Chapter 608: When King Silver Horn Meets the World-Honored Xuanzang

Journey to the West World, Mortal Realm, Pingding Mountain, within a hundred miles of Lotus Cave.

Xuanzang, Wukong, Xiaobailong, Heixiong, and Baigu Furen were resting.

"Big Brother, Brother Bajie has been gone for so long, why hasn't he returned yet?"

Heixiong asked while licking the Happy Water he had finished, savoring the lingering taste.

Although this stuff wasn't as sweet or smooth as honey, it was incredibly intoxicating; if he didn't drink it for a day, his whole body felt uncomfortable.

Sun Wukong, with a piece of Dog Tail Grass hanging from his mouth, lay on a rock with his legs crossed and said indifferently:

"Heixiong, who knows where that fool Bajie is slacking off and sleeping; he'll be back before long. Don't worry, and besides, he was Fleet Admiral Tianpeng before, no need to worry."

"Big Brother is right, Brother Bajie's strength is still very formidable," Xiaobailong said.

"I see demonic aura surging nearby; I fear a great demon is lying in wait," Baigu Furen said, her gaze like a torch.

"Diliu, set your heart at ease. Even if he can't win, Bajie can still escape back; this guy's ability to save his own life is even better than mine," Sun Wukong said.

Sun Wukong turned his head to look at Xuanzang and asked, "Master, don't you agree?"

Xuanzang, who was meditating and cultivating, opened his eyes slightly, his expression calm, and replied:

"Wukong is right, Bajie's cultivation is enough to handle it."

"See, even Master approves," Sun Wukong smiled triumphantly.

"Master, you are still so diligent in your cultivation even at this realm; I admire you," Heixiong said with respect.

In truth, the speed of cultivation at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm is extremely difficult; cultivation at this realm starts at ten thousand years at every turn.

For the dozen or so years of the Scripture Seeking, whether he cultivated or not had no impact on Xuanzang.

However, Xuanzang was different from ordinary people; for others, cultivation is like rowing a boat against the current—if you don't advance, you retreat.

His cultivation speed, however, was like a waterfall plunging three thousand feet; it simply could not be stopped.

Nowadays, even while sitting and meditating, his perception of Law, perception of Great Dao, and the growth rate of his magic power were all incredibly fast.

Sometimes, Xuanzang even wondered if he had fallen into a demonic path.

This cultivation speed was clearly abnormal, as if it were fake.

"Disciple, water drops pierce stone. Cultivation is accumulated drop by drop, which is why your master has his current strength," Xuanzang said.

Sun Wukong, Xiaobailong, and Heixiong were greatly encouraged.

Only Baigu Furen was unimpressed; if one could truly break through to Great Luo Golden Immortal by relying on diligence, she would have long since recovered her peak strength, left this current world, headed to Chaos, and sought the pinnacle of the higher Great Dao.

The reality is cruel; the Great Luo realm is a hurdle that all living beings cannot overcome; they simply cannot enter.

Of course, the Great Luo Golden Immortal in Baigu Furen's eyes was not the assembly-line kind piled up by Pills and the power of Faith.

As the protagonist of the Scripture Seeking Group and this kalpa, Baigu Furen initially thought there must be a Saint supporting him from behind, and his Great Luo Golden Immortal strength was also a Saint's trick.

But the longer she stayed by Xuanzang's side, the more she discovered that the Great Luo aura on Xuanzang was incomparably profound; it was the aura that only a pure, uncontaminated, perfect Great Luo possessed—that is, an orthodox Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Undying, immortal, eternal, omnipotent!

It was just that under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao of this world, the great power of a Great Luo was also bound significantly.

Baigu Furen could not understand why Xuanzang could reach this realm at twenty-something years old; even a Saint could not create such a pure Great Luo.

There was only one possibility: there was a major problem with Xuanzang's origin.

The world knows that Xuanzang is the reincarnation of Jinchanzi, and Jinchanzi is the second disciple of the Buddha, whose previous incarnation was the chaotic fierce beast, the Six-Winged Golden Cicada.

