The Six-Eared Macaque burst into laughter, pulling out a stick, "I have the ’Heartfelt Iron Staff Soldiers,’ versatile and myriad. It’s no worse than his."
"He can ride the clouds and moves fast."
"I’ve said it, there’s nothing in this world that the Six-Eared Macaque cannot understand, learn, or imitate. Cloud riding? Easy to grasp, nothing difficult."
Little Snake added, "He has Marshal Tian Peng, Zhu Ganglie, and Sha Wujing, the General of the Curtain, to help him."
The Six-Eared Macaque even less concerned, said, "Hahaha... Those fools are of little concern! I have my ways to keep them from interfering. Enough, Little Snake, don’t boost others’ prestige. Since I dared to co, I naturally have my plans."
Little Snake said, "Great King, I heard that baldy is not that simple."
The Six-Eared Macaque was even less concerned, "He truly isn’t simple; he’s the most deserving of a beating among all baldies I’ve seen! Once I’m Sun Wukong, I’ll be sure to knock his bald head full of bumps!"
Having said that, the Six-Eared Macaque jumped down from the great tree, confidently saying, "Alright, those who needed to hear have heard. Now it’s ti for to make a move."
The Six-Eared Macaque leaped up and disappeared into the woods.
Elsewhere.
Tang Sanzang, holding a stick, kept tapping Zhu Ganglie’s head while walking, "Make yourself look prettier, a bit smaller. Each of you looks so fierce and terrifying; don’t scare the female demons away!"
Zhu Ganglie, looking miserable with his height already reduced to 1.3 ters, said in a whiny voice, "Master, am I still fierce and terrifying like this?"
Tang Sanzang replied matter-of-factly, "Shrink down to one ter, all three brothers at a ter tall. Hmm... make your face a bit prettier and more delicate too. Wukong, put away those fangs! Be more like Wujing, look at his self-awareness."
Sun Wukong and Sha Wujing looked at Sha Wujing beside them, with his blocky face, wide mouth, thick lips, bushy brows, small eyes, and black skin, looking poor and ugly no matter how one saw it, then at themselves with their bright, starry eyes and pale skin. They couldn’t understand how they were not better looking than Wujing!
Sha Wujing coughed dryly, reminding, "You can’t look better than Master."
Both nodded in sudden realization, swiftly transforming into grotesque figures.
Indeed, Tang Sanzang smiled satisfactorily, "That’s right... Amitabha, indeed, it’s still the monk here who’s the most handso."
Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, "@#￥..."
And so, a group of seemingly delicate monks staggered their way towards the Western Heaven.
Just then, a burly man suddenly jumped out from the roadside. He was muscular, carrying a large knife, and his face covered with a scruffy beard looked fierce and tough, a classic bandit at first glance.
The mont the burly man appeared, he exerted all his strength to show his most ferocious face, not even lifting his head as he bellowed, "This road was made by , this tree was planted by , to pass through here you must… Ah"
He suddenly looked up, about to finish his sentence, only to find the folk before him had vanished!
"Where are they?"
The man was a bit flustered; this was not how his usual robbery went.
Furious, the man turned sharply, only to see the monks had already moved behind him. The bald one on a white horse, cracking sunflower seeds, asked the shorter disciple, "Was there just a big black rat that jumped out?"
That disciple, looking like a hairless monkey, replied, "Master, didn’t you see?"
The bald one shook his head, "I was scooping out seeds just now, wasn’t paying attention, just heard soone shout."
Hearing this, the man muttered under his breath, "Big black rat… Dammit, he actually took for a rat… Unbearable, a bunch of weaklings, you’ll pay a price!"
The burly man roared and chased after them, turning around and stretching out his arms in front of the white horse, just about to shout, "Damn it!"
Just then, a huge hoof landed directly on his face, and then he was trampled to the ground…
When he got up and looked back, he still saw the shiny white horse’s butt and its glossy nape.
The bald man riding the horse continued, "Little White, you seem to have stepped on soone."
The White Dragon Horse nonchalantly replied, "So what if I stepped on him, I didn’t kill him. You know, I was watching two birds getting cozy just now and wasn’t paying attention... Master, are you sure I stepped on a person, not a big black rat?"
The bald man thought for a mont and said, "Uh... not sure, let’s just keep going."
Familiar silhouette, familiar scent, familiar fury!
"Stop, you all stop!" the burly man bellowed, "Co out, everyone, and block them for !"
At his shout, more than twenty people rushed out from the woods, so burly, so scrawny, but all uniformly ard and bearing fierce expressions, clearly up to no good.
Tang Sanzang and his companions finally halted...
Sun Wukong said, "Master, it looks like we’ve been surrounded."
As soon as he finished speaking, a beefy man caught up and blocked their path.
Before the man could speak, the monks were already staring intently at his face, motionless.
Feeling unnerved by their gaze, the man angrily demanded, "What are you looking at?"
Tang Sanzang patted the White Dragon Horse’s head and said, "Little White, is this your relative? He’s got a birthmark just like your hoof print on his face. Tell , is he your big cousin?" Read exclusive adventures at .Côm
The White Dragon Horse gave the man a disdainful look, as if to say, he’s not worthy!
The man was thoroughly enraged, yelling about being called a horse, a beast was one thing, but to be looked down upon by the beast was another!
Furious, the man raised his sword and shouted at Tang Sanzang, "Monk, you’ve really upset ! Today, I’m not only going to rob you, but also... hey, hey, stop… stop... stop it, damn it!"
Before he could finish, the bald man tilted his head, showing impatience as he patted the horse’s head, and then a big hoof once more landed on the man’s face.
The monks continued on their way.
The bald man, cracking sunflower seeds, remarked, "He’s not a monster, ugly as hell, and blabbering nonsense..."
Enraged, the man got up and pointing at the bald man’s nape, shouted, "You bald freak, you’ve angered now!"
The mont he uttered the words "you bald freak," the white horse stopped, and the three short, ugly disciples also ca to a halt, the scene as if frozen in ti.
Then the bald man slowly turned his head around, his silly face wearing a nacing grin, "Do you want to die?"
Seeing that horrifying face, the man felt a chill...
He swallowed, muttering, "I... this..."
Then he glanced at the bald man, again at his three frail disciples, and then at his own burly figure and the steel knife in his hand, along with his twenty-plus henchn, suddenly his courage surged, pointing at Tang Sanzang he shouted, "You bald freak, who are you trying to scare? Brothers, get him, kill him and let’s split the loot!"
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