Chapter 86: When the Fat Wukong Meets Guanyin Bodhisattva

The Jiaofangsi in Chang'an suddenly fell silent; the expressions of the wealthy merchants and scholars downstairs were strange!

Just now, they seemed to have heard a scream—no, more than one scream—from a woman!

To call it a scream wasn't quite right; the sound was off, and to call it painful wasn't entirely accurate either.

The crucial thing was, how did it sound like it belonged to the top courtesan, Fuxiang?

This Fuxiang was the number one beauty of the Jiaofangsi; how many high-ranking officials and nobles had thrown thousands of gold pieces at her, only to be rejected?

Who on earth could have made her like this? But the sound vanished quickly, making people think for a moment that it was an illusion.

At a loose table on the first floor, Li Taibai, Ye Suifeng, and Daolei were drinking, yet they were staring at a private room on the upper floor.

Except for Ye Suifeng, who was a mortal and a young master of a noble family, neither Li Taibai nor Daolei were ordinary people.

Li Taibai was a Martial Artist, a swordsman!

Daolei was rumored to be an outstanding disciple of the younger generation from the Celestial Master Mansion.

Ordinary people might have misheard, but they absolutely would not.

What Martial Artist does not watch in all six directions and listen to all eight sides?

"I once had the fortune to meet Miss Fuxiang, and having heard her speak, this voice is definitely unmistakable," Li Taibai said with certainty.

"Brother Taibai, are you sure?" Ye Suifeng asked.

"It cannot be wrong. The sound disappearing later must mean a Sound Isolation Technique was cast," Daolei said.

"A technique?" Ye Suifeng did not understand.

"Chang'an is under the feet of the Emperor; the people coming and going are a mixed bag of dragons and fish. It is no surprise to encounter experts who know some techniques or Taoism," Daolei said.

"Doesn't that mean Miss Fuxiang is in dire straits? Beasts, to actually treat Miss Fuxiang like this."

Ye Suifeng's face showed anger; he had heard that sound, and if she hadn't been subjected to inhuman treatment, it wouldn't have been exposed.

"Cough, cough, why am I feeling a bit excited?" Li Bai blushed; he had drunk a few too many cups of wine, something was wrong.

"Brother Daolei, your background is extraordinary; do you know who is in that room?" Ye Suifeng asked.

"If I am not mistaken, it should be the residence of the recently famous Xuanzang Sheng Seng," Daolei said.

"Xuanzang Sheng Seng, are monks this wild and uninhibited?" Li Bai shook his head, secretly marveling.

"Damn it, my Fuxiang!"

Ye Suifeng let out a long howl toward the sky, feeling his dream had shattered.

The three of them drank and discussed, and the topic naturally could not stray from Xuanzang and Fuxiang.

……

At this moment, in the dim room, the candlelight was faint, and the whimpering, crying, and resentful sounds of a woman could be heard faintly.

Fuxiang lay sprawled on the floor, the expression on her pretty face dazed and wrong, her aura chaotic, and blue and red marks could be seen beneath her dress.

Where was the high spirits and radiance she had before?

And in her eyes, Xuanzang was like an Absolute great demon, very terrifying.

The belt just now had whipped her with excruciating pain; even with magic power protecting her body, she felt as if she were being torn apart.

A person, at the very least, shouldn't be like this!

Xuanzang had an outstanding appearance; if he were not a monk, he would certainly be a refined young master of the secular world, romantic and dashing, gentle as jade.

But the things he did were not human!

"Sob sob sob~" Fuxiang was like a pear blossom in the rain, her beautiful eyes filled with fear.

"Cry again, and I will give you another fifty lashes."

Xuanzang said it lightly, but in Fuxiang's ears, it sounded like a demon's whisper.

Hearing this, Fuxiang stopped abruptly.

"This time is just a small lesson; if you offend again, I will peel your Skin off to make a coat," Xuanzang said.

"Holy Monk, this little demon will not dare again; there will not be a next time," Fuxiang said sincerely.

How could she dare to provoke Xuanzang again? Had she known Xuanzang's cultivation was so profound—likely having the strength of an Immortal—she would never have dared to dance on the tip of a blade.

"Speak, you are a Fox Demon, why did you run to the Imperial City? Could it be just to seduce mortals?"

Xuanzang put on his clothes, tied his belt, and then sat down.

