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Zhong Kui's Diary
I was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Sima Sanguang curled his lip and said, "What are you laughing at? Who are you supposed to be?"
It took me a while to stop laughing, patting my chest which made a clanging sound. "I am the great Sun Wukong! Junior Brother, why aren't you at home keeping Gao Cuilan company? Why come here to make a fuss?"
Amid the laughter, Sang Xin and Golden Robed Woman led us into a very large room.
The room was arranged like a buffet, with two long tables filled with various foods. The bowls holding the food were exquisitely crafted with gold and silver inlays. At the end of the long table, there was already a tower of drinks stacked up, next to it stood a rather delicate ladder, on which a Purple Robed Woman was pouring wine into the tower. The crimson wine flowed continuously down the glass, while another Purple Robed Woman held the ladder, smiling as if she was sharing a joke with the girl pouring the wine.
Looking around, although it was set up in a Western buffet style, the entire hall had a Chinese aesthetic—carved wooden windows, redwood screens, and large red lanterns hanging from above. Even the Purple Robed Women moving about were dressed in ancient long robes. It felt somewhat strange to hold a Western-style buffet in such a Chinese hall; it just didn’t seem harmonious.
In addition to various attendants, there were dozens of guests chatting in groups of three or five—men and women of all ages. It seemed this group of people were colleagues from the Journey to the West production team… uh, I mean from the Journey to the West department.
"Feel free to grab something to eat; your supervisor will be here soon. I’ll take my leave now," Sang Xin smiled at me.
"Hey, why not eat something before you go? We have quite a few acquaintances here." I grabbed a handful of pistachios and placed them in Sang Xin's hand. "Take some for the road; it would be embarrassing to go back empty-handed and make our department look poor."
Sang Xin playfully scolded me but eventually accepted the handful of pistachios and left with Golden Robed Woman.
Sima Sanguang and I grabbed a Plate, poking at an Oyster here and picking up a lobster there. Soon our Plate was piled high with food. While eating, we listened to four or five people nearby discussing current affairs.
Among them, one curly-haired Middle-Aged Man was particularly agitated, constantly talking about how the authorities should aggressively develop nuclear weapons—ideally producing thousands of them so that "from the Hilltop, every village would have its own atomic bomb."
"That American thinks he's so great just because he has an interception system? Can't our country shoot down their Satellite? First, we can take out their Satellite, and without it, what can they use for interception? Then we launch thousands of atomic bombs at them; aren't they so tough? Let’s see them intercept that!" The curly-haired man spoke passionately.
I exchanged glances with Sima Sanguang, continuing to eat my food. Even angry youths should have some common sense; thousands of atomic bombs? You might as well say you could throw thousands of tea eggs over there!
Beside me, an old man with white hair nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right, that's right. Although the Americans have aircraft carriers, they can't compete with our country's nuclear submarines! We have thousands of submarines that can dive all the way across the ocean and point our cannons right at their doorstep. Damn, we should also go to their doorstep for military exercises and fire a few shells into the White House. After it blows up, we can just say it was a mistake! If they don't like it, they can protest."
How can we have a pleasant conversation like this? Suddenly talking about thousands of nuclear submarines as if it's just a matter of copy and paste? As far as I know, the total number of known commercial, Xia-class, and Han-class nuclear submarines in our country is probably only around twenty or thirty. Even if there are hidden capabilities, having fifty or sixty would be impressive; claiming over a hundred is absolutely impossible. This old man just casually exaggerates.
I looked over at the old man and realized he looked familiar. Wait, isn't that the Sixth Sense Monk? Wasn't he bald? How did he suddenly grow so much hair?
I moved closer with my plate, eating while greeting him, "Hey, Sixth Sense Monk!"
The Six Deities glanced at me and said, "Please call me White Dragon Horse!"
"Brother Horse..." I strained my neck to swallow a piece of mille-feuille and pulled out a bottle of mineral water from my pocket. After taking a big gulp, I finally sighed in relief and said, "Brother Horse, I want to ask you something!"
"Are you going to ask how your companions are doing?" The Six Deities—no, I should call him White Dragon Horse—looked at me sideways. "No comment!"
"No, I'm not interested in them. I want to know how your hair grew so fast!" I pointed at the hair on his head.
"Have you never seen a wig?" White Dragon Horse shot me a disdainful look before shifting his gaze to the curly-haired middle-aged man nearby. Clearly, he thought that man's topic was more important than my question.
"Hey, I'm the senior brother Sun Wukong!" I said somewhat frustratedly. Since we're in the same department, there must be some hierarchy, right? Sun Wukong is also a senior brother; aside from Tang Seng, it should be me! What makes you so special, White Dragon Horse?
