Chapter 206: The Death of Xuanzang, the Breaking Up of the Group

Journey to the West World.

Guanyin Chanyuan after the fire.

Xiaobailong woke up in the meditation room, looked at the empty room, felt completely bewildered, and couldn't help but scratch his head.

Where is Master, where is Eldest Senior Brother, where is Second Senior Brother?

Where are the people, where has everyone gone!

He hurriedly got up, preparing to push open the door, only to find the entire door frame and the roof beams collapsing with a boom.

A cloud of dust and smoke swallowed him up!

After a cool breeze blew by, Xiaobailong, his face covered in dust, looked at the deserted, ruined monastery, and the entire Dragon felt terrible!

Although this Guanyin Chanyuan was deep in the mountains, it usually had no shortage of incense and could be considered a decent temple.

How could everyone be gone in the span of a single night?

Where did the abbot, Buse, and Bupo go?

"Master!"

Xiaobailong let out a roar, and the already dilapidated Guanyin Chanyuan collapsed completely.

The birds and beasts in the forest, cowed by the dragon's might, scattered in all directions.

Red light flashed in Xiaobailong's pupils, his muscles swelled by a third, and he smashed a fist into the ground; then, straining to pull outward, he dragged out a little old man made of stone and wood.

This was the Earth Deity near Guanyin Chanyuan.

"Ouch, Dragon Prince, this old man's waist cannot withstand your tossing."

The Earth Deity waved his short arms, his face full of despair.

Although the Earth Deity was a divine office appointed by the Heavenly Court, it was far inferior to the status of the Dragon Prince.

"Earth Deity, I ask you, what happened last night, and where is my Master?" Xiaobailong asked.

The Earth Deity was already short, and he looked up at Xiaobailong, who stood like an iron tower under the sun.

Those fierce and terrifying muscles twitched, releasing the pressure belonging to the Dragon Clan, making his entire Primordial Spirit tremble uncontrollably.

The Earth Deity had seen everything that happened last night, and without hiding anything, he told it all directly.

After listening, a fierce look appeared on Xiaobailong's handsome face, and he said:

"These mortals actually wanted to harm Master; they are truly courting death."

"Dragon Prince, this old man can go now, right?" the Earth Deity trembled, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Go, go." Xiaobailong did not make things difficult for the Earth Deity.

Hearing this, the Earth Deity immediately used an Escape Technique to enter the soil and disappeared.

There was no help for it; Xiaobailong, this Great Muscle Tyrant, was too terrifying.

He was just a small local Earth Deity; if Xiaobailong did something unspeakable to him, who would he go to for justice?

"Black Wind Mountain, Heifengdong!"

Xiaobailong jumped and disappeared into the air, transforming into a Dragon to soar through the nine heavens.

Heifengdong.

At this moment, however, a strange change had occurred.

Xuanzang, who had been meditating, had remained motionless, attracting the attention of Sun Wukong, Bajie, and Heixiong.

"Master, Master?"

Sun Wukong called out tentatively a few times, but Xuanzang did not answer, remaining with his eyes closed, his breathing even imperceptible.

Bajie placed his hand under Xuanzang's nostrils and near his heart, his eyes blank, and he muttered:

"Monkey, Master has no breath, no heartbeat; he has entered Nirvana!"

"Oh my, Master, how could you just leave like this, dying in the prime of your life!"

Bajie's tears came as soon as he spoke, and he wailed loudly.

"?"

A question mark appeared on Heixiong's face.

Was he now without a master?

Sun Wukong scratched the back of his hand, his expression irritable.

Bajie could see it, so how could he not, and he said loudly:

"What are you crying for? Master is a Saint by birth, with ten lifetimes of Merit upon him.

How could he suddenly enter Nirvana? You fool, don't talk nonsense. Perhaps he is just wandering in spirit, his soul having left his body."

"Even if he is wandering in spirit, how could there be no heartbeat? Monkey, you also practice Taoism, don't lie to yourself."

"Forget it, forget it, let's all go our separate ways; Master is gone, let's hurry and bury him." Bajie proposed breaking up the group.

"If you dead pig keep spouting nonsense, I, Old Sun, will smash your pig head with one blow.

Not to mention anything else, Master's cultivation realm was only a step away from advancing to Great Luo Immortal. How could a Golden Immortal just die like that?" Sun Wukong said.