Fuxiang's face showed hesitation; she wondered if she should confess.

If she told a lie and was found out, how could she withstand Xuanzang when he was so fierce, and she couldn't beat him anyway?

"The Holy Monk may not know, but this little demon is of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan. Because the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is ostracized by the Demon Race, and because I am not skilled in magic power, I came to the Human Race," Fuxiang said slowly.

"Why ostracized?" Xuanzang asked.

"Since the Investiture of the Gods in ancient times, it is not just the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan; the entire Fox Clan has been like this," Fuxiang said.

"Investiture of the Gods!"

Hearing this, Xuanzang roughly understood. During the Investiture of the Gods, the Nine-Tailed Fox Su Daji followed the orders of Nuwa to wreak havoc in Chaoge; in the process, she harmed loyal officials, caused the people to suffer, and committed monstrous sins.

After the Investiture of the Gods ended, Su Daji became a discarded pawn, and was only granted the title of a minor, peripheral god.

From then on, the Nine-Tailed Fox lost Nuwa's protection and found it difficult to survive among the Demon Race.

Of course, these were just guesses Xuanzang made based on stories from his past life; as for what really happened back then, no one knew.

"Your aura is hidden; what magic treasure did you use?" Xuanzang asked.

Fuxiang looked troubled; she wasn't afraid of Xuanzang stealing her beauty, but rather afraid of him stealing her wealth.

"I don't have my eyes on those trinkets of yours," Xuanzang said.

"It was a gift from my aunt."

Fuxiang took a jade pendant of emerald green from her chest; this pendant had an ancient aura and an extraordinary origin.

Xuanzang's expression changed slightly; to be able to produce a magic treasure of this level, he feared Fuxiang's aunt was no ordinary member of the Fox Clan.

"Your aunt wouldn't happen to be that Su Daji, would she?" Xuanzang said suddenly.

"How did you know?" Fuxiang blurted out subconsciously.

Xuanzang smiled lightly and said casually, "Heh, looking at how not-so-bright you are, I still prefer how unruly you were just a moment ago."

"..." Fuxiang.

"Alright, you can go; I need to rest."

Xuanzang waved his hand, not wanting to inquire about the stories hidden within Fuxiang.

Anything related to Su Daji was likely no good thing.

Hearing this, Fuxiang felt as if granted amnesty and hurried out of Xuanzang's room; she could no longer stay here.

After confirming that Xuanzang was not secretly following her and returning to her room, Fuxiang finally let out a sigh of relief, and then anger appeared on her previously docile face.

"Damn it, I have never suffered such a big loss; I cannot let it end like this."

"But I can't beat him, so what should I do? Find Aunt Daji?"

Fuxiang thought of Su Daji, but immediately shook her head.

Although Aunt Daji has profound magic power, her whereabouts are always erratic, so she might not be able to help.

"Right, since Aunt Daji can't help, then I'll go find my little aunt."

Fuxiang remembered that she had a relative at Wanku Mountain, one of her mother's sisters.

Although the other party is not a Nine-Tailed Fox, she obtained extraordinary opportunities in her early years, possesses powerful cultivation and a profound realm, and even the great demons of the Demon Race dare not provoke her.

Fuxiang made up her mind to go to Wanku Mountain.

But she cannot go immediately, otherwise, in Xuanzang's eyes, wouldn't that be going to fetch reinforcements, and wouldn't she get a beating for it?

This matter must be planned slowly.

Meanwhile, on Five Fingers Mountain.

A holy radiance illuminated the entire sky, and upon the clouds, Guanyin Bodhisattva, dressed in a white gown and looking dignified and elegant, slowly descended.

Although Guanyin Bodhisattva is a member of Buddhism, she looks very young, loving and benevolent, with a mature temperament, like a snow lotus, perfect and flawless.

"Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Beneath Five Fingers Mountain, Sun Wukong saw the person who had arrived and let out a burp; his stomach was uncomfortably full, and the surroundings were filled with bottles and cans of Happy Water.

A look of confusion appeared on Guanyin's beautiful face, her gaze hesitant.

Is this monkey with a head a size larger in front of her really Sun Wukong?

Five hundred years of wind and sun? How did this monkey head get so fat?

"Sun Wukong, do you know your mistake?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva cleared her mind of distracting thoughts and asked the monkey head before her slowly.

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