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    Tang Sanzang, with a blackened face, said, "What ''neck-posting skill''? You just hit me! I told you, I''m not old Tan, not old Tan! If you can''t recognize me, look at the clothes to tell, okay?"

    The Yellow Lion Spirit, with a face full of astonishment, said, "Ah? I... I got it wrong again?

    I''m so sorry, truly sorry, really sorry.

    It''s just that I''m used to identifying bald heads, this... this has gotten...

    My apologies, deep apologies..."

    "Go, go, go, hurry up and go!" Tang Sanzang impatiently shooed away the Yellow Lion Spirit and then continued to delightfully gaze at the beauties around him.

    The Yellow Lion Spirit was puzzled, stroking his chin, muttering to himself, "That''s not right... With the force of my blow just now, even an elephant should have gone down. That guy''s neck... it''s like it was cast from steel..."

    Suddenly, the Yellow Lion Spirit had an epiphany, slapping his hand, "I got it!"

    The Yellow Lion Spirit intelligently analyzed, "Originally, Tang Sanzang was an ordinary Monk, which is why Mount Meru arranged for Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, and others to escort him all the way, even providing him a White Dragon Horse as transportation. But now, this Tang Sanzang, having lost these protectors and without a horse to guide him, had to rely solely on himself to get here.

    If he could make it here on his own, he must have started cultivating.

    Otherwise, there''s no way he could have come this far alone!

    It seems I''ve underestimated his strength..."

    With this in mind, the Yellow Lion Spirit touched his own hand, "This time, I need to get serious!"

    After speaking, the Yellow Lion Spirit once again mingled into the crowd, reaching for that shiny bald head...

    Meanwhile, Tang Sanzang also could no longer restrain his restless little schemes. Seeing a beauty, he immediately approached her, about to strike up a conversation.

    Instead, the woman greeted him respectfully, "Great Master, happy holiday."

    Her eyes were full of respect, without a hint of impure thoughts.

    In the face of such a woman, Tang Sanzang also felt a bit reluctant to proceed.

    Tang Sanzang looked at his Kasaya, then touched his bald head, smacking his lips, "Damn it, this monk outfit is a bit of a hindrance to business! Time to change!"

    Tang Sanzang looked around, and, when no one was paying attention, he sneakily stole a piece of clothing and found an alley to change into it.

    Looking at the robe on his body, he smiled with a grin, "This time, it should work... hehe."

    Having changed into new clothes, Tang Sanzang confidently blended into the crowd, beginning to look for targets to chat up.

    "The despicable sneak attacker, if I catch you, I won''t let you live!"

    After his rant, Yellow Lion Spirit stood up, looked towards Yuhua City, leapt into the air, and bellowed, "Tang Sanzang, I''m back again!"

    "Hey, sis, where are you off to?"

    On the street, a bald man in a long robe sidled up to a girl buying rouge, with a sleazy smile on his face.

    The girl first froze, then let out a scream, "Pervert!"

    She turned and ran.

    Tang Sanzang wasn''t disappointed, he simply turned to the next target.

    "Beauty, walking''s so tiring, want me to carry you?" Tang Sanzang said to a girl who kept complaining about being tired.

    The girl''s face flushed red and she cursed, "Stinking pervert!"

    Then she ran off as well.

    Tang Sanzang commented unhappily, "Running off so fast and then complaining about being too tired to walk, liar! Big liar!"

    "What should I eat?"

    A beauty muttered to herself while looking at the surrounding restaurants, seeking something to eat.

    Tang Sanzang''s eyes lit up, and he quickly approached her, "Beauty, on such a lovely day, let me treat you to..." Tang Sanzang felt his pockets, then remembered he had left all his money with Sha Wujing, and quickly changed tack, "Um... how about you treat me to dinner?"

    The beauty rolled her eyes, "In all my life, you''re the most shameless person I''ve met."

    Then, she walked away.

    Tang Sanzang said discontentedly, "If you don''t want to treat me, that''s fine, but why insult me?"

    Upon hearing this, the beauty stopped, turned back to look at him and said, "Insult you? Others may only covet my body, but you, you even covet my money. Tell me, shouldn''t I insult you?"

    Tang Sanzang shamelessly moved closer, "You could covet my body too, a little give and take, doesn''t it even out?"

    "Get lost!"

    The beauty cursed outright.

    Tang Sanzang didn''t get angry, but looked dumbly at the girl in front of him who stood at 1.75 meters tall, boasted a pair of long legs, and was furiously cursing at him.

    Her cursing vocabulary was quite limited, repeating the same few phrases over and over, "You filthy lecher, you filthy wolf, go away! You bloody baldy..."

    Tang Sanzang just stood there, watching, listening, as if he was enjoying every moment.