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That night, under the dim moonlight and sparse stars, the sounds of cicadas and insects filled the air.
A gust of wind blew, and at the entrance of the Golden Cicada's room, a shadow lurked, hesitating to move forward.
Behind a pillar, the Old Monk trembled, his face contorted with anxiety as he hid from view.
"My master led me into the empty gate and bestowed upon me the Dharma name 'Fool,' hoping I would break through all obstacles in my cultivation. Yet here I am..."
The more he thought about it, the more guilt and unease gnawed at him.
"It's fortunate that I haven't been discovered yet. If someone finds out, how can I face my master?"
"The entire Guanyin Temple will be shamed because of me."
The thought of his secret as a nighttime thief in women's clothing being exposed made the Old Monk even more timid. For a moment, he found himself hesitating outside the room.
"Look! That’s the Foolish Master from Guanyin Temple, infamous for stealing at night while dressed as a woman!"
"The Bodhisattva must be ashamed!"
"A disgrace to Buddhism!"
"Bah..."
The anticipated shouts and mockery felt like heavy blows striking at the Old Monk's heart.
He wanted to give up, but just thinking about that stunningly beautiful dress left him in a daze.
"Dress? Reputation? Dress? Reputation?"
The hesitant Old Monk found himself troubled by an internal conflict.
After a long while, his desire for the dress ultimately triumphed over his strict adherence to reputation. The Old Monk finally made up his mind to steal the woman's clothing!
"Buddha, I don't wear women's clothes; who wears women's clothes?" he murmured a quiet chant as he lowered his head and approached the room where Golden Cicada was staying.
The door was unlocked and opened with a gentle push.
The Old Monk tiptoed into the room and glanced nervously at the bed. Only after confirming that Golden Cicada was sound asleep did he begin to search for the dress.
He carefully rummaged through Golden Cicada's luggage, his face pale.
"Not here?"
"This isn't it either?"
After searching several boxes without success, the Old Monk's expression grew increasingly grim.
Earlier, he had clearly seen Sun Wukong place the dress in the suitcase, but now, after multiple searches, he still couldn't find it.
Frustrated, the Old Monk turned around, intending to leave quietly when his eyes suddenly lit up.
In the center of the Meditation Room, on the bed, Golden Cicada's graceful figure was partially visible beneath the covers. Unfortunately, the Old Monk paid it no mind.
With the dress in sight, all feminine allure seemed irrelevant!
Indeed, when he spotted the hem of the dress peeking out from under a corner of the blanket, his heart raced with excitement.
That was the Supreme Divine Artifact he had been desperately seeking, the standard equipment for reaching the pinnacle of life!
He quickly stepped forward, grasped the hem of his skirt, and gently pulled it out from beneath the blanket. Upon confirming it was indeed the same dress, his face lit up with joy.
Taking advantage of the fact that Golden Cicada had not been startled by him, he stealthily made his way out of the room, just as he had entered.
As for the alluring and elusive figure of Golden Cicada, it left him with not a single impression.
Dressing as a woman was the ultimate truth; feminine allure was merely fleeting clouds!
Having obtained the dress, Old Monk sneaked back into his Meditation Room and locked the door tightly.
In a corner where he could not see, Sun Wukong and Li Hong, arms crossed, watched Old Monk perform his solo act in women's clothing.
"That transformation you did earlier was truly impressive; I almost thought it was the Empress herself," Li Hong praised Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "So, what do you think this dress is made from?"
"What else could it be? It's just your two monkey hairs," Peng replied irritably.
Sun Wukong smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying Peng's assertion.
...
Meanwhile, back in his Meditation Room, Old Monk clearly relaxed his guard.
He quietly lit a candle and, illuminated by its flickering light, solemnly donned the dress.
Until he smoothed out every crease in his skirt, Old Monk stared blankly at his reflection in the bronze mirror, a beauty that seemed almost otherworldly.
"What is he going to do next?" Pangmen asked.
"Get it on!" Sun Wukong and Li Hong replied in unison.
The two exchanged glances and couldn't help but chuckle.
Having dressed as women, how could they not indulge?
As expected, it didn't take long for Old Monk, standing before the mirror, to embark on this sacred and inviolable endeavor. He continued until his body trembled, and the reflection in the mirror became dull and uninteresting, at which point he entered a state of enlightenment.
"My eyes!" Li Hong exclaimed, unable to watch any longer.
Unexpectedly, Sun Wukong sighed deeply, feeling somewhat melancholic.
"Monkey King, what's wrong? Did the old monk's length get to you?" Li Hong asked curiously.
"What use is this iron staff to me?"
"What does it matter if I have this length?"
Sun Wukong lamented bitterly, "A thousand years of loneliness—who can understand me?"
"What has gotten into him?" Li Hong pointed at the frenzied Monkey King and asked Peng.
Peng scoffed, "What else could it be? Everyone looks down on him because of his origins, so he’s still single to this day. He has a spear forged from a hundred refinements, yet it hasn’t made a sound in a thousand years. If it were me, I would have deleted my account and quit long ago."
"Uh... but isn't the Monkey King's background pretty good? Why would people look down on him?"
Li Hong was confused. With such a background, Sun Wukong should have had a perfect start! Born from the earth, he was still the Spiritual Stone Monkey. How could someone like him fall to the point of being silent for a millennium?
"Are you stupid? Where did that monkey come from? Wouldn't any girl be worried?"
"He jumped out of a rock! What's the big deal... wait, out of a rock? Out of a rock?" Li Hong paused, seemingly realizing why Sun Wukong hadn't made a sound for a thousand years.
He jumped out of a rock! Who knows if that spear might scare away the girls; it's understandable to have such concerns!
"Peng, shut up!" Sun Wukong roared, his eyes turning red.
Clearly, Peng's words had struck a nerve with the sensitive monkey.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything!" Peng quickly surrendered.
There was no choice; if he really angered the monkey, things could turn ugly.
After watching the Old Monk steal women's clothing in its entirety, no one was interested in watching any further.
Because while they were bickering, the Old Monk had already activated the sage state three times, becoming a human-shaped self-propelled cannon—a water-spraying Gatling gun!
Returning to the private room, the previously hidden Empress Golden Cicada also emerged, frowning as she said, "I didn't expect someone really came to steal skirts. What are we going to do about this?"
“Hey, hey, Empress, don’t worry, just wait for the show tomorrow!” Sun Wukong chuckled to himself.
Pangmen asked, “Hey monkey, are you up to something with that skirt?”
Li Hong also looked at Sun Wukong, eager to know the answer.
Sun Wukong grinned and said, “Of course! You’ll find out what I’ve done tomorrow.”
The monkey didn’t seem worried, and the others didn’t press him further.
Everyone felt an inexplicable anticipation for tomorrow. This monkey was known for his cunning and mischief. With him personally adding some tricks to the skirt, it was bound to be quite a spectacle!
“That rascal! I set a trap for him; I hope I won’t get caught in it too,” Li Hong thought to himself.
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