Chapter 1667: A grave sin

Consequently, after this, Sun Wukong remained silent in response to his master Tang Sanzang's words.

Marshal Tianpeng and General Juan Lian, seeing that their senior brother Sun Wukong did not continue to dwell on this issue.

Naturally, they did not continue to question their master Tang Sanzang's words, and thus, no one discussed whether the corpse of the White Bone Spirit was a demon or not.

Although Sun Wukong did not say anything about this issue on the surface, there was still a knot in his heart.

After all, if his master Tang Sanzang had guessed wrong, he, Sun Wukong, would have really killed an ordinary person, which would be a grave sin.

Thus, Sun Wukong, although leading the way, was absent-minded.

Meanwhile, the White Bone Spirit, having returned to the White Bone Cave, was trembling with rage because of Tang Sanzang's actions.

"What is going on with this Tang Sanzang?!"

"Let alone Marshal Tianpeng and General Juan Lian, even Sun Wukong, who possesses the Fiery Eyes of Truth, didn't see through my disguise."

"Why is it that he, a mere mortal, could be certain I was a demon just because of some small details?"

"It's simply bizarre, and as a monk, Tang Sanzang has no compassion at all."

"After discovering this, he actually incited his disciple Sun Wukong to strike and beat me to death!"

"He truly has a heart of a snake and scorpion; I really don't know why the Western Fomen chose such a person to go to the Western Heaven to fetch the scriptures."

The White Bone Spirit was so angry not only because her plan had failed, but more importantly.

Having received the gift of power from the otherworldly invaders, she had originally thought her divine abilities were already very powerful.

But what she didn't expect was that she had fooled Marshal Tianpeng and Sun Wukong, two Daluo Jinxian, only to fail in front of Tang Sanzang?

If she had failed at the hands of Sun Wukong or Marshal Tianpeng, the White Bone Spirit wouldn't have been so angry, but to fail at the hands of a mortal was a huge blow to her self-confidence.

The minor demons on the side didn't know what kind of trouble the White Bone Spirit had encountered, but from her words, they could tell.

This time, their leader, the White Bone Spirit, had suffered a great loss and was currently in a fit of rage.

Therefore, facing this, the minor demons looked at each other and then whispered comfortingly:

"Mistress, do not be angry."

"It was just a small setback; this Tang Sanzang is still in White Tiger Ridge."

"Since that is the case, Tang Sanzang will sooner or later be captured by you, Mistress. When that time comes, whether to kill or slice him will be up to you, won't it?"

"For such a person, Mistress, it's not worth getting angry; don't ruin your own health..."

The White Bone Spirit, hearing the advice of her subordinates, felt the gloom in her heart dissipate quite a bit.

"That's right! He is just a dying man; why should I care so much?"

"One failure is nothing. This time I will learn my lesson; I want to see if Tang Sanzang can see through me again when he faces me next time."

After saying this, the White Bone Spirit once again possessed the corpse of an old woman.