Chapter 15 Section 3 Zhu Bajie

"The decoration is average." Xuanzang said. "The drink is average." Sun Wukong put down the beer can with a look of disgust. The decoration style of this bar is very vulgar, punk is not punk, jazz is not jazz, and specious metal skulls and vinyl records are hung everywhere.The light is very dim, only the four words "Yunzhan Bar" spelled with neon lights hang high on the ceiling, which is very eye-catching.A coquettish female singer was babbling, wiggling her hips vigorously. "The singing is not generally unpleasant." Xuanzang and Monkey King curled their lips at the same time.

A young man with long hair stretched his neck from the next seat and shouted: "Listen if you want to hear it, get out if you don't want to hear it!" Sun Wukong was furious and threw the beer can directly at it.He only took a sip of the can of beer, so the long-haired youth was splashed on the head.Xuanzang was startled, he didn't expect that honest office worker to have such a violent temper. They didn't intend to stay at this place called Gao Laozhuang.But since Sun Wukong was resurrected, he said that he used to be an office worker who didn't dare to touch alcoholic beverages, and now he wanted to make up for the ten-year wine, so they found the well-known Yunzhan Bar, planning to have a good drink.

How could the young man let it go, and jumped up from the sofa with several companions around him, grabbed the wine bottle and high chair, and surrounded him aggressively.None of the drinkers around came up to persuade them, and they were all waiting to see the jokes of the two foreigners. Even the bar owner just coughed and wiped his glass, showing no intention of stopping. "I am on the left and you are on the right? Or on both sides of me, you help me cheer." Monkey King said to Xuanzang.He understood the latter's musical prowess, but not his talent in fighting. "I'm on the right." Xuanzang said.He never beat Li Shimin in a fight, but he never lost to anyone else either.

Seeing the two chatting like no one else, the long-haired young man shouted hysterically: "Beat me!" A group of people rushed forward bravely. Sun Wukong and Xuanzang have very different fighting styles.Xuanzang was born in a wild way, he is used to fighting in the wild, he has no rules in his shots, Wang Baquan hugs his waist, pulls his hair, lowers his vagina and feet and inserts his eyes, which are all small tricks that are not very popular; Small, not many hands, but every shot must hit the enemy's vitals. In less than five minutes, seven or eight people lay on the ground wailing.Among the two people who were still standing, Xuanzang was out of breath from the beating, holding on to the table and gasping for breath, while Monkey King did not change his face, calm and calm, with a look of lack of exercise.

The bar suddenly became very quiet, and a drinker couldn't help but said: "Hey, you two foreigners, do you know who you hit?" Sun Wukong sneered: "I don't know, and I don't want to know." "Then I'll let you know today." A hoarse, deep voice came from outside the bar, and the temperature in the bar dropped instantly, both the drinkers and the female singer who was posing on stage obediently shrank their necks and kept silent . The wooden door was pushed open with a creak, and a group of people walked into the bar slowly.The leader was a fat man, with an unusually wide face and belly, his body fat trembling, as if it would melt at any moment, his eyes painted with thick purple eyeshadow were radiating a ferocious light.He and a group of boys behind him were all wearing dark green reformed military uniforms. Everyone wore spiked bracelets on their wrists, three stud earrings on their ears, and a fierce owl's head pierced on their right arm.One of the tall and thin people followed behind the fat man step by step, with no expression on his stern face.

As soon as they stepped into the bar, they automatically stood in a semicircle, blocking all escape routes for Xuanzang and Wukong.The fat man glanced at the messy subordinates on the ground, and asked indifferently: "You guys did it?" "Yes." Monkey King folded his arms on his chest and met his gaze.The fat man squinted his eyes and looked at the two people. His fat and shiny lips squirmed slightly, revealing a slight smile.It was rare for him to experience being looked at so calmly. "The person who moved the Yunzhan Cave must give me an explanation." The fat man said.

Sun Wukong kicked the little hooligan on the ground: "They picked things up first, so I can't blame me for teaching them a lesson." His words added fuel to the flames, causing the surrounding group of people to burn with anger. "Boss, these two brats are too arrogant!" The subordinates shouted and rolled up their sleeves.Someone took out a bicycle chain lock, someone pulled out a baton from his waist, and someone even pulled out a triangular army thorn.Xuanzang who was next to him picked up a wine bottle and stood next to Monkey King, feeling uneasy. The fat man suddenly yelled: "Slow down!" His subordinates all stopped and looked at the boss in puzzlement.The fat man walked over, looked at Sun Wukong carefully, then looked at Xuanzang, and asked a question seemingly casually: "You guys also play music?" "That's right, we came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, Go to the west to find real music." Xuanzang said.

