Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Hearing these words, Zhu Ganglie, who was all smiles just a moment ago, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, wailing in his heart, "Master, this isn't what I meant for you to think about!"

At the same time, Zhu Ganglie kept piling rice into Tang Sanzang's bowl, saying, "Master, please eat more, the more you eat, the better you'll be at thinking."

Obviously, he was worried Tang Sanzang still had room in his stomach and would demand a full pig banquet after learning the truth. Enjoy more content from empire

No sooner had his words fallen than Sha Wujing suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Master, I have to report this, it was the Second Brother who said it!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ganglie turned around with an angry glare, ready to fling a bucket of dirty water back, but then he saw Sha Wujing holding up a shadow imprint stone, saying, "I've recorded it all inside, I told you at the time not to trick Master, but he insisted that eating your flesh could grant immortality and 'why let outside fields be irrigated with our own water?' Master, I have nothing to do with this, I am your loyal and devoted servant! Master, Second Brother has run away!"

In front of the fire, Tang Sanzang's expression gradually turned fierce and, with a tilt of his head, he bared his teeth in a sinister smile, "Run? Wujing, today your master will not feast on the entire pig!"

Zhu Ganglie instinctively looked back and asked, "Then what will you eat?"

Tang Sanzang opened his mouth wide, "I want to eat 'Pork Killing Vegetable'!"

Boom!

A wave of Fist Power swept across the mountaintop!

A pig soared into the sky, cursing loudly, "Sha the Third, you backstabber! Just you wait, I will be back!"

After the commotion, the group eventually hit the road again.

This time, Sha Wujing was shouldering the luggage and leading the horse, which carried a bald man on its back, with a rope tied around the horse's rear. Attached to the rope was a three-meter-tall pig with what seemed like a broken hind leg.

The bald man fiddled with a shadow imprint stone in his hands. The stone could record all images and sounds over a period, akin to modern-day video recording. At this moment, the stone was playing back the content—namely the part where Zhu Ganglie was coaxing the yellow-robed monster.

The balder he listened, the shinier his eyes got, while the more Zhu Ganglie listened, the more he felt his hair stand on end, fearing that his other leg might break, too.

Just then, Tang Sanzang stroked his chin, muttering, "Eating a piece of Tang Sanzang's flesh grants eternal life? Hm…"

Zhu Ganglie shivered and quickly exclaimed, "Master, I was just talking nonsense at the time, please don't take it seriously."

Tang Sanzang glanced at Zhu Ganglie, then asked, "Is immortality really that important to a demon?"

Zhu Ganglie scratched his head and replied, "Uh... Master, there are no years in cultivation, but every living being has its lifespan capped. Even if one becomes an Immortal, though they claim to live forever, their lifespan is actually limited. Without becoming a Daluo Golden Immortal, one will eventually face the five declines of heaven and man.

However, those powerful immortals with strong backgrounds or good fortune have spiritual roots and miraculous medicines to prolong their lives, so they can keep on living.

As for those mountain spirits and wild monsters, they lack backing and inheritance; the good natural treasures already have owners, and they have to fight for the rest, often wasting the spiritual medicine's potency due to their lack of alchemy knowledge. So these fellows are basically hovering at death's door.

Having pills today, they hop around—"today's pill keeps them alive; tomorrow without, they die"—this is the norm.

Moreover, even if they have spirit pills for longevity, what about the people around them?

That yellow-robed monster seems to be able to live a long time, but he has a wife who's a mortal. He wants to enjoy life together, so naturally, immortality is fatally attractive to him."

At this point, Tang Sanzang's eyes began to shine, and he then grinned, "I see!"

Seeing Tang Sanzang's expression, Zhu Ganglie and Sha Wujing understood—the baldie was surely up to his old tricks again.

Smack!

Tang Sanzang slapped his palms together in front of his chest and said with a happy smile, "Wujing, Wufan, find a way to spread the word that a bite of Tang Sanzang's flesh grants eternal life. Otherwise, it's just too hard to find a demon along the way... even getting a decent meal is a struggle."

Sha Wujing and Zhu Ganglie: "@#￥..."

Meanwhile, on the road to the Western Heaven.

Tang Sanzang was trudging along when suddenly a red cloud skimmed by in the sky...n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

That red cloud paused noticeably as it passed overhead, then sped up in a frantic rush. Master Guyue on the red cloud wiped sweat from her brow and muttered, "Lucky I moved fast, or that baldie would've caught me again..."

Master Guyue subconsciously rubbed her face, feeling it still ached.

After a while, Master Guyue looked back in confusion.

This monk wasn't riding a white horse, nor were Zhu Ganglie and Sha Wujing following him. He was alone, carrying a load and sweating profusely, huffing and puffing. He didn't look strong at all.

"Could there be two Tang Sanzangs that look alike? Is this one the scripture-seeking monk?" Master Guyue frowned, her suspicions aroused but reluctant to approach rashly. After all, the lesson from last time was deeply ingrained. Importantly, Tang Sanzang, that deceiving baldie, was obviously a scammer, and she feared this guise was another of his traps to fool her.

Just then, Master Guyue looked up to see several figures following the monk from the sky. Squinting, her lips curled into a smile, "Protectors of Buddhism Garana? It must be right then, this one must be the true scripture-seeking monk!"

With that thought, a cold light flashed in Master Guyue's eyes, and she bared a ferocious grin, "It's all your fault, you damned monk. If you hadn't looked so much like him, I wouldn't have underestimated him and ended up beaten black and blue!"

Once Master Guyue confirmed his identity, she didn't hesitate, flinging her hand, amassing rolling vital energy, transforming it into a mini-sun before hurling it down at Tang Sanzang, "Die, monk!"

The attack came too fast; the protectors Garana in the sky couldn't even react before the sun-like entity had already fallen.

In fact, even if they could react, they wouldn't be able to stop it—the gap in strength was too vast.

Boom!

A loud explosion, flames reaching the sky, and amidst the fierce blast, a Buddhist chant resounded, "Amitabha, who dares to act so recklessly!"

With a roar, a Horse-Face Kinnara burst forth from the flames.

Upon seeing this figure, Master Guyue gasped, "The wrathful visage of Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Horse-Faced Guanyin?!"

As she cried out, she turned and fled, not glancing back even once.

It wasn't that Master Guyue was scared of Guanyin Bodhisattva, but she knew she had come looking to vent her anger using Tang Sanzang as a scapegoat without any justification. Besides, Mount Meru was well-known for protecting its own, and if Guanyin Bodhisattva recognized her true identity, she'd be in a world of trouble later on.

So, it was a sure-kill strike for her, hit or miss, she'd make her exit.

The Horse-Faced Guanyin wasn't the true enraged form of Guanyin; it was just an avatar protecting Tang Sanzang. When the strike missed, the Horse-Faced Guanyin retracted back.

As the flames subsided, Tang Sanzang sat on the ground, his complexion pale as paper, looking up excitedly at the descending protectors Garana and asked, "Did... did I just pass through a tribulation?"