Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 447 - 415: They’re Trying to Drive Us Away

Chapter 447: Chapter 415: They’re Trying to Drive Us Away

Sun Wukong explained with a smile, "Today we have set the wedding date, which is the sixteenth of this month. On the day of the great wedding, once you and that Princess enter the bridal chamber and no one is around, you can take her by surprise and strike suddenly. That way, we can capture this monster."

Zhu Bajie’s eyes twinkled as he chuckled and said, "This plan is truly exquisite. Just as Brother Monkey suggested, we will make our move after entering the bridal chamber."

"You didn’t even want Chang’e at the time, could it be that you’ve actually taken a fancy to this Fake Princess?" Sun Wukong looked at Zhu Bajie in surprise.

"How could that be? Would I, Old Zhu, be that kind of person?" Zhu Bajie quickly explained.

However, Sun Wukong clearly didn’t believe Zhu Bajie’s words.

Once the banquet was over, Xuanzang and the others were arranged to stay in a pavilion within the Imperial Flower Garden, while Zhu Bajie, now of increased status as the Prince Consort, was placed separately in another pavilion.

The pavilion was heavily guarded by the Imperial Guards, with posts every three steps and sentries every five, as if they were afraid Zhu Bajie would escape. This was, of course, arranged by the Fake Princess, truly to prevent Zhu Bajie from escaping.

However, if it had been the real Xuanzang who was engaged to be the Prince Consort, Xuanzang might have really tried to escape. Now that Zhu Bajie was taken to be the Prince Consort, even if someone told him to escape, he probably wouldn’t want to leave. Once back at their residence, Sand Monk sent all the palace maids and eunuchs away and locked the door before saying to Sun Wukong, "Senior Brother, why do you choose to act after the wedding? Won’t this just play right into that stupid pig’s hands?"

With a smile, Sun Wukong replied, "What? Is Junior Brother Sand jealous? If you like, we can swap Zhu Bajie back, and you can disguise yourself as Master and take his place as the Prince Consort, how about that?"

"Big Senior Brother, you know that’s not what I mean!" Sand Monk hastily replied, "I’m just worried that Second Senior Brother, because of that Demon, might neglect the important task at hand."

Sun Wukong picked up a teacup from the table, gently sipped the clear tea, and commented with appreciation, "Good tea, such fine tea is really rare in The Mortal Realm!"

Growing anxious, Sand Monk urged, "Senior Brother, I’m talking serious business here."

Upon hearing Sand Monk’s words, Xuanzang also began to worry. After all, Zhu Bajie was his disciple, and if Zhu Bajie got seduced by that Monster, failing to act as planned, it would be disastrous...

The more Xuanzang thought about it, the more worried he became, and he quickly joined in, asking, "Wukong, I also think that we should consider this matter more carefully. If Bajie, that fool, really acts differently because of that Demon, the consequences would be unimaginable!"

Laughing, Sun Wukong replied, "Master, why do you also lack confidence in Bajie today?"

With a helpless sigh, Xuanzang said, "Were it anyone else, I would not worry, but with Bajie, it’s hard to say."

Nodding, Sun Wukong said, "That’s true, but your worries are completely unnecessary. Even if Bajie wants to break his vow, he still needs the opportunity to do so."

Frowning, Sand Monk asked, "What do you mean by that, Big Senior Brother? Even if it were I, Old Sand, facing such an opportunity, I’m afraid that I might also..."

Sun Wukong gently set the teacup on the table and continued with a smile, "Do you think that the Demon wishes to wed Master just for his good looks?"

Xuanzang blushed slightly and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Wukong, you are mocking your Master."

After all, Xuanzang had been through ten cycles of reincarnation and indeed had a handsome and auspicious face.

Sand Monk’s brow furrowed slightly as he pondered and remarked, "So by Senior Brother’s logic, could it be that the Demon doesn’t want to be husband and wife with Master, but instead is after his flesh?"

Sun Wukong nodded and responded, "Precisely. The Demon knows Xuanzang is a good man who has cultivated for ten lifetimes without losing any Yang Essence, so it wants to absorb Master’s Yang Essence and become a Taiyi True Immortal. The throwing of the Embroidered Ball to choose a Prince Consort is but a smokescreen to deceive others."

Sand Monk nodded and said, "That makes sense. After all, so many Demons we’ve encountered on the road each want Master’s flesh, and this one is obviously no exception."

"And naturally, it’s not that all those Demons fancy him!"

Continuing, Sun Wukong said, "The wedding is set for the sixteenth of this month. I suspect that it’s deliberately planned by the Princess. The saying goes that ’the moon is fullest on the fifteenth but roundest on the sixteenth,’ with the night of the full moon being the sixteenth. At that time, the Demon will have a better chance of absorbing Master’s True Yuan."

"So that’s why!" Sand Monk said with a nod, "Poor Second Senior Brother thinks he might share the bridal chamber with that Demon, but he might end up being drained dry by it."

"Drained dry? What are we to do?"

Now even more worried after hearing Sand Monk’s words, Xuanzang said, "Wukong, although Bajie can be lazy, he does not deserve death. We can’t just stand by and watch him die!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong responded with a sardonic tone, "Master is biased. If Old Sun were to be captured by a Demon, I doubt Master would worry so much."

Xuanzang hastened to explain, "That’s because your Master knows that you have great powers and Divine Skills; no Demon can do anything to you."

Grinning, Sun Wukong said, "Master, you’re flattering me, there’s no need to put Old Sun on a pedestal; I don’t fall for that."

"Don’t worry, Master. Second Senior Brother is strong and won’t die so easily! And besides..."

With a chuckle, Sand Monk nodded and said, "As the saying goes, ’Even if you die beneath a peony flower, you would still be a charming ghost.’ I think Second Senior Brother would quite fancy dying under the Princess’s pomegranate skirt."