Sun Wukong's face darkened.The two of them didn't bring any musical instruments in. Who would have thought that this fat man could see through the details at a glance. Such a sharp observation ability is by no means simple.Sun Wukong has much more experience in the arena than Xuanzang, and he immediately understood that the punk-dressed fat man in front of him was not an ordinary person——the tall and thin man next to the fat man made Sun Wukong even more vigilant, and he smelled a ruthless smell of blood. This guy is the most dangerous. The fat man smiled slightly, and patted his palm lightly: "You guys who beat me, this place must be recovered. But if I beat me back now, I will inevitably be accused of bullying too much. Since I am playing music, then You might as well use this to see the truth. What do you two think?" Sun Wukong found himself stared at by the tall and thin man, he thought to himself that he could resist this man with all his strength, but Xuanzang would definitely not be able to hold the others. people.The fat man had already made up his mind, forcing them to accept the proposal.Before Sun Wukong could think of a solution, Xuanzang had already dropped his wine glass on the floor: "Okay! Let's do this!" any solution.The fat man was very happy, and the wrinkles on his face were piled up with a smile: "Then let's meet here tonight. Oh, by the way, Killing Monk?" The tall and thin man came out, and the fat man ordered: "These two Guest, please protect me, don't lose a single hair." Killing Monk nodded expressionlessly.

Fatty and his men left quickly.Sun Wukong and Xuanzang looked at each other and walked out.Killing Monk stood in the middle of the road and stopped them with his hand: "Where are you two going?" Sun Wukong replied impatiently: "Go to the car and get the musical instrument!" Killing Monk took his hand back and followed them out of the Cloud Inn Bar.Come to a nearby parking lot.Sun Wukong noticed that the Killing Monk hardly made any noise when he walked. If he hadn't known his existence in advance, he probably wouldn't have noticed him following behind. They opened the back of the SUV as the monk watched.Monkey King took out his heavy-duty guitar, Xuanzang thought for a while, and instead of taking his own guitar, he took out a sky-blue lacquer-colored dynamic microphone, which was specially modified to pick up sound without attenuation and low-cut, and most people sang It must be a mess, but it is most suitable for Xuanzang's thick and clear voice.

When Killing Monk saw the thick strings on the guitar reinstalled by Sun Wukong, his facial muscles did not move at all, but his pupils shrank slightly.This little trick was discovered by Monkey King. He deliberately picked up the guitar and shook it: "Look at the frost on your face, so you know this too? Come on, play it a few times and listen." Take a step back, avoiding the guitar.Sun Wukong likes to see these stern-faced guys show weakness, he took another step forward and said: "Your boss is not here now, come and try." Killing Monk took another step back. The two of them advanced and retreated for a few rounds, and the monk found that he had no way to retreat.His face became colder, his right hand flashed, and he slammed hard on the guitar board, causing a buzzing sound in the resonance chamber.Sun Wukong pulled the guitar back sharply, and held it with his palm: "You are really good at urging the guitar with your hands." "Good guitar." That's all Shaseng said.

Sun Wukong and Xuanzang ignored him and practiced on their own.After rehearsing several times, they discussed making some adjustments to the rhythm. "Havoc in Heaven" was re-written by Xuanzang, and many parts need to be improved in order to make the guitar accompaniment and singing voice match more perfectly.Under the premise of lacking a bass player and a drummer, they can only make up for it in other ways. After the practice, Monkey King said to Killing Monk: "Hey, what musical instrument do you know? Come and join in the fun." Killing Monk ignored him, and Monkey King called again: "It's fine to play a temporary cameo, and I'll pay you." Killing Monk was as cold as ice.Sun Wukong never tires of throwing out all kinds of reliable or unreliable conditions, regardless of whether the killing monk responds or not.He knew that the task of killing the monk was to keep an eye on them, and he didn't dare to walk away, so he intentionally teased him to his heart's content, guessing the degree of inner churning under his blank expression.This is Wukong's bad taste. When Sun Wu’s air conditioner was playing about killing a monk, Xuanzang was sitting in the front of the car, busy playing with his dynamic microphone with his head down.Suddenly he felt a little cold in his scalp, subconsciously looked sideways, and saw a young woman standing beside the driver's cab, looking