Chapter 282: Sanzang Master is Equivalent to a Necromancer

"Slap! Slap!"

"Ah!"

"Stop, stop hitting me!"

Even though Wuge, who practiced the Heaven-Splitting Palm, had profound magic power, he was being beaten by Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Xiaobailong, and Heixiong, and for a moment, he could not unleash his great power.

This is the Great Dao at its simplest!

When strength reaches a certain level, all those fancy tricks don't have much meaning.

After a full incense stick's worth of time beating him, Wuge was bruised and swollen, feeling as if his soul were smoking.

If it weren't for the fact that the Heaven-Splitting Palm cultivated both internally and externally and had methods for training the physical body, he would have long since had his soul fly to the nine heavens, unlike other demons.

"Is there any justice, any law at all?"

Wuge knelt on the ground, snot and tears streaming down his face, looking utterly miserable.

He had originally come to see Sanzang Master, never imagining he would run into such animals.

Without a word, they just beat him up.

"Still talking back? Keep hitting him!"

Sun Wukong chuckled and punched Wuge right in the eye.

"Hegemon of the World!"

Heixiong pounced directly onto Wuge, pinning him down firmly.

That fellow Bajie also took advantage of the situation, vigorously tormenting Wuge.

"Chrysanthemums blooming everywhere!"

Xiaobailong ripped his clothes, his muscles bulging, and locked Wuge in a fierce hold.

"Spare me, heroes!"

"Spare me, heroes!"

Wuge begged for mercy, crying for his father and mother, so devastated he began to doubt his life.

After another incense stick's worth of time, Wuge was completely exhausted.

"Do you know why we beat you?" Sun Wukong then asked slowly.

"How the hell would I know?"

Wuge complained in his heart, but on the surface, he was all smiles, saying, "Whatever the reason, it's all the little fox's fault."

"I heard you were looking for Sanzang Master? What do you want with him?" Sun Wukong asked.

"The little fox admires Sanzang Master," Wuge said.

"Pah, look at that shifty-eyed face of yours; I bet you're coveting the Tang Seng Flesh," Zhu Bajie said, and kicked Wuge again.

"Ouch!" Wuge wailed.

"Before seeing Sanzang Master, didn't you inquire about his background?" Sun Wukong said.

"I did inquire! I asked a high monk of Buddhism, Xuanzang Sheng Seng, about Sanzang Master's news, and he said Sanzang Master would be staying here tonight," Wuge said hurriedly.

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong, Heixiong, Zhu Bajie, and Xiaobailong looked at each other and then burst into laughter, clutching their stomachs.

"??" Wuge.

"Did no one tell you that Sanzang Master is Xuanzang Sheng Seng? Did no one tell you that Sanzang Master's disciples are the Great Saint Equal to Heaven Sun Wukong, Fleet Admiral Zhu Bajie, West Sea Dragon Prince the Muscle-Bound Dragon, and the Black Wind King the Bear-on-the-Loose!"

Bajie laughed until tears fell.

Master is too wicked, too cunning.

"??" Wuge.

Tang Sanzang is Xuanzang, and Xuanzang is Tang Sanzang?

How is that possible?

Wait, no wonder he felt Xuanzang looked familiar.

So, Xuanzang is the reincarnation of Jinchanzi!

What a disaster!

Actually, one cannot blame Wuge for being ill-informed; Wanku Mountain was isolated from the world and was just a nobody among the Demon Race.

Wuge had only heard rumors about Tang Sanzang's Scripture Seeking journey and had no understanding of the core inside story.

Furthermore, the demons on this road to the Western Heaven who knew the inside story of Xuanzang were basically all connected to the Heavenly Court, Buddhism, or Taoism.

Wuge had no background and was simply not qualified to come into contact with such things.

"I really didn't know," Wuge said.

At this moment, on the other side, Xuanzang slowly walked out from the dark night, having watched the entire farce.

"Xuanzang... no, Sanzang Master?" Wuge asked tremblingly.

"Correct, the Tang Sanzang you are looking for is me," Xuanzang said.

"Master," Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Xiaobailong, and Heixiong said respectfully.