"Monkey, let me tell you a secret in private. The Scripture Seeker determined by the Heavenly Court and Buddhism was not supposed to have any cultivation. Master having cultivation makes him a variable; variables affect the Journey to the West, and they will..."

Bajie secretly made a throat-slitting gesture.

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, also startled, and said:

"Fool, how do you know?"

"Don't forget, my previous incarnation was Fleet Admiral Tianpeng; I know a bit of the inside story.

Although Master's magic power is profound, compared to the true big shots behind the scenes of the Three Realms, the gap is still not small," Zhu Bajie said.

"Master saved my life; even if I have to go to the Underworld, I will fish Master out," Sun Wukong said.

"Houzi, have you gone mad? Do you want to be pinned down for another five hundred or five thousand years? Master is one of 'them' from above; at worst, he'll just be sent back to the furnace to be remade. But you? You're just a demon monkey, don't be a fool."

"We've been fellow disciples, and I don't want to see you go astray again," Zhu Bajie advised.

"Heh, what I, Old Sun, seek in all I do is for my thoughts to be clear and unhindered—that was true before, and it's still true now! Whoever dares to stop me, I, Old Sun, will fight them to the end," Sun Wukong said firmly.

Zhu Bajie was exasperated and cursed, "Bimawen, have you forgotten the lesson from five hundred years ago? You, a mere monkey, cannot fight them. Look at me—a dignified Fleet Admiral, and even I ended up like this!"

"Enough said, let's disband, let's disband!"

Sun Wukong was furious, but he had nowhere to vent his anger.

"Are we really disbanding?" Heixiong asked blankly, his pitch-black bear face looking somewhat dejected.

"Heixiong, take my advice. You are just a minor demon of the lower realm; you have no background and no power. Do not follow the monkey and act recklessly, or your thousand years of Taoism will have been cultivated in vain," Zhu Bajie advised.

"Bajie, the time we've spent as fellow disciples is still short, but do you really not want to save Master at all?" Sun Wukong asked.

"I want to, Houzi. But I, Old Zhu, don't have the strength. What can this pig body of mine do? It's good enough that I can just survive," Zhu Bajie said.

Although he spoke of disbanding, Zhu Bajie just sat where he was without moving.

It was too sudden; it had only just begun, and Master was already gone?

How was he supposed to continue his undercover mission?

Laojun had promised him that once the undercover mission was complete, he would be granted a Nine-Turn Golden Elixir to reshape his body into a human form, with innate talent and bone structure far superior to before, and perhaps even a chance to glimpse the realm of the Great Luo.

Now, it was gone—everything was gone.

……

Meanwhile, Xuanzang, who had been browsing the group chat, was also stunned after his consciousness returned.

It was pitch black all around, and there were two black and white ghosts shackling him?

Wasn't he in Heifengdong? Where was he now!

"Brother Hei, didn't they say this Holy Monk possessed great magical power? How is it that capturing his soul was so easy?"

The ghost Bai Wuchang, wearing white silk, asked in a low voice, terrified of waking Xuanzang's Primordial Spirit.

"Sister Bai, we have been capturing souls for I don't know how many epochs; naturally, we are the most professional. Besides, although this soul-locking hook is not a powerful Spirit Treasure and lacks offensive capabilities, it can silently shield a cultivator's Divine Sense and capture their soul without them even realizing it."

"Look at Sun Wukong five hundred years ago; wasn't his soul captured too after he attained the Golden Immortal realm?" Hei Wuchang said.

"That makes sense, but I'm still a little scared," Bai Wuchang said.

"Don't be afraid, Sister Bai. Just do it like we did five hundred years ago. Besides, if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up; it has nothing to do with us," Hei Wuchang said.

During their conversation, they had already arrived at Guimen Guan!

Xuanzang was no fool; he knew exactly what was happening by now!

It was just a bit strange. Was this still the Journey to the West Script?

Why were the black and white ghosts capturing his soul? And listening to their conversation, it was clearly intentional.

Furthermore, it seemed there was an inside story regarding Sun Wukong causing a ruckus in the Underworld five hundred years ago.

Although he was in the Underworld, Xuanzang was not panicked in the slightest; he even opened his Live Broadcast Room.

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PS: There will be an update tonight.