straight at him through the glass. Xuanzang almost jumped up in fright, and almost threw the microphone out of his hand. This woman was wearing a water-colored summer dress, with black hair, but the skin on her bare shoulders was white and shiny.The most eye-catching thing is her high nose bridge in the style of the Western Regions, which makes the whole face full of brilliance. If it is another occasion, it should be quite beautiful. Xuanzang wanted to call Monkey King, but he couldn't move his whole body, and he couldn't speak when he opened his mouth—it was very similar to when he was on stage for the first time, he was too nervous and caused spasm in his vocal cords—but when he came back to his senses , found the woman disappeared. Xuanzang wiped the cold sweat off his brow, opened the door and walked out of the driver's cab, only to find that there was no one nearby, nor any footsteps. "Could it be that I have run into a ghost?" Xuanzang thought to himself. In the evening, under the "escort" of Shaseng, Monkey King and Xuanzang came to Yunzhan Bar again. The atmosphere in the bar was completely different from that of the daytime. All the ambiguous things were removed, and the tables and chairs were also moved away, leaving a large space.A large number of audiences in strange costumes clustered together, shouting, scolding and even fighting non-stop. The stage background was replaced with a large black and red cloth curtain, the skulls of five different beasts were hung high, and huge white candles were lit in their bone cavities, which looked a little strange and terrifying.The hidden voices are like wild beasts lurking in the dark, and some noises burst out from time to time, like the low roar of wild beasts before pounce. The fat man changed into an orthodox black priest's uniform. The patterns on it were all woven with silver threads, giving him a sinister and serious look.He was sitting behind a silver drum kit talking to others when he suddenly saw Xuanzang and Sun Wukong walk into the bar, immediately picked up the drumsticks, and beat the snare drum and cymbals with dizzying hand speed.Everyone's attention in the bar was immediately attracted by the drumbeat.The drumming continued. Fatty stepped on the hi-hat with his right foot while beating the big drum, his fat body vibrating rhythmically.He stood up slowly in rhythm, with one hand using a drumstick as a sword, pointing directly at Xuanzang and Wukong. "Tonight's sacrifice to the devil is the two of them!" The drumstick pointed, and the people present cheered in unison, countless eyes shot at the two of them, whistles and threats came and went.The fat man tapped without losing the opportunity, and the two drumsticks were flying in his hands, like magic weapons that can control human emotions. Wukong and Xuanzang noticed that Fatty's drum set was missing a middle drum, like a seven-year-old boy's big missing teeth. "I didn't expect them to be so poor." Monkey King muttered to himself. "Now that you three are here, we can start." Fatty shouted into the microphone. Sun Wukong and Xuanzang were taken aback, three people? At this time, the monk who had been standing beside them calmly walked onto the stage and picked up a bass.His appearance sparked another upsurge of cheers.His expression was still so cold, it seemed that what he was holding was not Bess, but a dagger. "It turned out to be a bass player. This guy is hiding something." Sun Wukong rubbed his chin. They quickly sensed the oddity of the band's positioning.Fatty's drum kit was placed in the center, and Killing Monk's bass and two electric guitars were placed on the left and right. But what about the lead singer? The answer will be revealed soon. Compared with the life-filled rage of Sun Wukong's "Havoc in Heaven", the rage of the Fat Man Band is a kind of hysterical dark madness. Excessive noise is everywhere, full of despair, chaos and death, like a crack in the earth , Demons dripping with magma climbed into the world one by one. Amidst the high-pitched noise created by electric guitar and bass, the fat man stood up from behind the drums and yelled into the microphone while moving his hands and feet, leading everyone to hell with the sound of drums and cymbals Fall away. I used to be kind, innocent, and sentimental like a woman, but I don't know it!I X! The angel's feathers were broken, and bright red blood spurted out. The angel's eyes were gouged out, and the two black holes were filled with shit. The sharp lightning struck the abdomen, and the rotten intestines were full of maggots... Gods, you are a group of greedy and hungry beasts Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, you are just zombies for ten thousand years... I will crawl back from the underworld sooner or later, and flood the entire Yunxiao Temple with dirty saliva. The Four Great Demon Generals