"Xuanzang Sheng Seng, why? We are all on the same side, why let your disciples beat me? If I had known you were Tang Sanzang, you could have just said so!" Wuge said aggrievedly.

"Do you really not know?" Although Xuanzang's expression was calm, his deep gaze made Wuge's heart tremble violently.

"I..." Wuge found it hard to speak.

Seeing this, Xuanzang said, "Do you think I cannot see your intention to see Tang Sanzang? Ask yourselves, did you really not have designs on Jinchan?"

"I... Xuanzang Sheng Seng, but the little fox didn't actually make a move in the end," Wuge said.

"Heh, if you had made a move, you would be a dead fox by now," Sun Wukong said fiercely.

"Having the thought is a mistake; you shouldn't have had that kind of thought. If it weren't for the sake of Yang Chan and Humei, I would have roasted you by now," Xuanzang said.

"Hiss!"

Wuge gasped, feeling a lingering fear and a sense of relief.

Just a moment ago, he had indeed harbored the intention to abduct Tang San; although he did not carry it out in the end, he had truly thought about it.

A single wrong thought, and the final outcome would have been completely different.

"Xuanzang Sheng Seng, this little fox knows his mistake," Wuge bowed, completely subdued by Xuanzang.

He had not expected that Xuanzang was not only powerful in strength, but his mental schemes were also so unfathomable.

"To realize one's mistake and correct it is the greatest virtue," Xuanzang said.

Wuge adjusted himself, his injuries mostly recovered, though there were still bruises on his face.

He asked curiously, "Xuanzang Sheng Seng, I heard that Sanzang Master is a mortal and a virtuous high monk, but why are you so powerful?"

"A necromancer is also a mage, understand?" Xuanzang said.

"Understood, understood," Wuge nodded hurriedly.

"If I didn't beat you today to curb your demonic nature, who knows what great mistake you might commit in the future; do you understand?" Xuanzang said.

"Understand, understand, understand," Wuge nodded, not daring to say a single word of dissent.

"Alright, go back, be a good demon; you wouldn't want Xiaoyu to be fatherless just after being born, would you?"

Xuanzang waved his hand, not wanting to talk more.

"Got it."

Hearing this, Wuge felt as if he had been granted amnesty and immediately left the valley, not daring to linger.

……

Guanjiangkou.

"Master, Master, it's bad," Xiaotian Dog ran over in a flurry, smoke rising from under his feet.

Yang Jian was sipping tea, wearing a casual black robe, his face like jade, his long hair flowing.

The mood he had just cultivated was broken by the appearance of Xiaotian Dog, making him very angry.

"What is it?" Yang Jian said.

Xiaotian Dog stuttered, almost unable to catch his breath, and said, "Master, Three Holy Mother has run off again."

"???" Yang Jian.

"No, that's not right, Three Holy Mother has left Mount Hua and gone to Wanku Mountain," Xiaotian Dog said.

"Wanku Mountain, what is she doing there?" Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged.

"Humei has given birth," Xiaotian Dog said.

"That is a good thing, why are you in such a rush?" A gentle smile appeared on Yang Jian's cold, handsome face.

"Master, but that Xuanzang is also at Wanku Mountain. According to the Earth Deity, Three Holy Mother went to Wanku Mountain together with Xuanzang. It must be that guy who lured Three Holy Mother away," Xiaotian Dog said loudly.

Regarding the time he was beaten by Xuanzang until his Primordial Spirit left his body and his Flesh was almost stewed in a pot, Xiaotian Dog held a deep grudge.

Crack!

Hearing that Yang Chan was with Xuanzang again, Yang Jian subconsciously crushed the cup in his hand, a cold, murderous aura appearing in the depths of his eyes.

He had long warned Xuanzang not to get too close to Yang Chan, but he did not expect this guy to still ignore him.

"Master, I think the relationship between Three Holy Mother and that scoundrel Xuanzang is unusual," Xiaotian Dog said.

"Hmph!"

"Go, to Wanku Mountain. An old friend has given birth, how can we not prepare a gift?" Yang Jian said.

……