GBP Chapter 524 The Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel)
Chapter 524 The Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel)
Yang Jiao smiled; it was finally coming.
Then he comforted Wukong:
"Let's go take a look."
Sun Wukong imitated the old Dragon King's posture of putting his hands behind his back, and swaggered to walk half a step behind the Dragon King.
The Dragon King stroked his beard, and so did Wukong.
The Dragon King coughed softly, and Wukong also coughed softly.
After turning several corners, the old Dragon King suddenly stopped beside a coral reef, where shimmering jewels were scattered everywhere. Right in the middle of the reef stood an iron pillar, so thick that it would take two people to encircle it.
This pillar appeared outside the Dragon Palace at some unknown time, its purpose unknown. It only has an imposing name, "Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron," but it's not a particularly valuable treasure. It hasn't even developed a spirit yet. How many treasures could there have been at the beginning of the primordial era? How can it compare to what we have now? The Dragon King has never paid any attention to it.
Pointing to the side, he said:
"This is the staff of my Dragon Palace."
He thought he would see Sun Wukong's disappointed expression.
To everyone's surprise, he was quite excited. He stood still in front of the iron rod and shouted at Yang Jiao in astonishment:
"What a big and long stick."
It's bigger than my sister's stick.
Sun Wukong tried to pull him up, but couldn't lift him, and his face turned red from holding his breath.
The Six-Eared Macaque caught a glimpse of the mockery in the old Dragon King's eyes, threw down the weapon he had just acquired, and said, "Wukong, I'll help you."
The two monkeys stood on either side of each other, gritting their teeth as they tried to pull it out.
But the iron rod remained completely still.
“Sister…” Wukong looked at Yang Jiao with a wronged expression.
"Hahahaha, you silly Great Sage, this iron rod has been in the Dragon Palace for countless ages, and no one has been able to budge it even a fraction of its size. Why don't you come back with me and choose something else?" The Dragon King laughed.
Although the iron rod was of little use, it did make things difficult for the monkey.
Sun Wukong still preferred the staff. Suddenly remembering that his sister's staff could change size, he rolled his eyes and said to the iron rod:
"If you're smaller, I can take you away."
The Dragon King, seeing him muttering to himself in a silly manner, burst out laughing: "You think this broken iron rod is some kind of divine weapon? It can even change size, hahaha... ha?!"
The Dragon King's laughter tone changed abruptly!
The stick actually shrank just as the monkey had said!
The staff that had been dormant in the East Sea Dragon Palace for countless epochs actually lived up to its name and was a divine weapon.
The Dragon King's eyes widened.
What about all those years spent as scrap metal in the Dragon Palace?!
Sun Wukong was overjoyed and looked at Yang Jiao, smiling:
"Sister, Wukong's staff can also change size!"
Just like the stick his sister had back then, he became happy and bounced around the iron rod in circles.
"Make it smaller so I can easily hold it."
The stick shrank again until it was the size of a hand, and then it stopped.
Sun Wukong casually took it in his hand, twirled the staff, and bubbles rose up in a continuous stream.
This iron rod was no longer as ordinary as it had been before. After it became more handy, it had two golden hoops at each end, making it quite beautiful.
The old Dragon King had thought it was just a black iron rod, but who would have thought it would turn out to be such a treasure? He immediately refused to continue.
"Hey, hey, hey, drop it, drop it! This is a treasure from my Dragon Palace."
Sun Wukong slung the staff behind his back, went to the old Dragon King's side, bumped him with his shoulder, and said:
"You promised to give me the stick, good Dragon King."
That was just now. Now that I've witnessed the extraordinary nature of this stick, how could I bear to part with it?
The old Dragon King subconsciously looked at Yang Jiao and said:
"To be fair, this is a divine weapon from my East Sea Dragon Palace. You've already ascended to become a deity, so you can't just forcibly take it."
Yang Jiao was very polite and composed, replying, "Of course."
