Chapter 1208: Chapter 696_2

There’s no other way. After returning from the Great Qin Heavenly Prison, not only did Old Xi tell him that the Western Journey Tribulation was fully underway, but Emperor Shi also urged him to head west.

More shameless was the Bodhisattva Guanyin, who would drag him into the Dream Space every few days, where they would talk intimately about scriptures and philosophy. If someone who didn’t know them saw this, they might think the two were engaging in some kind of dreamscape romance!

Of course, in the Dream Space, Chen Sanzang was brainwashed by the Bodhisattva Guanyin repeatedly.

If it weren’t for Old Xi’s strong support, Chen Sanzang felt he would have surely been transformed into a fool by the people of the Buddhist Sect!

“Damn it, if I didn’t know that the Bodhisattva Guanyin was originally Ci Hang Daoist, a man turned into a woman—commonly called a transvestite—I would’ve dealt with him already!”

After explaining things to his wives and children, Chen Sanzang took out all the treasures he had acquired over the years and handed them over to his numerous wives, instructing them to take good care of the family business. Then, he packed his bags and walked out of the mansion.

His first stop, naturally, was to rescue Little Kongkong.

How could he establish his own Buddhist-themed gang without any muscle?

Isn’t Little Kongkong a rare and powerful fighter?

As his number one henchman, he was worth cultivating. Chen Sanzang believed that after he trained him, knocking a bump on the Tathagata’s head would be no problem!

“Step by step, slowly crossing mountains and rivers. By the way, wasn’t I supposed to get a white horse?”

Leisurely walking out of the Great Qin Capital of Xianyang City, Chen Sanzang suddenly realized he had no horse.

Chen Sanzang walked out of the Great Qin Capital, grumbling.

It’s no wonder he was complaining. Without the standard white horse for Tang Monk, how would he coax out the Little White Dragon from the Yingchou River?

No White Dragon Horse—did he really have to walk to the Western Heaven step by step?

He was a majestic Taiyin Golden Immortal; at most, he could fly for a few days and nights to reach Da Leiyin Temple and complete the scripture-fetching mission. Did he really need to walk foolishly?

Or perhaps ride a monkey or a pig to the Western Heaven?

Just thinking about riding Little Kongkong or Little Pig sent shivers down Chen Sanzang’s spine—how unbecoming it would be.

With countless Immortals and Buddhas in heaven and earth, never has anyone’s mount been a monkey or a pig!

“There might not be a White Dragon Horse, but you could temporarily get a mount. San Zang, do you think a pig or a fish monster would make a better mount?”

Old Xi’s voice carried a teasing tone.

“Why is there no White Dragon Horse? How can such a handsome White Dragon Horse be absent? Without the Tang Monk on the white horse, how am I supposed to charm those female demons?”

Chen Sanzang was very dissatisfied. Although the one riding the white horse might not necessarily be a prince, if he’s riding it, he is indeed Tang Sanzang!

“Because the Ancestral Dragon is on our side too, so on this Western Journey, although the Little White Dragon will still join, it won’t become a mount.”

Zhu Ganglie is with Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad, Sha Wujing with the Jade Emperor; making them mounts is quite a viable choice, isn’t it?

Who said Tang Sanzang had to take them as disciples, right?

“Have you ever seen a deity’s mount being a pig or a fish? Wouldn’t that make you a laughingstock? Does face not matter to me?”

Chen Sanzang retorted in anger.

“You could choose a different mount. For instance, if you fancy a female demon, you could make her show her true form and carry you daily, right? Ride during the day for travel and also at night for muscle relaxation, isn’t it?”

Old Xi chuckled mischievously, offering dubious advice.

“It’s not impossible, especially considering the Jade-faced Fox; just need to watch out for Old Niu, quite a threat, huh.”

Chen Sanzang was quickly led astray by the system.

“With some planning, the Jade-faced Fox could indeed be a mount. But aren’t the seven little spiders even better? Riding a different one each day, wouldn’t that be more delightful?”

“That’s doable. I’ve heard the seven little spiders have no background, so wooing them into becoming mounts has potential.”