and the Seven Fairies I X "It's really good." Sun Wukong commented, "I like the anti-religious taste in it. It's not so decadent as it is an accusation." Xuanzang praised it from a technical point of view.There are very few bands where the lead singer and the drummer are both in one person, because the drummer has to move all four limbs when hitting, and the way of breathing is different from that of singing, so it is difficult to take care of both.But the fat man didn't seem to have this concern at all, he was able to pour out all his anger in a calm manner while dancing, which was very rare.The lack of a middle drum in the drum kit is made up for by his hand speed. "I always feel that this guy is full of resentment..." Xuanzang said.Sun Wukong nodded in agreement, and at the same time couldn't help but take another look at Killing Monk. That guy's bass skills are excellent, he hits the hook with his right hand, calmly, and he can still calmly stabilize the entire bass line when the fat man's melody is the most violent.His calmness is incompatible with the frenzied atmosphere of the whole band, and his playing style is also cold, but it is pervasive, eroding the melody of every section like mercury.Sun Wukong couldn't help guessing that this guy was actually the craziest one here. "I've met a talent, and there are two people at the touch of a finger." Xuanzang licked his lips. These two guys can just make up for the current dilemma of the band. After the song was over, the atmosphere in the bar fell into madness. The audience stunned by the large decibels danced wildly, yelling with unknown meaning, and countless arms raised high, like a cursed jungle. "It's your turn!" Fatty shouted, "You will be sacrifices to the great demon Chi You!" "Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" The people below shouted together. Sun Wukong and Xuanzang walked onto the stage calmly.When the killer monk stepped down, he passed right and wrong with Monkey King. Xuanzang stood on the stage and connected his own microphone.He suddenly discovered that the mysterious woman in the afternoon appeared in the crowd again!But the lights under the stage were dim, and there were too many people. After a short turn, the woman disappeared again. "Havoc in the Heavenly Palace?" Sun Wukong asked Xuanzang with his eyes.Xuanzang rolled his eyes: "I have no other choice, right?" Sun Wukong showed his white teeth and grinned.Since leaving Wuzhishan, the only song they have practiced together is "Havoc in Heaven". The audience originally held up their energy to boo this incomplete band, but when Monkey King's solo started, the audience immediately fell into another sense of silence. Monkey King's heavy guitar is like a majestic golden cudgel, sweeping away the death breath left in the bar just now.Xuanzang's singing voice and guitar sound complement each other perfectly.Chi You's sacrifice transformed into a majestic God of War, setting off a boundless storm and blowing away the dead trees and rot that spread across the stage. If "Being Descended" is a complete negation of negative energy, then "Havoc in Heaven" is a rebellion full of positive energy. These two songs happen to be positive and negative, forming a wonderful contrast.If there is a professional music critic present, he will not say which one is better, he will only say that they are yin and yang, and they are perfectly natural. "Not bad." Fatty squeezed out two words from between his teeth under the stage, his eyes were blocked by sunglasses.He tilted his head and asked: "Killing monk, what do you think?" Killing monk also squeezed out two words: "Very good." The two of them immediately returned to silence.After Monkey King and Xuanzang finished playing, Fatty stood up and took the lead in applauding.Others in the bar breathed a sigh of relief and applauded. Xuanzang and Wukong came down from the stage, the fat man greeted them, and said to them: "You are fine, you can go." Xuanzang said: "You are not bad, how are you? Are you interested in going to the Western Paradise with us?" The fat man heard Yan was startled, and then laughed out loud: "I eat delicious food and drink spicy food in Gao Laozhuang, and I am free. What are you going to Xitian with you for?" The people around laughed. Xuanzang pointed to the drum set without the middle drum: "Your drum set is missing one side." "So what?" "I heard that there is only one situation in which a musician will deliberately make himself His musical instrument is incomplete—when his lifelong wish is not fulfilled, he will regard his beloved musical instrument as a totem that symbolizes the knot in his heart. If you refuse to complete the drum kit, it means that you are not happy here." "Fart! "The fat man suddenly became furious, and his two lips formed a dangerous arc with his chubby face.Killing Monk made a sudden