Sun Wukong originally intended to transform into that silver sword. He felt the sword's aura was very strong when his master fought that immortal earlier. However, he mused about how he, a mere monkey, would look wielding a delicate sword, and decided against it. In the end, he transformed into a large iron hammer, identical to the one his master possessed.
Looking at the great iron hammer in his hand, Sun Wukong swung it twice with satisfaction.
At this moment, the background system beside him was stunned.
Wait! Why did that bead look so familiar? Wasn't that the little toy his host had given it? It had thought it was just an ordinary bead, but holy cow, it was this powerful?
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Later, at Sun Wukong's suggestion, Ming Li followed him to his Flower-Fruit Mountain.
Under the system's diligent tutelage, Sun Wukong transformed from an ignorant, illiterate monkey into a learned and talented one.
One day, Ming Li found Sun Wukong playing chess with the system. With a twitch of her lips, she produced a book emitting an ancient aura and said, "Here is a secret manual called 'Thousand Illusory Transformations'. It allows you to transform into anything in the world. Take it and have a look."
Sun Wukong accepted the yellowed book. "Disciple thanks Master!"
The system beside them was speechless, thinking, "Simply amazing! Directly jumping from Seventy-Two Transformations to Thousand Illusory Transformations. It truly pays to follow a boss."
As it thought this, the system looked at the monkey before it and said, "My owner treats you so well, you must not betray her good intentions! Do you hear me?"
Sun Wukong nodded and replied, "Little Red Master, I understand."
The system was speechless again, thinking, "Wait! When did I become Little Red Master?"
Meanwhile.
After escaping, Patriarch Bodhi directly went to the Great Thunderclap Temple on Spirit Mountain in the West.
A bald monk, seeing the disheveled Patriarch Bodhi, quickly went to find the Tathagata.
"What? Bodhi is injured? Wasn't he going to teach that monkey? What happened?"
Hearing the monk's words, a handsome man with flowing long hair frowned, asking in confusion.
His gaze fell upon a man of exquisite beauty, who parted a gauze curtain with a long, fair, and well-defined hand, and walked out of the room.
The man had long golden hair and a large red mole on his forehead, radiating a faint golden Buddhist light all over.
"System, what's going on? Wasn't Patriarch Bodhi teaching the Monkey King? Why is he injured now?"
The man frowned and said in his mind to the system.
Suddenly, a voice devoid of emotion echoed in his mind, "Host, this has nothing to do with this system. Please do not ask this system such a brainless question."
The man was speechless.
After a long pause, the man looked at the monk and said, "Go and invite Patriarch Bodhi in."
The monk clasped his hands together, nodded, and went out.
Not long after, a disheveled old man walked in.
Seeing this, the man frowned. A fleeting displeasure crossed his handsome face as he asked, "What happened? Why have you made yourself look like this?"
Patriarch Bodhi looked at the Tathagata seated on the high platform. Recalling his experience, he gritted his teeth and said, "I was perfectly fine at Mount Lingtai Fangcun. Suddenly, a fox demon appeared from nowhere and severely wounded me!"