Sun Wukong finished speaking, walked to Sha Wujing's side with a smile, took off the prayer beads, and handed them to Fang Er.
The prayer beads had only eighteen beads, the smallest like a pigeon's egg.
The largest was like a child's clenched fist.
As soon as the prayer beads were in his hands, Fang Er sensed their extraordinary nature. He jumped up and walked towards the workshop, leaving the four Tang monks and disciples there.
Upon reaching the workshop, Fang Er directly placed the prayer beads on the drilling machine.
The craftsmen beside him saluted him, but he waved them away.
The drilling machine started, and the high-speed rotating drill bit slowly approached the prayer beads.
As he was unsure of the prayer beads' material, Fang Er lowered the drill bit's pressure to the slowest speed.
The moment the drill bit touched the prayer beads, a grating sound emanated from the contact point.
Screech screech screech~~
The high-speed rotating drill bit could not inflict any damage on the prayer beads. Instead, the drill bit itself began to emit smoke!
After a while, the drill bit slowly changed color!
The originally jet-black drill bit actually turned red!
Crack!
Suddenly, the drill bit broke, and the broken half flew, embedding itself into the wall beside it!
Hahahahahahaha~~!
Fang Er suddenly burst into laughter.
What a treasure! He had stumbled upon something valuable!
It wasn't just the prayer beads that were good, but Sun Wukong had exceeded his expectations.
The methods passed down from Ouyi Zi were indeed extraordinary to be able to forge such a hard material into weapons!
Da Ying, bring the four of them to the workshop!
After laughing, Fang Er instructed Yan Shuangying via walkie-talkie.
Before long, the four masters and disciples arrived at the workshop, looking bewildered and unsure why Fang Er had brought them there.
Wukong, do you want to continue being a blacksmith? Fang Er asked with a smile, looking at Sun Wukong.
Tang Sanzang suddenly had a bad premonition. Is this public official openly poaching people?
Sun Wukong scratched his head and looked at Fang Er with confusion. What do you mean by this, my lord?
Nothing else. Now that the Great Tang is eradicating Buddhism, you certainly cannot remain a monk.
Your skill in forging weapons is too good to be wasted on other things. So, how about becoming a blacksmith under me? Fang Er said, looking forward to Sun Wukong's reaction.
Master? Hearing this, Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang with pleading eyes.
Alas! Your master doesn't even know where to go now. Since this lord values you so highly, you should renounce the secular world. Tang Sanzang said with a wry smile, shaking his head at him.
Master, do you… do you not want your disciple anymore? Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang with tears in his eyes.
The scenes of their journey to the West and their return flickered through his mind.
Those hardships and tribulations were all overcome by the master and disciples working together. Now, it was time to part ways.
Sun Wukong suddenly felt a pang of reluctance in his heart.
Sun Wukong, everyone has their own destiny!
You four masters and disciples each have your own strengths, and I have different arrangements for you.
Not only you, but your two junior brothers will also leave Tang Sanzang and work in different places.
As for your master, I will assign him to go to Dongdu to propagate the Dharma of the Joyful Buddha.
Therefore, the end of your master and disciples has already been decided.
Fang Er looked at the four of them and smiled as he revealed his arrangements for them.
Pfft~~!
Upon hearing his words, Tang Sanzang directly spat out a mouthful of blood, looking at Fang Er in disbelief.
Master!
Wukong and the other two quickly supported him, their faces filled with worry as they wiped away the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth.
Don't look at me with that murderous expression.
If you masters and disciples wish to reunite, it is not impossible. It all depends on your individual performances. If you diligently carry out the tasks I have arranged, you will be able to reunite within five years.
Fang Er's words gave the four of them hope again.
Sun Wukong let go of Tang Sanzang and kowtowed to the ground. Please instruct me, my lord. Your humble Wukong will serve you with utmost devotion!
Good!
Fang Er was overjoyed. He winked at Yan Shuangying, gesturing for him to help Sun Wukong up.
Then, he handed the string of prayer beads to Sun Wukong, along with a box of machine tools.
I don't know how you forged such hard meteorites into weapons. That is the supreme skill of Ouyi Zi, and I have no intention of delving into it.
What you need to do now is to destroy these prayer beads and forge them into tools like these.
Can you do it?
Sun Wukong took the box containing the tools, picked up one, and examined it carefully for a long time before replying.
Whether I can do it or not, I'll only know after trying.
After speaking, Sun Wukong pointed to the forging platform in a corner of the workshop. My lord, may I use that?
This forging platform was a gift from Yu Chi Baolin when he was in Chang'an, and it belonged to Yu Chi Jingde.
After Fang Er agreed, Sun Wukong took the prayer beads and walked over.
He untied the leather rope that strung the prayer beads, picked out the smallest bead, and threw it into the furnace.
Then, he stood by the furnace and waited.
Seeing this, Mo Ming nimbly ran over to assist him, keeping the furnace fire roaring.
After a full hour, Sun Wukong used tongs to pick the bead out of the furnace. The bead had only slightly changed color.
This confirmed the extraordinary nature of the material. If it were ordinary iron, it would have melted into molten iron by now.
Sun Wukong placed the bead on the forging platform, spat in his palm, rubbed his hands together, then picked up the hammer beside the platform and swung it at an extremely peculiar angle, striking the bead.
The hammer, weighing over eighty catties, felt as light as nothing in his hands.
One strike, two strikes, three strikes~~
He seemed tireless, his hammer strikes raining down on the bead like a storm.
The clanging sounds were incessant.
All the craftsmen nearby were dumbfounded, as was Fang Er. They could not discern anything different about this so-called chaotic wind hammer technique, only feeling its imposing aura.
However, Yan Shuangying, standing behind Fang Er, saw the trick. Being a martial artist, he could capture movements far better than ordinary people.
He clearly saw that every time Sun Wukong swung the hammer, his entire body's muscles were trembling at an unprecedented frequency!
Master Brother's hammer technique is still so exquisite. It's a pity that out of the Seventy-Two Hammers, I, Old Zhu, only learned the first thirty-six.
At this moment, Fang Er suddenly heard Zhu Bajie's exclamation.
What was that?
Did this pig also learn Sun Wukong's skills?