move and pressed a dagger on Xuanzang's neck.With quick eyes and quick hands, Sun Wukong grabbed the iron spike on the belt of the person next to him, and pressed it against the fat man's throat. The eyes of Monkey King and Killing Monk quickly crossed each other. Without much words, the two slowly put down the knife in a tacit understanding, and pushed Fatty and Xuanzang towards each other.After the fat man was out of danger, he rubbed his throat subconsciously and shouted angrily, "Get out! Get out!" Xuanzang and Monkey King left the Yunzhan bar and walked to the side of the SUV.Sun Wukong complained: "You know that they are all lunatics, why do you still say such words to provoke them?" Zang himself was also baffled, and tapped his bald head with his finger, unable to understand it.He thought about the woman, but felt that Monkey King would not believe it. "But you're right, there is indeed something hidden behind them..." Sun Wukong put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked up at the pale lights of the parking lot, "Have you noticed, the fat man and the killer monk, their arms There is a tattoo of an owl's head on them." "Yeah, what's wrong?" "If I'm right, they have served sentences before, this tattoo must be to cover up the prison number branded on their bodies." Sun Wukong made gestures on himself.Xuanzang asked curiously, "How do you know so clearly?" Sun Wukong rolled up his sleeves, and Xuanzang saw a row of pitch-black numbers and barcodes branded on his furry arms, and the skin on the edge of the numbers turned outwards, which was shocking. "I used to be a prisoner too." Sun Wukong looked calm and showed no shame, "So the first time I saw Fatty and Killing Monk, I felt that their aura was very similar to mine back then—no, they were more mature than me back then. It's dark. The song "Demoted" is quite angry." Xuanzang touched his chin: "That is to say, they were wronged and imprisoned, so they are so cynical? Is this where their heart knot lies?" No, it’s not like this.” A woman’s cold voice sounded in the parking lot, Xuanzang and Monkey King were startled, stood up in a hurry, and looked left and right.Xuanzang soon discovered that the woman with the high nose was standing behind the two of them in the afternoon, quietly approaching them. For some reason, Xuanzang always felt that she didn't have any real sense of existence, just like the big parking lot now, it was empty. "Can you two go with me?" The woman's lips squirmed, but her eyes were like two ice bridges, firmly connected to Xuanzang and Wukong.Xuanzang and Wukong looked at each other, feeling that they had no choice, so they nodded in agreement. The three of them got into the SUV and drove out of the parking lot.The woman was sitting in the co-pilot's seat. Every time she reached an intersection, she would extend her arms to indicate the direction, but kept her eyes level and said nothing.Xuanzang didn't dare to talk to her, he only cared about driving.Only Wukong huddled in the back seat, playing the guitar casually. The buildings on both sides became more and more sparse, the streetlights on the road became less bright, and the SUV gradually sank into the dim night.After about twenty minutes, the woman's arm suddenly pointed to the right, and Xuanzang's eyes widened before he discovered an indistinct gravel road beside the road. The SUV turned around, got on the gravel road, walked for another ten minutes, and came to the foot of a big mountain. Xuanzang, Wukong and the woman got out of the car, looked around, and found that this was a cemetery.In the dark, you can see the shadows of many tombstones of different sizes, and there is a forest of pines and cypresses next to it. When the wind blows, it will make a deep and peaceful sound, as if it is a requiem to comfort the dead. The woman went straight to a tombstone, turned around, caressed the inscription gently with her bare hands, and said slowly, "My name is Gao Cuilian, and I was Zhu Ganglu's wife when I was alive." Xuanzang and Monkey King couldn't help shivering, They are not afraid of anything, but they are still a little timid in the face of supernatural events.Then they remembered that the fat man's real name was Zhu Ganglu.Gao Cuilian pointed with her sleeves: "Gang's past is hidden under this tombstone. I hope you can dig it out." "Zhu Gang's past?" Sun Wukong crossed his arms and sneered, "His past, with What are we doing?" "I've heard your performances——your music is the only way to save him." Gao Cuilian said, "Didn't you go to the west to find real music? Zhu Gangli will be your best Help." "But I think he lives very freely, there is no question of saving or not." Gao Cuilian smiled wryly, "If you had heard about his past, you wouldn't think so." Her posture was originally Very light, she simply sat on the tombstone, hugged her knees with her