his post.

Then he thought again and replied: "Senior, as you said, the woodcutter in Fangcun Mountain is named Wu Gang, and he is indeed the incarnation of Yi who shot the sun.
Lao Sun also listened to your suggestion, asked him for archery skills, and learned a magical power called Heart Archery. "

After a while, the prehistoric know-it-all replied: "Okay, okay, there are stick techniques for melee combat, and arrow techniques for long-range attacks. The monkey student took off directly!"

Sun Wukong scratched his face and was not surprised that his senior knew that he had learned stick skills. He then replied: "Senior, do you know the woodcutter's old mother, Granny Meng?

When Lao Sun came to his home, he found that the old woman was terminally ill and did not have long to live.

Since the woodcutter Wu Gang is the incarnation of Dayi, what will his old mother be like? "

Know-it-all: "Meng Po? Meng Po? Since the woodcutter is Yi, then his old mother is Meng Po who gives people soup and medicine by the Naihe Bridge."

Sun Wukong became even more confused. The Naihe Bridge was in the underworld. How could Granny Meng be related to Granny Meng?

Continue to read the reply at the end of Honghuang Know-How: "As we all know, the ancestral witch Houtu reincarnated into reincarnation and became the authentic saint Pingxin Empress, but unfortunately she could never leave the underworld.

In order to let the souls of the deceased rest in peace, she transformed into Po Meng by the Naihe Bridge and poured a bowl of Po Meng soup into each dead soul to erase the memory of the previous life so that she could reincarnate with peace of mind. "

Seeing this, Sun Wukong suddenly understood.

From the perspective of the witch clan, the incarnation of Houtu, the ancestral witch, can indeed be the old mother of the woodcutter.

But how could Granny Meng look like this? Was she using a blind trick to deceive Lao Sun?

"The authentic saint Pingxin..." Sun Wukong still couldn't believe it in his heart. The saint would be terminally ill?
At this time, Bai Shitong replied: "By the way, the way you simulated is okay. Once you get to know Po Meng, it will be fun to go to the underworld in the future. Haha, Sun Wukong's life will be ruined by you."

Sun Wukong: "Senior is joking, how could Lao Sun ruin his life?"

Know-it-all: "Haha, I look forward to your follow-up!"

Sun Wukong himself is also looking forward to it. Although he did not receive any new suggestions this time, he at least roughly figured out the identity of Granny Meng.

In the following time, in addition to enlightening and practicing in the mountains, he often went down to Songxi Village to visit Granny Meng in his free time under the pretext of helping with medical treatment.

He wanted to know why Empress Houtu Pingxin, who was an authentic saint, and Dayi, the greatest archer in the ancient world, used the relationship between mother and son to live in seclusion at the foot of Fangcun Mountain.

So every time he chatted beside Granny Meng, sometimes he talked about things about ghosts and gods, and sometimes he talked about some ancient legends about the battle between lich and witches.But it was a pity that Granny Meng would either answer him with a "hmm" or lower her head and purr every time.

A year passed in the blink of an eye.

Songxi Village, woodcutter's house.

Sun Wukong pretended to take Granny Meng's pulse again, while the woodcutter stood aside and watched.

"Brother, there is nothing we can do to save the day." Sun Wukong shook his head, but carefully observed Granny Meng's reaction.

This white-haired mother-in-law with a wrinkled face is still basking in the sun, but she sleeps most of the time and rarely wakes up.

The woodcutter lamented: "I have troubled you all this time."

"I'll tell you the truth, brother." Sun Wukong scratched his hand again and said, "My old grandson has recently become successful in cultivation, and he can go to heaven and earth. Now he really can't bear my mother-in-law to suffer like this, so I plan to go to the underworld to ask the King of Hell for the book of life and death. , crossed out my mother-in-law’s name.”

The woodcutter's eyelids twitched and he quickly said: "I don't think it's right. If my mother's name is missing from the book of life and death, wouldn't it harm her?"

Sun Wukong scolded: "You man is so ignorant, I am saving her!"

The woodcutter was not afraid, shook his head and said: "My mother has not learned the way to live forever, so even if her name is erased from the book of life and death, she will not live forever.

At the end of her life, my mother’s soul will not enter the underworld and will not be reincarnated. Will she become a lonely ghost? "

After hearing this, Sun Wukong scratched his face, jumped aside and thought about it, and felt that it made sense.

But it's not certain that the woodcutter was worried that he would discover Granny Meng's true identity, so he said this on purpose.

In the end, the matter was dropped for the time being.

Before leaving, Granny Meng, who had been unable to see or hear clearly, seemed to suddenly wake up from sleep. She coughed and said, "Wukong, please don't do bad things in the future."

"Don't worry, mother-in-law, I will definitely do more good deeds." Sun Wukong smiled and waved his hand, leaving Songxi Village.

After walking far away, he looked back at this very peaceful village, thinking that he would be able to find out why the woodcutter and Granny Meng lived in seclusion in Fangcun Mountain next time.

In fact, over the past year, he has also asked senior netizens on Zhihu and received various guesses and suggestions, but none of them could help him figure out this problem.

……

Inside the Samsung Cave Palace.

Patriarch Bodhi sat cross-legged on a high place, while the woodcutter stood aside.

"Master, please tell me to come down the mountain quickly." The woodcutter said, "He is very smart. When he was learning archery before, he said that he knew in his dream that I knew archery, so he learned archery from me. I didn't know him. What he said is true or false,
When he met the empress, he showed great curiosity and repeatedly told stories about ghosts and gods and the legend of the war between lich and witches.

It can be seen from this that he also has doubts about the identity of the empress, and has even guessed something.

Today, he even said that he was going to the underworld to erase the name on the book of life and death for the empress.

We have to let him continue to test this, for fear of ruining the matter. "

"It's okay if you find out. You'll know sooner or later." Patriarch Bodhi gently stroked his beard, "It's just time to let him go down the mountain."

The woodcutter said no more. Naturally, he looked at the problem from a lower level than the master.

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