The Dragon King was relieved.
It seems that Yang Jiao has indeed grown up. After taking up his post in the Heavenly Court, he has also learned about human relationships and worldly affairs, which makes the Dragon King very pleased.
As if emboldened, he said he was about to snatch the iron rod.
I tried to grab it, but I couldn't pull it away.
I initially thought it was Sun Wukong secretly exerting his strength, and the Dragon King trying to snatch it away, but after he still couldn't move it, I realized that the golden cudgel weighed over ten thousand jin!
Yang Jiao spoke, pointing to the inscribed characters on one end:
"The Ruyi Jingu Bang weighs 13,500 jin."
"The Ruyi Jingu Bang! What a wonderful staff!" Sun Wukong became happy again and said to the Dragon King, "You still claim it's from your East Sea, but you can't even lift it yourself."
The Dragon King, disregarding his image, grabbed the staff, lifted his feet off the ground, and glared at Sun Wukong:
"If it's not mine, is it yours?"
Yang Jiao came out:
To be fair...
The Old Dragon King was, after all, a deity of the Heavenly Court. Judging from Yang Jiao's behavior today, he truly did not favor either side and acted in a proper and orderly manner. He repeatedly responded:
"Yes, let's hear her speak the truth."
Yang Jiao nodded and said sincerely:
"This staff really is Wukong's."
The Dragon King's face stiffened. "Are you being fair?"
"How is it unfair?" Yang Jiao retorted, "If you call it, will it answer you?"
The Dragon King gritted his teeth. This Sea-Stabilizing Needle has been in the East Sea for so long, how could he possibly not be moved? What a joke!
He shouted at the Ruyi Jingu Bang:
"Get bigger, get bigger, get bigger."
The golden cudgel remained completely still.
Seeing Yang Jiao's smile grow wider, the Dragon King wondered if the stick could only understand the command to shrink. He hurriedly shouted again:
"Get smaller, get smaller, get smaller."
But the golden cudgel still didn't react.
This made Sun Wukong even more excited.
"Good golden cudgel, go!" He shook the cudgel, causing the Dragon King to fall with it, and casually tossed it away, shouting, "Grow bigger!"
As if it could understand speech, the golden cudgel stood up in the East Sea with a whoosh and immediately expanded.
Yang Jiao looked at the Dragon King, who was staring blankly, clapped her hands and spread them to either side, saying helplessly:
"See? I've really become fair now. This staff does indeed belong to Wukong."
The old Dragon King felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw that his Ruyi Jingu Bang, which had been a piece of scrap metal in the East Sea for so long, had taken a liking to a monkey.
How could you be so willing to lose such a magical artifact that can change according to your will?
Even if it means remaining scrap metal in the East Sea Dragon Palace, I don't want to see my scrap metal transformed into a dazzling divine weapon in someone else's hands, as that would make the East Sea seem unlucky.
The Dragon King was again forcing himself to maintain his composure.
"So what if you agreed? Did you even write your name on it?"
This is the happiest moment for Yang Jiao. Do you know how many years she has waited to say this?
It all started when he caused havoc in the East Sea at the age of three! It all started when he didn't take away the Golden Cudgel and leave his name on it!
I'm eighteen now!
Fifteen years, a full fifteen years, just waiting for this moment!
Yang Jiao waved to Wukong, full of heroic spirit:
"Go, let him know how those three words are written!"
Sun Wukong scratched his head and quietly asked the Six-Eared Macaque:
Which three words?
"Are you stupid?!" The Six-Eared Macaque slapped Wukong on the back and growled, "Your name is Sun! Wu! Kong!"
this moment,
Sun Wukong's eyes burned intensely, an indescribable excitement welling up within him. He moved his lips closer to the Six-Eared Macaque's ear and whispered:
How do you write the three characters for "Sun Wukong"?
Six-Eared Macaque: Died.