hands, and her dress was blown away by the night wind, revealing a section of her extremely fair calf. "Gang Li originally lived in another big city. He was an optimistic drummer. His drumming always brought joy and courage to everyone. In that year, he fell in love with a girl named Chang'e..." Speaking of this, Gao Cuilian's expression finally stopped being frosty, and she had a little human breath.The story is actually very old-fashioned. Chang'e was born in the upper class, but Zhu Gangli was just a low-level gangster. The combination of the two made the upper class furious.In order to break up the couple, they deliberately framed Zhu Gangli and threw him into prison. "When he was just released from the prison after serving his sentence, what awaited him was the sad news of Chang'e's death. From then on, he changed completely, becoming a person full of hatred and violence. He formed this death band with the inmates he knew in the prison. Wandering around Gaolaozhuang all day long, addicted to drugs and sex, and built four walls for himself with despair and depression." Monkey King asked: "What about you? Since he loves Chang'e, how did you become his wife? " Gao Cuilian smiled wryly: "I was the female lead singer of his former band, and I have liked him for a long time." Sun Wukong knew that there must be twists and turns in this, so he decided not to ask, and changed the question: "Then what can we do?" "Your Music!" Gao Cuilian's eyes lit up suddenly, "When you were playing just now, I saw that Gang Li's expression changed, and the lower half of his lips trembled slightly. I know him best. Every time he heard good music before, He always showed that expression, calling us together happily like a child. Since he got out of prison, he hasn't had such an expression until just now..." "I really don't know how else to put He has awakened, and you are his only hope." Gao Cuilian said. Sun Wukong was skeptical about this set of rhetoric, but Xuanzang was so moved that his nose burst into tears, and he said repeatedly: "Gang Li is so pitiful! Don't worry! We will definitely use music to drag him out of hell! Dig him out!" Is this tomb all right?" "Yes, this is the tomb he set up for Chang'e, and his past is buried in it." Sun Wukong glanced at Xuanzang helplessly. Too willful - but if it weren't for his nonsense, I'm afraid I would still be paying off the mortgage day after day in Wuzhishan. "Forget it, just let him be crazy once." Monkey King thought to himself. Xuanzang and Wukong found two tools from the SUV, and under the guidance of Gao Cuilian, they began to dig the grave.After digging down about three feet, they finally touched something solid.They thought it was a coffin or an urn, but when they dug it out, they found it was a rectangular light white aluminum box. There was a small lock hanging on the aluminum box. Gao Cuilian jumped down from the tombstone and motioned for them to unlock the lock.Monkey King broke the lock without any effort.Xuanzang couldn't wait to open the box and found a drum inside. "This...is the drum on the missing side of Zhu Gang's mane?" Xuanzang was the quickest to respond, raising his head and asking Gao Cuilian.Gao Cuilian nodded: "That drum set is exactly Chang'e's birthday present to Gang Li. At the beginning, she said she would use the money she earned to buy this gift, so she has been secretly working part-time and buying accessories here and there. On the day of my birthday, I just missed the last drum..." Xuanzang and Monkey King sighed together.Gao Cuilian continued: "In fact, Chang'e has already ordered this drum, but unfortunately, due to fate, she never had the chance to deliver it to Gang Lie. After Gang Li was released from prison, she only used this drum set and refused to renew it. He also refused to complete it, obviously out of nostalgia." Suddenly several beams of light hit the three of them.When Xuanzang and Wukong turned their heads, they were surprised to see Zhu Gangli and Shaseng staring at them holding flashlights.Zhu Ganglian was still holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, apparently to visit the grave. "What are you doing here?" Zhu Gangli asked aggressively, his flashlight swept the excavated soil around him, he was a little stunned, and then suddenly fell into a rage: "How dare you blaspheme Chang'e!" Xuan Zang hurriedly distinguished: "It's not us, it's your wife..." When he turned his head, Gao Cuilian was nowhere to be seen.Zhu Ganglian shook their eyes with a flashlight, gritted his teeth, and said: "It's good to choose this place, so as not to have to transport the corpses. Go!" A group of followers surrounded them with malicious intentions. What they held were no longer musical instruments, but murder weapon.The leader was Killing Monk, who still had the same indifferent expression and steady steps. "Killing