Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!-Chapter 282 - 182: Tang Seng, the Scapegoat

Tang Sanzang nodded vigorously, "Okay, this time I definitely won’t lose. I will go ahead of them and solve all the troubles first, so that they will encounter no difficulties!"

Having said that, Tang Sanzang strode meteorically into Yuhua City.

At this moment, the wailing Yellow Lion Spirit looked over.

"Damn, haven’t left yet?! I still have a chance!" The Yellow Lion Spirit shrugged his shoulders and shook his arms, "This time, I’m going to put in some effort!"

After speaking, the Yellow Lion Spirit blended into the crowd and approached the still clueless Tang Sanzang.

As Tang Sanzang walked, he inquired, "Excuse me, how do I get to the Lord’s mansion of Yuhua City?"

Just then, Tang Sanzang felt a murderous aura coming from behind!

At the same time, a voice transmitted telepathically, "Watch your back!"

Tang Sanzang suddenly turned around, only to see a hand chop coming down!

Bang!

The hand chop landed right on top of his bald head!

Tang Sanzang’s eyes bulged out, his pupils dilated, and he muttered, "Do I know you? Are you sick..."

Bang!

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Tang Sanzang’s head tilted as he fell to the ground.

The Yellow Lion Spirit, having successfully struck, didn’t care about the astonished looks around him and hoisted Tang Sanzang onto his shoulders and sprinted away.

Seeing this, a few protectors hurriedly chased after him shouting, "Wait a moment!"

On hearing this, the Yellow Lion Spirit abruptly turned around and roared, "You still want to ambush me? Take this!"

With one hand holding Tang Sanzang and the other wielding a weapon, the Yellow Lion Spirit clashed with the protectors.

However, the Yellow Lion Spirit’s combat ability was really weak. While fighting, the protectors called for help from the Four Heavenly Kings, and a group of deities soon appeared. No longer daring to fight single-handedly, the Yellow Lion Spirit threw Tang Sanzang aside and exchanged blows with the deities for a few rounds before he was pinned to the ground.

A protector scolded, "You foolish lion, still resisting?"

The Yellow Lion Spirit protested, "Am I resisting? You keep ambushing me. If I don’t resist, won’t I be knocked out by you again?"

The protectors were puzzled, "We ambushed you? When did we ambush you? Also, why did you strike a mortal so hard? If it weren’t for the Bodhisattva’s protection, you might have killed him!"

The Yellow Lion Spirit exclaimed in shock, "It wasn’t you who ambushed me? Then who was it?

As for hitting hard…

What could I do?

This bald guy’s neck is tough, like it’s cast from steel. I tried a few times before, and didn’t knock him out, so of course, I had to use more force!"

The protectors were once again baffled, "We just got here. You hit him for the first time, where are these ’several times’ coming from... could it be?!"

Suddenly, a few protectors realized something.

The Yellow Lion Spirit, no fool himself, also realized something. Thinking about his previous actions, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat, his whole body soaked with sweat as if he had just been pulled from the water.

Just then, a roving deity yelled, "Where’s Tang Sanzang?"

Everyone turned to look, and Tang Sanzang, who had been thrown aside just moments ago, was nowhere to be seen!

The group instantly became frantic; although Tang Sanzang was protected by a Bodhisattva, accidents could still happen!

The group quickly dispersed to search for Tang Sanzang.

Meanwhile, Tang Sanzang was almost crying!

Because someone had hung him up on a rooftop, and in front of him, a girl holding a whip was sitting imposingly, speaking unpleasantly, "You dead bald guy, dare to deceive me?!"

Tang Sanzang said, "Lady Bodhisattva, we’re meeting for the first time, when have I ever deceived you? I swear, I am wronged!"

"Wronged? Last night, when you were installing the stake, you didn’t seem wronged at all! Take this!"

Qian Huan swung her whip repeatedly!

Whack, whack, whack...

"Ah! Stop hitting, I don’t know you at all!"

"Kicked your pants off and now you don’t recognize anyone, is that it? Take this!"

"My name is Tang Sanzang, you really have the wrong person!"

"I am hitting Tang Sanzang!"

"No, you definitely got it wrong, I am Tang Sanzang!"

"The one I’m hitting is Tang Sanzang!"

Smack smack!

"I’m the reincarnation of Golden Cicada!"

"The one I’m hitting is the reincarnation of Golden Cicada!"

Smack smack smack!

"I... you definitely got the wrong person, there’s a guy who looks exactly like me, pretending to be me on the journey to the West!"

"Haha... keep making it up, it sounds quite plausible! Take this!"

Smack smack!

"I... #2@#$... Protector Kahlan!"

"Keep yelling, no one can save you today even if you scream your throat out..."

"I, don’t force this poor monk to make a move!" Tang Sanzang warned, looking fierce but feeling timid inside.

"Scare me? I know you’re powerful, but... you messed up my millennium-long plan, I’m putting my life on the line and fighting it out with you!"

Smack smack smack...

...

Clang!

The door was kicked open, a group of Protectors Kahlan rushed in, quickly surrounding and protecting Tang Sanzang.

Once everything was explained, everyone immediately understood what had happened.

Qian Huan, tears streaming down her face, stood by the window, looked up at the sky, and cursed, "Tang Sanzang, damn your ancestors!"

Tang Sanzang approached, "Could you change how you address me? It’s quite unpleasant to hear..."

"Get lost!"

Qian Huan kicked him with one swift move!

...

On the road to the West.

The White Dragon Horse, Sun Wukong, the Six-eared Macaque, Zhu Ganglie, Sha Wujing, and others were sitting together, eating hotpot and chatting leisurely.

"The master has been gone for so long, why hasn’t he returned? He didn’t really buy a brothel, did he?" Zhu Ganglie said.

"Impossible, I heard everything clearly, there’s no brothel in that city," said the Six-eared Macaque.

"Even if there was, a brothel that could be bought for a thousand taels of gold, I guess the master wouldn’t take a liking to it," said Sun Wukong.

While they were talking, the Six-eared Macaque stood up and said, "Master, he’s back."

Everyone turned their heads and saw Tang Sanzang jogging over like a thief, waving his hand urgently: "Let’s go, let’s go, hurry up!"

"Master, what’s the hurry?" Zhu Ganglie asked instinctively.

"So much nonsense? Hurry up!" Tang Sanzang jumped onto the White Dragon Horse and pointed westward, "Little White, run!"

"Master, there’s still meat in the pot," said the White Dragon Horse.

"Don’t eat it, hurry up!"

Tang Sanzang slapped the horse’s butt, and the White Dragon Horse, pained, sprinted away.

The disciples looked at each other...

"Did the master steal something?" Sun Wukong asked suspiciously.

"Don’t know, but by the looks of it, he definitely didn’t do anything good. Let’s hurry up, in case a creditor catches up soon, maybe the master will have to perform tricks to earn money and pay off debts again," said the Six-eared Macaque.

Hearing this, everyone got up quickly, gathered their things, and chased after him.

Thus, the master and disciples raced along the road, running incredibly fast.

Meanwhile, in the Western Sea, three rhino demons sat bored at the bottom, counting the schools of fish swimming above their heads.

Beside them, a monk sat, smiling and said, "Gentlemen, let’s go back."

King Bihan snorted, "Bodhisattva, we already know. That bald man who came along the road to the West is incredibly powerful, he even stewed the Golden Winged Great Peng. Are we going back? Not if we want to live long!"