Chapter 56: Your Master Is Still Your Master (Bonus Chapter)

Journey to the West: Starting by Joining the Chat Group, Main Text, Chapter 56, Your Master Is Still Your Master (Bonus Chapter) "Guest, would you like some tea!"

Yang Jian's gaze was on Xuanzang, and Xuanzang was likewise looking at Yang Jian; the two were in a field of inexplicable confrontation.

It was as if they only saw each other in their eyes!

But the waiter's words broke the silence, and he ran over with a grin.

"Bring me a pot of Longjing!"

Yang Jian glanced at him indifferently and said casually, then sat down opposite Xuanzang.

A look of difficulty appeared on the young waiter's face. Longjing?

Where would a roadside tea stall get Longjing?

Yang Jian seemed to realize the problem and said again, "Never mind, a pot of ordinary tea will do."

"Coming right up." Hearing this, the waiter felt a sense of relief.

Although his stall was small, there was a large flow of people coming and going.

The waiter had seen at least eight thousand people, if not ten thousand.

He could tell at a glance that Yang Jian was by no means an ordinary person; in any case, that temperament was something he could never catch up to in his entire life.

Xiaotian Quan squatted beside Yang Jian, giving passersby a strange feeling.

Yang Jian continued to look at Xuanzang, and as Xuanzang's face became clear in his mind,

he felt that the young man before him had a sense of familiarity, as if they had met before.

A distant memory surfaced in his heart; it was five hundred years ago, just after Sun Wukong had finished wreaking havoc in Heaven and was pressed under Five Elements Mountain, and the Heavenly Court was hosting the Yaochi grand banquet.

At that time, members of the Profound Gate, the Three Teachings, and Buddhism had all arrived at the Heavenly Court.

"Jinchanzi!"

Yang Jian thought to himself; unexpectedly, the Xuanzang before him was the reincarnation of Jinchanzi, whom he had met once before.

So the stranger who had entanglements with his third sister, Yang Chan, was Jinchanzi!

Looking at this Jinchanzi's appearance again, he was indeed born handsome and unrestrained, with eyes like Peach Blossoms, giving one a sense of mystery and strangeness.

It was most peculiar for this kind of temperament to appear on someone from Buddhism.

Xuanzang was also guessing the other party's identity; he had an idea in his heart, but he was not yet certain.

"Have you seen enough?"

Finally, Xuanzang took the initiative to speak and asked calmly.

"Uh..."

Yang Jian was startled, revealed a faint, non-awkward, scholarly smile, and said:

"Master, do not take offense; it is just that you look very much like an old acquaintance I once knew."

"How much like him?" Xuanzang said.

Hearing this, Yang Jian's smile faded, and he said:

"Exactly the same."

"Oh." Xuanzang nodded and did not speak.

"May I ask the Master's name?" Yang Jian asked.

After all, Xuanzang was a person of Buddhism, and he had Buddha Light and Merit protecting his body, so Yang Jian was naturally much more polite.

"A name is merely a code; why must you be so attached to names?" Xuanzang said.

"That old acquaintance of mine once said the same thing," Yang Jian said.

"Is that so? Then he must be a very excellent person like me," Xuanzang said.

Yang Jian could not help but smile, feeling that the reincarnation of Jinchanzi was an interesting person, but thinking of the purpose of his trip, he asked:

"Master, have you been to Two Worlds Mountain in the past few days?"

"I have, the scenery is quite nice," Xuanzang admitted without concealment.

Hearing this, Yang Jian's expression changed gradually, and he asked again: "Master, do you know the Three Holy Mother of Mount Hua, Yang Chan!"

"I know her; Fairy Yang Chan is indeed a very beautiful girl," Xuanzang replied.

He did not notice at all that Yang Jian's expression changed again and again, and his aura also became cold and sharp.

"Then do you know that Yang Chan also has a second brother named Yang Jian!" Yang Jian asked.

Once these words were spoken, the surroundings were filled with a murderous aura, the temperature dropped to freezing, and even Xiaotian Quan was frozen like a dog.

"I know, isn't that you?" Xuanzang said indifferently.

He was calm on the surface, but inside, he was panicking like crazy.

He did not expect that the sister-obsessed Yang Jian would actually come to his door; was he going to nip all unstable factors in the bud?