Monk, don't forget your identity!" Sun Wukong suddenly shouted, this shout made Killing Monk stupid, and his footsteps slowed down for a moment.Taking advantage of his daze, Sun Wukong dragged Xuanzang and ran towards the SUV quickly. Fortunately, to save trouble, Xuanzang parked his car directly at the gate of the cemetery, not far from them.The two ran to the car, Sun Wukong opened the car door, and suddenly heard a rattling sound behind him, looking back, Xuanzang was still holding the middle drum dug from the grave, he couldn't help being anxious: "When will it be?" You still have that thing with you!" Xuanzang was also in a hurry: "I don't know why, but I brought it with me for no reason." Monkey King didn't have time to investigate, so he threw the drum into the back seat of the car, and ordered to start the engine quickly. The SUV let out an urgent roar, a cloud of exhaust gas spewed out from the exhaust pipe, and the wheels spun rapidly on the gravel road, turning around and running. Xuanzang and Sun Wukong hadn't breathed a sigh of relief when they suddenly heard a loud chug from behind the car.Sun Wukong looked back and saw dozens of large silver-gray motorcycles following closely behind, and the leader was Zhu Ganglian.He clenched the handle with both hands, and his eyes burned with fury that could burn everything.Killing Monk stands in the backseat, swinging a steel chain like a windmill, as if jumping from the motorcycle to the SUV whenever he gets the chance. These dozen or so motorcycles are all modified Turbo versions, and they run fast, not much slower than SUVs.The musicians on the motorcycle yelled like Indians besieging immigrant carriages. With its good performance, the SUV always took the lead, but the pig just clung to it and chased after it. The motorcycles split into joint attacks and kept taking shortcuts to rush to the front of the SUV.On several occasions, the chasing motorcycle successfully approached, and the rider on the vehicle threw the lit wine bottle over, and a ball of flames burst out on the roof of the SUV, creating a dangerous situation. From time to time, Monkey King observed the pursuers through the rearview mirror and gave Xuanzang instructions.In his experience, sooner or later this chase ends with the SUV winning.As long as you go on regular roads, the power of four-wheel drive is by no means what those two-wheeled machines can compete with, or simply rush into hilly areas or mountains, and the off-road performance of SUVs is also enough to get rid of motorcycles. Sun Wukong looked in the direction ahead and suddenly felt something was wrong. He took a closer look and couldn't help shouting: "Xuanzang! Where are you driving?" Logically they should try to drive to the outskirts of the city, but now The SUV is headed towards the city of Gaolaozhuang, the city with bright lights in the distance is gradually approaching, and the number of cars on the road is gradually increasing. "Damn, are you out of your mind?" Sun Wu was in a panic. Once entering the urban area, the SUV lost its speed advantage, and the motorcycle chasers were more familiar with the road than them, so they would be overtaken immediately.Unexpectedly, Xuanzang seemed to be possessed, and didn't answer at all, his hands clenched the steering wheel, and his teeth chattered.Sun Wukong found that he seemed to be possessed by something, so he made a decisive decision, leaned over, grabbed the steering wheel, and tried to turn around. A woman suddenly poked her head over from the back seat: "Keep driving, don't stop." "Gao Cuilian?" Sun Wukong no longer cared about how she got into the car, "What did you do to Xuanzang?" Gao Cuilian pleaded: " This is the last chance, please believe me." "You don't even say what you are, I really can't trust you!" Monkey King roared.Gao Cuilian stretched out her hand silently, as if a puff of smoke passed through the co-pilot's seat and Monkey King's body, ethereal and cold. "Sure enough, you are actually the dead Chang'e." Sun Wukong concluded coldly. "Yes, I'm just a lonely ghost now, surrounded by Gang Li, but I can't talk to him, and he can't see me. I can only watch him refuse to install the drum kit, and put his heart with that The drum in my face is deeply buried in the ground, sinking a little bit, but I can't do anything..." Gao Cuilian—maybe she should be called Chang'e, said bitterly, "But I found that in your music, I have the opportunity to condense into a human form ——You are the ones sent by heaven to save me and him, only by relying on you can I show my body and take out the middle drum; only by relying on you can I meet Gang Li again..." She sobbed softly Well, a woman's cry - even that of a female ghost - is quite difficult to deal with. "I'm dizzy, it seems that we have messed with something serious this time." Monkey King thought. At this time, the