Chen Sanzang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, already picturing the scene in his mind.

As for the Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit behind the seven little spiders, what’s that all about?

Just a little demon king in the Taiyi Realm; transcending it would be easy, and its corpse could even be used for brewing wine, right?

Seeing Chen Sanzang drooling, Old Xi chuckled, plotting an even more powerful scene.

Just then, a small tiger jumped out from a nearby bush. Before it could roar, Chen Sanzang leapt onto its back.

“A mere little demon can serve as a temporary mount!”

In the original Journey to the West, Tang Seng just reached the Great Tang Border when he was met by a fierce tiger.

The two servants given by the Tang Emperor were eaten by this Little Tiger Demon, but Tang Seng was saved by a hunter.

But this hunter wasn’t truly virtuous; rather, he was a Heavenly Immortal disguised, sent down to share the karmic merit.

Nowadays, within the Great Qin Empire, wild little demons mostly minded their own business, staying quietly in their areas, never attacking humans.

So, this sudden appearance of a little tiger was surely someone’s deliberate arrangement.

Thus Chen Sanzang showed no mercy, sitting right on the little tiger’s back and unapologetically smacking it on the back of the head.

The smack wasn’t light; it made the Little Tiger Demon see stars and sway before it finally regained its footing.

The little tiger was perceptive, realizing the person on its back was someone of significant skills and divine power, and so it obediently stood still, whimpering softly as if expressing its grievance.

“Hey, feeling wronged? This poor monk is a learned monk. Behave as a mount for a while, or I’ll transcend you!”

Chen Sanzang tapped the Little Tiger Demon on the head, then waved a palm at a large tree not far away, sending out a fierce gust of wind.

As the windstorm howled, sand and stones flew everywhere.

After the storm passed, the large tree was snapped in half, its branches and leaves scattered everywhere.

The little tiger shivered with fear, its ears drooping and eyeing the person on its back, recognizing him as someone with great power and skill. It stood still obediently, even whining softly, appearing pitifully wronged.

“Hey, ticked you off, did I? This poor monk is a learned monk. Be a good mount for a while, or else!”

He gave a gentle pat on the little tiger’s behind, and the frightened Little Tiger Demon started to walk gingerly forward, showing no sign of a bump as it moved, making Chen Sanzang feel no movement at all.

“Ah, you can be taught, Little Tiger. Let’s go.”

Gently tapping the little tiger on the rear, the startled little demon started moving cautiously forward, its steps so light that there was no jolt felt by Chen Sanzang, lying comfortably on the broad tiger’s back, with his baggage hung over the tiger’s tail.

“What do you sense around here, Old Xi?”

Inside the Sea of Consciousness, Chen Sanzang queried the system with a serious expression.

“How can there be no abnormalities? You just left the Great Qin Capital, and this is already happening. I don’t know which idiot set this up, foolish!”

Old Xi complained as he turned the recently captured abnormalities into a video for Chen Sanzang to watch.

In the high sky, a figure hiding among the clouds was dumbfounded, watching the leisurely little tiger carrying Chen Sanzang forward.

Chen Sanzang’s face twitched.

He really didn’t expect that Erlang God would do something so foolish.

“I mean, did Erlang God really do something to anger someone? Didn’t anyone tell him this humble monk is cultivating?”

After all, he had become a Taiyin Golden Immortal and his gap with Erlang God wasn’t that huge. Didn’t this guy investigate beforehand?

After all, Erlang God is not much different in realm than the Taiyin Golden Immortal. Didn’t this guy check beforehand?

“Good thing he’s on our side. Normally, the West Sea Dragon Third Princess, who wants him to carry on the bloodline and have children, doesn’t even allow him to leave the Guan River Mouth.

I guess he got too exhausted, sneaked out from his place, heard about the Western Journey Tribulation, and wanted to share in a bit of merit, aiming to strengthen two iron kidneys, but he rashly came here.”

Old Xi didn’t hesitate to gossip about these Heavenly Immortals and Buddha heads, amusing himself while keeping up with Chen Sanzang’s journey.