Initially, I thought that the most powerful figure in Journey to the West was Buddha. When I asked about the head of the Sang Xin department being Tang Seng, I was told that while there are many names of monsters in this department, there are definitely no names of Bodhisattvas. So Tang Seng is the highest-ranking figure here along with his four companions and one horse.
Hearing this from me, White Dragon Horse turned back with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Sun Wukong?"
"Yes, what's up?"
"Nothing much. Since you are Sun Wukong, I will naturally answer your question. All your companions were rescued by Kong Xuan!" White Dragon Horse's gaze flickered with some confusion. "It's really strange; my Fragrance/Soft Muscle Powder didn't affect you and Aijia Yu as I expected, but it also didn't affect Kong Xuan and Xiao Qingcheng. That's puzzling."
"Forget your doubts for now. Let me ask you, are you sure you didn't drug me?" I glanced around and lowered my voice.
"Do you think I have the leisure to drug you? However, when I saw you and Aijia Yu naked, I was quite surprised. What time is it, and you two still have the leisure to do that... Something must have happened, right? Did you provoke Kong Xuan?" White Dragon Horse laughed heartily, but then his expression darkened: "Damn, that guy Kong Xuan is inhuman; he even killed Tiger Force Immortal."
"Yes, that guy is inhuman. He also killed your nephew!" I casually blamed Kong Xuan; after all, this guy was already my enemy, so it didn't matter if I added another grievance.
"That bastard! Once this mission is complete, I'm going to settle the score with him!" White Dragon Horse snorted.
"Forget it. Not only is he powerful, but he also has military backing. Don't get yourself in trouble trying to settle scores!" I shook my head and advised.
"Hmph, it might not be that simple by then!" A strange smile appeared on White Dragon Horse's face.
Seeing that smile on White Dragon Horse's face made me pause; he seemed quite confident. Could it be that after this matter succeeds, he wouldn't even fear the military?
Clearing my throat, I pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "What exactly is going on this time? Everyone seems so mysterious."
"Although your position is that of the senior brother, you're still a newcomer and haven't passed your probation period yet. Some things you'll know in due time," White Dragon Horse said with an increasingly strange smile as he patted my shoulder. "However, I can tell you that if this matter succeeds, heh, Kong Xuan's issues won't even be a problem. We can easily find someone to handle it."
I was immediately baffled; what exactly was this matter? It sounded like it required my involvement to succeed, and the only thing that set me apart was my Yin-Yang Physique.
White Dragon Horse smiled at me and pointed to the middle-aged man with curly hair who was speaking passionately: "This guy is Sha Monk. With him and our master, our team will be complete."
I looked at the curly-haired man; he was fervently waving his fists: "To take down Americans, we must first cut off their minions. Those Japanese devils and Philippine monkeys are all his minions; they all need to be eliminated..."
Is this really Sha Monk? I felt speechless; I think you'd be better off going back to the River of Flowing Sand and doing aquaculture.
I put down my plate and asked a maid for a glass of red wine, downing it in one go. The maid quietly reminded me: "Sir, you should drink this slowly to savor it."
"Oh? There's this method as well?" I picked up a cup of wine again and slowly drank it all.
The maid was stunned, and when I put down the cup and reached for a third one, she turned and walked away. I even noticed her shoulders shaking.
At that moment, the hall door opened, and a refined and elegant middle-aged man walked in. As soon as he entered, everyone in the hall greeted him. Some called him Master, others referred to him as Holy Monk, and a beautiful woman even sweetly called out, "Elder Brother Yu."
It seemed that this person was Tang Seng, our department head.
Tang Seng walked to the center of the hall, raised his hands slightly, and everyone stopped talking, quietly waiting for him to speak.
"Everyone, today we have two newcomers joining our Journey to the West. Next, let me introduce them to you. The two in front of you are my eldest disciple Sun Wukong and my second disciple Zhu Wuneng!" After finishing, Tang Seng waved at us.
Everyone turned their attention to us, and we could only smile and raise our cups in response.
"Ahem!" Tang Seng cleared his throat, drawing everyone's gaze back to him. "With these two joining us, it means our plan is about to commence. I believe everyone has been waiting for this for a long time. So let's raise our cups and toast to the successful completion of this plan. Cheers!"
The crowd erupted in cheers and drank their wine in unison.
"Next, everyone should greet the newcomers and get familiar with them. In a few moments, I will hold a departmental meeting to announce the details of this operation. Enjoy your food and drinks!" Tang Seng said a few more words of toast before the maids replaced everyone's drinks. He then raised his cup again, took a sip, and walked over to me.
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