SUV had already broken into the urban area, leading a dozen followers with a strong murderous intent to rampage in Gao Laozhuang, and finally turned to the Yunzhan Bar.The rubber tires rubbed against the ground and made a sharp sound, the SUV drifted beautifully, and the whole car directly hit the entrance of the bar.Xuanzang seemed to be possessed by a demon, he turned around, picked up the middle drum and rushed in.Sun Wukong also jumped out of the car and followed behind, followed by Gao Cuilian like a shadow. They went in with their front feet, and Zhu Gangli and Sha Monk arrived behind them.A group of people got off the motorcycle and stood aggressively at the door, waiting for the boss to speak.The Yunzhan Bar is their own territory, and there are only two exits, the front and the back, one large and one small, and someone has already gone to the back door to ambush. Soon the bar door opened, and a group of drinkers and waiters ran out in panic.Killing Monk grabbed a question and found out that after Xuanzang and Monkey King broke into the bar just now, they drove everyone out with a murder weapon in their hands. Zhu Ganglian's killing intent was even stronger, he didn't know what the motives of these two brats were, but since they were seeking their own death, he couldn't blame him for being merciless. "Kill the monk." Zhu Ganglian shouted. Killing Monk raised his leg and rushed into the bar. As soon as he entered, a high-backed chair flew towards him.The entrance was too narrow, and he couldn't dodge it, so he had to raise his arms to block it.Hearing a "bang", Killing Monk's body was tilted slightly by the aluminum chair, and his arms were numb for a while.He gritted his teeth and continued to rush forward. "Oh, none of this can stop you." Monkey King stood in front of the bar and took a rest. Killing Monk shifted his gaze from Wukong to Xuanzang.Xuanzang was sitting in front of Zhu Gangli's beloved drum set, tinkering with something.He hurried to stop it, but was blocked by Monkey King. "I'm sorry, you can't go there now." Sun Wukong knew that if Xuanzang was not allowed to install the drum set, Gao Cuilian would not be able to appear in front of everyone, and the situation of the two living people would not be so good.He has to buy time. 杀僧二话不说挥拳就打，孙悟空也不示弱，迎敌而上。一个天才吉他手和一个冷静贝斯手的首次交锋，一时之间难分胜负。猪刚鬣此时也冲进了酒吧，他看到玄奘正在架子鼓前忙活，愤怒得无以复加。根本无视正在缠斗的杀僧与孙悟空，他大踏步走到舞台前。 玄奘正在满头大汗地要把那面中鼓装到架子鼓上，可惜这家伙除了唱歌，对其他的从不关心，一个很简单的安装，却费了半天工夫。 “你到底在做什么！”猪刚鬣快气疯了，他完全捉摸不到这两个怪人的心思。他一把抓住玄奘的头发，却发现玄奘是个光头。 玄奘抬头看看他：“我是在拯救你的灵魂，让你跟你的老婆相见。”“放屁！老子根本没结过婚！”猪刚鬣忍不住破口大骂。 “你不认识什么高翠莲？”听到这个名字，猪刚鬣的怒火霎时冻结住了：“你……你们怎么会知道这个名字？”玄奘一边跟螺栓较劲，一边回答：“一直暗恋你的乐队主唱嘛，还有你跟嫦娥的故事，我们都知道啦。”猪刚鬣的眼神里闪过一丝迷惑，随即他伸过手去喝道：“故弄玄虚！把我的鼓还来！”伸手要抓那面中鼓的边框。玄奘情急之下双手按在鼓面，大声喊道：“你就这么甘心这么过下去？！”猪刚鬣抓鼓的手微微一颤：“你在说什么鬼话！”“那你为何不把架子鼓装完？”玄奘突然像是换了一个人，“你以为让它永远残缺不全，把其中一部分偷偷埋在地下，就能弥补你对嫦娥的歉疚了？”“不关你事！”“怎么不关我事！”玄奘义愤填膺，“你将会是我的乐队里的鼓手，我不允许我的乐队里出现残缺不全的乐器。”他说完这句话，用力朝鼓边一捶，中鼓被彻底固定在架子上，一架完整的架子鼓出现在猪刚鬣面前。 “悟空！”玄奘叫道。 正在与杀僧纠缠的悟空听到呼喊，一脚把杀僧逼退，然后抄起背在背后的吉他弹起来。杀僧复又上前，这一次他占尽优势，把双手受到束缚的悟空打得节节败退。悟空一边躲闪，一边飞快地拨动琴弦。杀僧连连击打他的小腹与后背，悟空东倒西歪，嘴角已带着一丝血迹，但拨弄琴弦的手丝毫不乱。 玄奘拿起鼓槌，在架子鼓上猛烈敲击，唱了起来。猪刚鬣隔着鼓面瞪着他，不知为何，突然失去了冲过去揍他一顿的勇气。 这一次的《大闹天宫》和上一次的效果又有不同。鼓点的节奏加入，让整个乐质有了一个飞跃，使得震撼效果更上了一层楼。 猪刚鬣惊恐地发现，随着音乐声的响起，一个女人的形体逐渐在半空成形，渐渐看清是高翠莲的面孔，虽然线条依然很模糊，就像是一台画质不高的VCD机在播放着盗版光盘。 “嫦……嫦娥？”猪刚鬣呆在了原地，惊愕地张开大嘴。 “我还是更喜欢你叫我翠莲，刚鬣……”嫦娥的表情有些欢欣，又有些悲哀，“那是我真正属于这个乐队的名字，不是吗？”这时音乐忽然停住了，杀僧的攻击无比凌厉，把悟空打倒在地，吉他被甩到了一边。嫦娥的形体立刻开始慢慢消散，猪刚鬣猛然意识到嫦娥的出现一定与这音乐有关。他回过头去，气呼呼地骂道：“蠢材！给我住手！”杀僧听到老大的命令，只得停止了攻击，眼神里有些不解。悟空看了他一眼，把吉他捡起来，继续弹奏。嫦娥的形象终于又开始恢复清晰。 “对不起，是我让他们去挖开坟墓的。我只能用这种方式与你相见。”嫦娥漂浮在空中，仿佛随时可能被风吹散——尽管这是在室内。 “这是……”“没错，只有在这样的音乐中，我才能凝聚成形体。”猪刚鬣只盼能多看嫦娥几眼，他飞快地走到玄奘旁边，夺过鼓槌：“你去专心主唱，不要抢我的位置。”玄奘乖乖地走开了。 猪刚鬣不满地瞪了一眼呆立在原地的杀僧：“还愣什么！你的贝斯呢？”如梦初醒的杀僧打开旁边的柜子，取出自己的贝斯，站到猪刚鬣旁边。 猪刚鬣深吸一口气，把双眼闭上，回想着《大闹天宫》的节奏，双手握着鼓槌轻轻敲击鼓边。他已习惯了喧嚣与狂乱的开场，在震耳欲聋的大分贝噪音中麻醉自己，还需要一点时间来调整，以适应已有些陌生的合奏。 “距离上一次心平气和的演奏多久了？”他心里忽然想。 这一次，是《大闹天宫》的最终完全形态。猪刚鬣的鼓技与玄奘不可同日而语，他给整个乐队带来了无比的节奏感，增添了吉他和歌喉所不能创造的深沉韵味；而杀僧的贝斯则一如既往的冷静，他们两个人的加入，令整首曲子的声部趋于完美丰满。 这四个刚才还彼此仇视的人，此时却呈现出了无比的默契。 嫦娥的形体，在旋律声中逐渐凝聚、清晰，变得无比真实。 猪刚鬣一边打着架子鼓，一边凝望着半空中的嫦娥，泪水从墨镜边缘缓缓流出来，落到鼓面上化成一团水滴，随着节奏激颤。他与她四目相对，无须更多言语。曾被死亡与颓废肆虐过的灰烬中，一颗被泪水浇灌的绿芽正在冉冉抬头。 音乐的力量缭绕在四周，这不是仇恨的力量，也不是沉沦的麻木，这是单纯的意志。 在一瞬间，猪刚鬣感觉有阳光一缕缕投射下来，空气中充满了金黄色的颗粒，微蒙如那一日的夏日午后，少男少女在大树下慵懒地弹唱着……“翠莲，我明白了。”猪刚鬣喃喃道，“只要我一直演奏下去，便可以一直见到你。我们永远都会在一起，对吧？”半空中的嫦娥没有再多说什么，嫣然一笑，一如从前。一曲终了，四个人同时停止了动作，酒吧里重新回复了安静。嫦娥不知何时已经消失，可所有人都知道，她不会离开了，她的灵魂已经寄寓在旋律之中。玄奘、悟空与杀僧都望向猪刚鬣。猪刚鬣摘下墨镜，用袖子擦了擦有些发红的眼眶，努力让自己恢复阴狠的表情，可是却失败了。他的面部肌肉怎么揉搓都变不回刚硬，成了一个颇有喜感的肥胖子。 最终他放弃了，把鼓槌搁下，胳膊支在鼓面上，注视着玄奘：“你的SUV，装得下这个架子鼓么？”“没问题，但你是否能坐进去，倒是个问题。”玄奘坦然回答。猪刚鬣闪过一丝恼怒： “看在嫦娥的面子上，这次暂且放过你。下次再敢这么说，我就直接送你上西天。”孙悟空把重装吉他背到身后，忽然发现杀僧默默地转身，打算离去。他一把按住杀僧的肩膀：“去哪里？”“老大要走了，这里已经不需要我了。”杀僧淡然回答，语气里有几分萧索与落寞。 孙悟空道：“有一个问题，我一直想问你来着——你这家伙，以前到底是做杀手的，还是做贝斯手啊？”“都是。”杀僧低着头，只想快点离开。孙悟空忽然一甩手臂，杀僧以为他想报复刚才的几拳，闭上眼睛准备挨打，不料双臂一沉，发现那把重装吉落在手中。“把我的吉他扛到车里去。”孙悟空道：“以后你会多一重身份，帮我们搬设备。”杀僧还想分辨什么，孙悟空却已经走远。他愣了愣神，露出不太熟练的微笑，猛地把手高高扬起，在半空用力握了一下。远处的孙悟空仿佛背后长了眼睛，也在同时举起右臂，漫不经心地扬了扬。