"Why did you give Yang Chan personal items? What kind of intentions do you harbor? Don't think you can bully Yang Chan for being simple and deceive her," Yang Jian said word by word.

"A gentleman's friendship is as pure as water; Fairy Yang Chan and I hit it off immediately and are like-minded people, just like the friendship between Bao Shuya and Guan Zhong. Does Erlang True Monarch understand?" Xuanzang replied.

"What a fine 'friendship of Guan and Bao'! Hmph! If it were not for the sake of an old acquaintance, I would definitely cast you into the Eighteen Levels of Hell and let you taste what is truly sinister," Yang Jian said.

The reason he was so angry was that he felt someone in Buddhism might be plotting against Yang Chan.

After all, the waters of these Three Realms are very deep. The big shots have always plotted without shedding blood and never confront each other head-on.

Yang Chan is simple, and with her special status, she might accidentally fall into the schemes of some old schemer.

"Why is Erlang True Monarch angry? Fairy Yang Chan is an adult and has her own thoughts. You are stifling her freedom by doing this; she does not wish for you to be this way," Xuanzang advised.

Anyway, he couldn't beat him for now, so he could only use his tongue.

"Master, let me bite him to death!" Xiaotian Quan could not watch anymore and glared at Xuanzang aggressively.

"What are you barking about?" Xuanzang used a contemptuous look to mentally attack Xiaotian Quan.

Xiaotian Quan suddenly felt his self-esteem had been insulted and was very angry.

"Master, don't hold me back, let me bite him!"

Xiaotian Quan barked wildly, but how could Yang Jian possibly let Xiaotian Quan act recklessly?

No matter what, he was the reincarnation of Jinchanzi!

"Master, you are a person of Buddhism. You should observe those pure precepts and rules. I have said all I have to say, we shall meet again."

In the end, Yang Jian did not do anything to Xuanzang; it was not easy for him to make a move, and he had no legitimate reason.

If he touched Jinchanzi, Buddhism would not agree to it.

Leaving behind these words, Yang Jian waved his folding fan and vanished from sight.

"This damn dog, sooner or later I'll stew you," Xuanzang muttered to himself.

As for Yang Jian's words, he did not take them to heart; who can say for sure what the future holds?

The tea was finished, and Xuanzang felt his money pouch; it was empty, not a single cent inside.

Looking at the waiter who had been busy serving him, he felt a bit embarrassed and said:

"I'll make it up to you next time I come."

The waiter: "..."

Below Wuming Mountain, looking at the small path leading up the mountain, the winding trail led to a secluded spot.

Xuanzang only took one look before walking in the direction of Chang'an City; how could life on the mountain compare to the bustling world of mortals?

But he hadn't even walked two steps when he saw a figure standing under a crooked tree not far away.

It was a hunched old man wearing a monk's robe full of patches, holding a willow branch whip in his hand, his expression stern.

"Old Monk?" Xuanzang's face showed surprise; to think he could run into him here.

"Rebellious disciple? Three days after three days, do you know how long your master has been waiting here?"

The Old Monk questioned loudly, his aura like a beast from the Honghuang, extremely terrifying.

At this moment, Xuanzang felt that even if Tathagata Buddha or the Great Emperor came, they would both have to take two big slaps from the Old Monk.

Although Xuanzang's cultivation realm was upgrading at an extremely fast speed, at this moment, Xuanzang still felt his cultivation was rising a bit too slowly to deal with the Old Monk.

He pressed his palms together and said with a straight face:

"Master, is there any possibility that I got lost?"

"??" The Old Monk's pupils dilated, and he gripped the willow branch whip in his hand tightly.

"Go tell that to the ghosts! Xuanzang, hurry up and come with your master up the mountain to be punished."

The Old Monk walked over aggressively, a sense of oppression rushing toward him.

Xuanzang took a step back and said earnestly:

"Master, we are both civilized people, can we not resort to violence?"

"What your master is resorting to is a whip!"

PS: Thanks to Shicha, Xiazhuidiaochiuzhuchan, Juedingdean, and Shishentaotie for the tips.

The update was late mainly because I was helping a reader rank up in Honor of Kings and lost track of time, hehe.