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The Journey of the Scriptures: I Have My Destiny
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Five hundred years have passed, and the world has changed beyond recognition. The concrete jungle has replaced Mountain of Flowers and Fruit, and the blaring horns of cars drown out the songs of birds. Under the alias Wukong, he rides a battered electric scooter, dressed in a cheap T-shirt, blending in among a crowd of delivery drivers. Who would have thought that this unassuming delivery man was once the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who caused chaos in Heaven five centuries ago?
The setting sun casts a warm glow over the bustling streets, where traffic flows like a river and crowds move like a tide. Wukong skillfully weaves through the vehicles on his scooter, humming an unknown tune. Inside his delivery box, a cup of hot coffee emits a rich aroma. Suddenly, his phone beeps with a new order notification, and a smile creeps onto his lips.
Just then, an ear-piercing roar of an engine approaches rapidly. A red sports car speeds by, causing pedestrians to gasp and scatter. An elderly woman, trembling and leaning on her cane, is unable to move in time and is about to be struck by the car. "Ah—" screams erupt from the crowd.
In the blink of an eye, Wukong slams on the brakes and leaps off his scooter. Like a ghost, he darts to the old woman’s side, scooping her up and gently placing her on the sidewalk. At the same moment, he deftly catches the hot coffee that flies out of the delivery box with his other hand, not spilling a single drop.
All this happens in an instant; before anyone can react, the red sports car performs a perfect drift and comes to a halt nearby. The window rolls down slowly to reveal a young man wearing sunglasses and flamboyant clothing, who leans out with an arrogant expression. "Old man, watch where you're going!"
Wukong sets down the coffee carefully, brushes off his clothes, and looks up at the rich kid with a glint of coldness in his eyes. "You almost hit someone. Don’t you have anything to say?"
The rich kid removes his sunglasses and sizes up Wukong with disdain. "Who do you think you are? Mind your own business! Do you know how much this car costs?"
Ignoring the provocation, Wukong walks over to the elderly woman and asks with concern, "Are you alright, ma'am?"
Still shaken, the old woman clutches Wukong's hand tightly. "Thank you, young man! If it weren't for you, I would have lost my life."
Among the crowd, a young girl holds up her phone, capturing the entire dramatic scene. Her name is Bai Ling, an online novelist searching for inspiration for her next story. Recently troubled by some thugs, she had been rescued by Wukong. At that moment, she sensed something extraordinary about him; witnessing this act of bravery only solidified her belief.
"He really… isn’t an ordinary person," Bai Ling murmurs to herself, her gaze fixed intently on Wukong. The calm strength he exudes captivates her with its mystery and allure.
The wealthy heir, seeing Wukong ignore him, became even angrier and shouted, "You wait for me!" With that, he slammed the accelerator, and his sports car sped away.
Wukong watched the car disappear into the distance, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes. He knew this matter wouldn’t end so easily.
Bai Ling put down her phone and walked over to Wukong. "Hello, I’m Bai Ling. Thank you for saving me that day."
Wukong turned to look at Bai Ling and nodded slightly. "No need to mention it."
"You... are really impressive," Bai Ling said, a bit excited. "What just happened was like something out of a superhero movie."
Wukong smiled faintly. "It was just a small effort." He put his helmet back on, preparing to leave.
"Wait!" Bai Ling called out to him. "Can I interview you? I want to write a story about you."
Wukong hesitated for a moment but ultimately shook his head. "I don’t have anything worth writing about." With that, he hopped on his electric scooter and vanished into the flow of traffic.
Bai Ling watched Wukong's retreating figure, her eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation. She decided she would uncover the mystery behind this enigmatic man.
As night fell and the city lights began to shine, Wukong returned to his rented room and quickly ate a bowl of instant noodles. Just then, his phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello?"
"Is this Wukong? Someone wants to see you." The voice on the other end was deep and chilling.
Wukong's heart tightened; he knew trouble had arrived. He stepped out of his rented apartment and made his way to the alley below. Under the dim streetlight, several burly men were waiting there.
A wealthy young man emerged from a black sedan, a sinister smile plastered across his face. "Kid, you've really embarrassed me."
Wukong looked at him coldly. "What do you want?"
The rich young man waved his hand, and the men behind him immediately closed in. "Give him a good lesson!"
Wukong clenched his fists, a glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes. Five hundred years had passed, and he was long tired of such pointless conflicts. But since someone had come looking for trouble, he would not back down.
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