But in Baigu Furen's view, even the peak of the Six-Winged Golden Cicada did not reach Xuanzang's current strength and realm.

Therefore, Baigu Furen had always felt that Xuanzang might be a Great Ability from Chaos reincarnated to steal the heavens and change the day.

As for the real Jinchanzi, perhaps he was long gone.

These were all Baigu Furen's own conjectures; she had never told anyone.

Of course, she was the only one who dared to think this way!

The next day, Bajie had not returned all night.

"Master, I take back what I said yesterday; Bajie has most likely run into trouble," Sun Wukong smiled awkwardly.

"Bajie didn't return all night; he wouldn't have been eaten by a demon, would he?" Heixiong said, subconsciously swallowing his saliva.

"It's possible. Brother Bajie is a pig demon. Among the Demon Race, pig demon is a very popular hard dish. Plus, Brother Bajie ate several Ginseng Fruits; that taste must be very fragrant and crispy," Xiaobailong said.

"Are you guys serious?" Baigu Furen looked at her few silly brothers; was this something people actually said?

"Ahem, don't mind these things, Junior Sister Diliu," Sun Wukong said.

"Call me Baigu Furen," Baigu Furen said with a cold, murderous look.

Everyone might have forgotten that this Junior Sister Diliu was once the master of the Baigu Yaoguo, her cultivation having reached the peak of Golden Immortal, and her comprehensive power was enough to rival an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Sun Wukong didn't talk nonsense; he scratched his head and looked at his master.

"This is Bajie's tribulation. Let us continue on our way," Xuanzang said.

"Master, then we aren't going to save Bajie?" Sun Wukong asked.

"No need to worry; since the other party dared to make a move, they will surely take the initiative to come to us," Xuanzang said.

"Master, what you say makes sense," Sun Wukong nodded earnestly.

The master and disciples walked and rested; by the afternoon, they had only traveled two or three miles, their speed extremely slow.

It left the immortals, Buddhas, Earth Deity, and Mountain God who were spying in secret speechless; this is supposed to be the Scripture Seeking!

Are you sure this isn't a vacation?

A turtle crawls faster than the Scripture Seeking Group, but while they complained, no one dared to step forward and speak.

After all, without Great Luo strength, who would dare to stand in front of Xuanzang?

"Ouch, help me!"

At this moment, a painful howl rang out in the empty wilderness.

I don't know when, but beside the rock wall of a small hill, a gray-haired, hunched old man was clutching his old leg, his face full of pain.

The old man was dressed in a grey Taoist robe, looking like a member of the Daomen.

"Master, someone is calling for help," Xiaobailong said immediately.

Golden light flickered in Sun Wukong's eyes, and he saw at a glance that this Taoist was not human.

Yet it was strange; although he was not human, he was not a demon either, so why was the demonic Qi on his body so heavy?

"Holy Monk, save me. This poor Taoist was bitten by a wolf and cannot walk. There is no one in these desolate mountains and wild ridges; if night falls, I will surely be bitten to death by the vicious wolves."

The old Taoist wore a look of supplication, hoping to gain the sympathy of Xuanzang.

Don't those who have left the secular life say that saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda? Surely he would not stand by and watch someone die.

Xuanzang walked closer and merely swept a calm glance at the Taoist; his disguise spell was laid bare—he had a silver horn on his head and the appearance of a Taoist child of eight or nine years old, so it seemed he was Yinjiao Dawang.

"Before the Buddha attained Buddhahood, he once cut off his Flesh to feed an eagle, thereby proving the fearless, sacrificial spirit of the Buddha."

"Old Taoist, actually, being bitten to death by wolves is not a bad thing; just consider it a sacrifice, and perhaps after you die, you can go see the Sanqing."

"Death is nothing to be afraid of; it is just a matter of kicking your legs once," Xuanzang consoled him.

"Disciples, let us continue on our way!"

"?" Yin Jiao.