Chapter 1 Under the Five Elements Mountain

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The sun is warm and the wind is beautiful.

A tiger looked up at the sky, and a tiger face showed an extremely human and depressed expression.

"Nima, do you want to live, it's so hot, I really want to take off this tiger skin!" the tiger suddenly complained, but the four paws continued to climb upwards with all their might.

From a distance, the tiger was struggling to climb a bare hill, which looked rather strange, and from a distance it looked like five fingers of a man standing up.

"Whether it is the Five Elements Mountain or not, Lao Tzu has to climb it to take a look, otherwise he is really unwilling!" The tiger's four sharp tiger claws scratched one after another on the hard mountain, and there was a trace of perseverance in his eyes.

A tiger is not actually a tiger, this sentence is a bit tongue-twisting, but it is actually a fact.

He is a human soul who crossed over from the earth, the daimyo Wang Hu, and during the senior year of high school exams, he died suddenly because he was too nervous, and then he crossed over.

Then he found himself transformed into a tiger, and not far away a striking mountain peak looked like the Five Elements Mountain where the Buddha suppressed the Monkey King.

Although this idea is a bit absurd, it has also become Wang Hu's only hope, he doesn't want to be a beast for the rest of his life.

With a lot of effort, Wang Hu finally climbed to the halfway point of the hill, and looked up, the five peaks stood side by side not far away, although it did not look tall, but Wang Hu inexplicably felt a trace of frightening power of heaven and earth on it.

"Great Sage bless, bless me for traveling to the West, it's better to be an ordinary beast than to die!" Wang Hu stretched out his tiger claws and wiped a handful of sweat that did not exist on his head, the two tiger claws were closed, and he said with a babbling mouth.

"Which one is talking about my grandson, don't come out quickly!" When Wang Hu was nervously chattering, suddenly there was a sound of talking from behind a big stone not far away.

"Uh! this, this, this is really Journey to the West!" Wang Hu first took a few steps back in fright, then immediately came back to his senses and ran towards the back of the big rock.

Behind the big rock is a small cave, and there is a mountain peach growing on the cliff next to it, and it is June and July, and the peach tree is followed by huge peaches, which looks pleasing in a flash.

And in that cave, a monkey's head stretched out, and it was probing his brain to look at Wang Hu, who was showing his figure not far away.

"You are the Monkey King?" Wang Hu raised his tiger claws, cautiously walked a few steps forward, and stood not far from the monkey's head.

"Of course, is there anyone else in the entire Three Realms who dares to call Sun Wukong?" the monkey head rolled his eyes and raised his head proudly.

Wang Hu still didn't give up, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and continued to ask: "Is it to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, steal the elixir and steal the peach, and threaten to say that the Jade Emperor will take turns to do it, the one who will come to my house next year?"

"Ahem, that's all old things, don't mention it, don't mention it!" The monkey head looked a little embarrassed when he heard Wang Hu's words, and rarely blushed.

"Ah! my Wang Hu, my Wang Hu will not die, and sure enough, there will be a future blessing!" The tiger was stunned, since this is the Journey to the West world, then he can definitely cultivate the immortal method, and he doesn't really need to be a beast.

Wang Hu suddenly pouted the tiger's buttocks, sat on the ground and cried loudly, God knows what he has been suppressed by this ups and downs in the past two days.

"Hey, little tiger, what kind of grievances have you suffered, why are you crying!" Sun Wukong was startled by Wang Hu's cry.

Seeing that Wang Hu had no reaction, and then listening to Wang Hu's sadness crying, the monkey's heart was inexplicably sad and a little sad, remembering the leisurely past hundreds of years ago, and also had a trace of the urge to cry.

My old grandson is the Monkey King, standing up to the sky, how can he cry. Sun Wukong shook his head, gritted his teeth and said to Wang Hu, "You little tiger, a manly husband, if you have any difficulties, say it, when my old grandson goes out from here, I will do it for you with a stick, and Hugh is going to cry here!"

Wang Hu wiped his tears, looked at the monkey in front of him who was trying to pretend to be a heroic and dry cloud, and sighed inexplicably in his heart, yes! Sun Wukong has been crushed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, and he has not seen crying, he has just crossed over, but he has just become a tiger, what's the big deal, besides, he has already met Sun Wukong, this is his idol!

"Great Sage, how long have you been pressed under this Five Elements Mountain!" Wang Hu calmed down before he asked tentatively.

"It's been almost five hundred years since my grandson was pressed here!" Sun Wukong looked up to the sky and sighed, looking at the clouds in the sky, revealing a trace of longing.

"Five hundred years!" Wang Hu was startled, doesn't that mean that Sun Wukong is about to come out? Could it be that the road to learning scriptures in the West is about to begin?

Suddenly, he remembered something again, it seemed that the first thing Sun Wukong did when he escaped from the Five Elements Mountain was to kill a tiger who wanted to eat Tang Seng, right?

Wang Hu looked down at himself, it seemed that there was only one tiger within a radius of 100 miles, could it be himself?

The more Wang Hu thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and secretly scolded the pit father in his heart, he would not really become the tiger skin skirt that Sun Wukong wore on his body!

"Hey, how about the little tiger do me a favor?" Sun Wukong couldn't help but be a little anxious when he saw Wang Hu coming back into a daze.

"What?" Wang Hu turned his head blankly, and secretly said that the Monkey King also had something to help himself.

"What, my grandson has never eaten since he was pressed here five hundred years ago, how about you help me pick the peaches over there for me to eat?" Sun Wukong looked a little embarrassed, and his eyes looked at the peach trees hanging in the cracks of the mountain not far away, revealing a hint of longing.

"Well, the Great Sage has an order to go up the knife mountain and go down to the oil pot!" Wang Huhu showed a smile on his face, Sun Wukong was his idol since he was a child, and now he can do something for his idol, he naturally can't ask for it.

stretched out his tiger claws, grabbed a peach and handed it to Sun Wukong's mouth.

Sun Wukong's entire body is now pressed under the mountain, only a monkey's head is exposed, and he can't eat peaches by himself, so Wang Hu also holds the tiger's claws and serves his idol with all his heart.

"Well, it's delicious, my grandson hasn't eaten such a delicious peach in five hundred years!" After eating a peach, Sun Wukong let out a long breath of depression and said with joy on his face.

"Great Sage, do you want to eat it, if you want to eat it, I'll pick it for you!" Wang Hu shook the tiger's tail diligently, looking like a dog's legs.

On the one hand, Sun Wukong is indeed his idol since he was a child, when he watched TV and saw Sun Wukong being crushed under the Five Elements Mountain, he also jumped to his feet and scolded the Buddha, that is, from that time on, Wang Hu was very disgusted with the bald monk.

On the other hand, it is also because of his future path of cultivating immortals, which is really pinned on the Monkey King in front of him, maybe as soon as he is happy, with Sun Wukong's heroic and dry character, maybe he will teach himself seventy-two changes or something, then he will really make a fortune.

Sun Wukong licked his lips, obviously a little longing, but in the end, he shook his head and looked Wang Hu up and down: "Little tiger, Lao Sun has never seen anyone else in the past five hundred years except for bald donkeys and nuns, how did you come up?"

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