Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!-Chapter 270 - 170: The Unreliable Spirit Mountain

Sun Wukong grinned and said, "Jie Dian, alright, since you really want to drink, we won’t stop you. Come on over."

Jie Dian laughed heartily, "That’s more like it..."

But after only a few steps, Jie Dian felt something was amiss. He was an extremely cunning and sly person, and the look in these guys’ eyes was sketchier than the next, definitely something fishy was brewing.

With this thought, he immediately slowed his pace.

However, Sun Wukong and the others couldn’t wait any longer.

Sun Wukong bellowed, "Attack!"

Leading the charge, with the Six-Eared Macaque covering the rear, Zhu Ganglie and Sha Wujing flanking from both sides, they pounced on Jie Dian from four different directions instantaneously.

Although Jie Dian was prepared, how could he stand a chance against this gang?

Immediately, Jie Dian was pinned to the ground and a flurry of kicks ensued...

Meanwhile, Tang Sanzang had put on his kasaya and stretched lazily with satisfaction, "That feels good..."

Behind him, sitting on the bed, Mrs. Di Yong, staring blankly, muttered, "That’s not right. I forced you, so why do you seem more content than I am? Shouldn’t you be sitting here crying?"

Tang Sanzang said, "Hey, don’t sweat these trivial details. Who forced who isn’t important; what matters is that we achieved our goal, right?"

Without thinking, Mrs. Di Yong nodded, "That makes sense, and also, after one time with you, not only have I stepped into the realm of a Golden Immortal, but I’ve even reached the state of great perfection, ready to advance further at any moment..."

Tang Sanzang said, "There you go, you got what you wanted, I got what I wanted, we owe nothing to each other, how great is that! The mountains will remain, the waters will keep flowing, let’s part here, goodbye!"

Saying so, Tang Sanzang was about to leave.

Mrs. Di Yong called out, "Wait, something still feels off... Why do I feel like I’ve fallen into a trap?"

Tang Sanzang looked up towards the endless pit above and said, "Girl, you haven’t fallen into any pit; isn’t this always the pit?"

Mrs. Di Yong was rendered speechless...

Tang Sanzang said, "It’s fine, I’m leaving now."

"Wait, one last question, are you really Tang Sanzang? I mean, the one reincarnated from Golden Cicada, the one going to the West to fetch the scriptures?" Even Mrs. Di Yong, slow as she was, felt something was off by now.

They say Tang Sanzang was the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada, a good man of ten lifetimes, a disciple of Mount Ling, but the one before her was clearly a lecher!

Aside from the kasaya and bald head, there was nothing monk-like about him.

Tang Sanzang looked back and said, "Don’t mind these useless details, I am just a monk, not Tang Sanzang... no wait, not even a monk, hmm... not a monk. But I really plan to travel to the West to fetch the scriptures, so I’m not completely deceiving you."

"You haven’t deceived me? You told me you were a frail monk, but... the strength you just used, nearly sent me crashing down to the underworld!" Mrs. Di Yong shouted.

Tang Sanzang said earnestly, "Really, I am just a frail monk, you must believe me. Now, I really must go, or else my disciples will start missing me."

Having said that, Tang Sanzang bowed slightly, then took a powerful leap!

Boom!

Like a rocket blasting off, or thunder striking from clear sky, the bald monk shot straight up into the heavens!

The blast of air sent Mrs. Di Yong tumbling over.

She sat on the ground, fuming, pointing upwards and cursing, "You call that the strength of someone who can’t even tie up a chicken? Your fart nearly killed me!"

...

Tang Sanzang jumped into the bottomless pit and saw several disciples gathered around something...

The Six-Eared Macaque shouted, "Master is back!"

The disciples quickly turned around, lined up, and bowed to Tang Sanzang, saying, "Greetings, Master!"

Tang Sanzang looked at them suspiciously, "What were you just doing?"

Sun Wukong said, "Master, it was nothing... Just a wild boar passing by that wouldn’t listen. We taught him a lesson, told him to follow the right path in the future, to be obedient, and not too straightforward."

The Six-Eared Macaque said, "Right, right, right, that pig has some familial ties with Second Senior Brother, so we all patiently instructed him, right, Second Senior Brother?"

Zhu Ganglie stared fiercely at him but still said, "Right, right, right... Master, it was getting late then. Seeing how refreshed you look, shall we hit the road?"

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Sha Wujing said, "Master, you know me, I..."

"What about you? You go lead the horse!" Sun Wukong and the others dared not let this eternal betrayer speak, in case he spilled the beans again. If Tang Sanzang found out they had beaten up the people sending the wine, who knows if that bald thief would end up drinking with Jie Dian, having a disciple hotpot.

Sha Wujing spread his hands helplessly and walked over to lead the horse.

Tang Sanzang was in a great mood now and wasn’t really interested in what the disciples had actually done.

Anyway, he just wanted to sing a song, hum a tune, and be happy...

Once on the white horse, the group continued westward.

Tang Sanzang said, "Disciples, you all say that there are killers on Mount Ling? I feel like they’re all unreliable folks."

"Master, why do you think they are unreliable?" the White Dragon Horse asked.

Tang Sanzang said, "Remember at Lion Camel Ridge, wasn’t there an Arhat who said he’d find good wine for me and share a big bird hotpot with me? But he’s been gone for so many days and hasn’t come back... That’s a bit underhanded.

I’m keeping the birds for him, yet he doesn’t come back to drink with me, stood me up!"

"Master, now that you mention it, I also think that Arhat is underhanded," Sun Wukong quickly agreed.

"Yes, underhanded, too underhanded! That’s not how things are done!"

"No one would do such a thing!"

"Right, right, right..."

The disciples echoed one after another.

As they walked far away, a monk with a head full of bumps crawled out of a large pit and cursed, "Is this what people do? I just wanted to drink some wine, was there a need to be so rough?"

...

Meanwhile, deep in the starry sky, several Garudas were whisking Tang Sanzang through the cosmos.

"You took so long to come, what were you doing before?" Tang Sanzang asked irritably.

One Garuda replied, "Looking for you... the cosmos is so vast, we had to search planet by planet."

Another Garuda said, "It’s because of Tang Sanzang’s disappearance, linked to his karma, that we couldn’t figure it out and had to use a crude method, tracing the direction of the Fist Power. This is actually fast, considering once a fellow fell into the cosmos, and we still haven’t found him. It’s been millions of years now..."

Tang Sanzang looked at them and said, "You didn’t really search, did you? Otherwise, how would you have time to follow me every day?"

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The Garudas suddenly blushed...

Tang Sanzang shrieked, "Tell the truth, you didn’t come to find me before this, did you?"