"Ding! The Red Thread of Love: Uniting lovers across a thousand miles, one red thread solves all matters of romance. If one isn't enough, add another! Exchange Value: 5 million karma points."
"???" Monkey King was completely puzzled.
He wanted to stir up trouble, so what was this about a red thread for matchmaking?
"Hey, your useless system, what's the deal with giving me a red thread? Are you trying to rush things for Pigsy and Gao Cuilan?"
"Answering the host: just think creatively. With the red thread in your hand, it doesn't have to be Gao Cuilan on the other end, does it?"
"Oh? I like where this is going!" Monkey King's eyes sparkled, quickly realizing how he could put this red thread to use.
"Alright, system, give me one of those Red Threads of Love!"
"Ding! The Red Thread of Love has been exchanged and stored in your system space!"
Taking out the red thread from his system space, Monkey King smirked. "Old Pig, you better not thank me for this... Hehe~"
...
Monkey King roamed around Gao Village until he found his target. He carefully tied one end of the red thread and then took the other end to find Pigsy.
Pigsy had stopped working for a while, feeling an odd premonition that something was about to happen. But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what or from where.
While he was deep in thought, he suddenly sensed a mysterious connection, as if his lifelong partner was somewhere nearby in Gao Village.
"Could it be… my bride?"
Drooling at the thought, Pigsy was reminded of Patriarch Gao's proposal. The old man had asked if he'd be willing to marry into Gao Village by wedding his youngest daughter, Gao Cuilan. Though Pigsy had yet to meet her, he had seen her two older sisters, each as beautiful as a goddess.
The word around the village was that Gao Cuilan was even more beautiful than her sisters. Naturally, Pigsy had no objections.
And even if Gao Cuilan turned out differently than expected, he was powerful enough to leave whenever he wanted, wasn't he?
And so, Pigsy happily went about his work, looking forward to the wedding festivities that evening.
...
Once the red thread was tied, Monkey King returned to where Tripitaka was, leaving everything else to unfold on its own.
If all went according to plan, Gao Village would see quite the commotion tonight.
When Monkey King rejoined Tripitaka, he handed him a roast chicken he'd brought back from the village.
He'd noticed that the Five Directional Revelation Spirits had resumed their surveillance, but he paid them no mind. They were powerless to interfere with his plans anyway.
Tripitaka, munching on his roast chicken atop the dragon-turtle's back, continued his journey without a care.
Meanwhile, Monkey King refrained from giving him any directions, curious to see if Tripitaka would somehow find his way to Gao Village on his own.
...
As expected, after only two days, Tripitaka had wandered way off course, even further than Monkey King had during his own misnavigation.
At this rate, Tripitaka would certainly reach the Western Paradise for the scriptures, but Gao Village? That was looking unlikely.
Monkey King's interest grew—how would Tripitaka eventually end up at Gao Village?
He didn't have to wait long, as someone soon appeared along Tripitaka's path.
Monkey King recognized the figure as Patriarch Gao's servant, Gao Cai, from the village. But Gao Cai was a mortal; how could he have traveled so far?
A closer look with his Fiery Golden Eyes revealed that Gao Cai was actually Golden-Headed Guardian Deity in disguise. The Buddhist sect was certainly going to great lengths to keep things on track.
Too bad they'd chosen the wrong timing.
Tripitaka was sound asleep, after all.
These days, he seemed more inclined to take things easy. As long as he was heading roughly in the right direction, he spent most of his time lounging on the dragon-turtle's back, thoroughly enjoying the journey.
Golden-Headed Guardian Deity was utterly flummoxed. Tripitaka was doing everything but stopping to talk—show was he supposed to get him back on track for Gao Village?
As for Monkey King, he'd noticed that these days Tripitaka would follow whatever he suggested, even if it meant breaking Buddhist rules. It was no wonder Tripitaka was looking for rounder with each passing day.
With no other option, Golden-Headed Guardian Deity decided to take matters into his own hands.
"Honored Monk! Please, wait!" he called out.
Tripitaka didn't even lift his head. "Wukong, is there something happening?"
"Master, I think someone is calling for you."
"Strange, what would anyone be doing out here?" Tripitaka replied warily, instantly on edge. The last time someone had called him out in the wilderness, he'd ended up with a Band-tightening Spell on his head—a painful experience he didn't wish to repeat.
"Are you sure it's human?" he asked Wukong.
"I can only say it's not a demon, Master," Monkey King replied with a mischievous glint.
A shiver ran through Tripitaka, who tightened his grip on the dragon-turtle's reins.
He was certain—Buddhist sect or not, someone was trying to set him up again.
But he wasn't so easily fooled this time. Instead, he was curious to see what the Buddhist sect had in store.
Golden-Headed Guardian Deity breathed a sigh of relief when Tripitaka finally stopped. He would've had to use spells to keep up with the dragon-turtle's brisk pace otherwise.
"Honored Monk! Please, allow me to have a word!"
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