Chapter 1836: Kind to the Point of Being Unreal

Jin Jiao stared blankly at Taishang Laojun. He truly hadn't expected that Taishang Laojun would abandon Yin Jiao, and even be too lazy to ask which of the Six Paths he had entered.

"If you don't want to refine elixirs anymore, you can get out now. You can also go to the lower realm and be your monster king; I won't stop you."

"But get one thing straight: my preserving Yin Jiao's soul was already the greatest mercy toward him. This kid has never been a pleasing thing since he was small!"

Taishang Laojun was suspended in the air, looking at Jin Jiao with a face full of anger.

The difference between Jin Jiao and Yin Jiao was that he considered the consequences of everything, which was why he hadn't eaten Tang Seng immediately.

But he wasn't stupid. He understood the situation clearly now: in the eyes of his Master, this high immortal, Yin Jiao's fate didn't count for anything at all.

Truly ridiculous, sanctimonious. They did the most bitter, tiring, and dirty work, and now they were left to take all the blame, while those high immortals in the Heavenly Court and the Buddhas of the Western Heaven only needed to watch quietly.

"Hmph! Suit yourself!"

Taishang Laojun, seeing him still standing there in a daze, couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore. He flicked his sleeve and flew directly toward the Nantian Gate.

Jin Jiao hesitated for a long time in place, finally sighed helplessly, and followed.

"Congratulations, Laojun, for completing one Kalpa of the Journey to the West!"

"Laojun's wisdom is extraordinary; he actually resolved this crisis!"

"A wicked disciple like Yin Jiao deserved to die!"

The immortals, seeing Laojun part the clouds and land on the Nantian Gate, all stepped forward to praise him. Laojun folded his arms and smiled in response.

Only Jin Jiao stood to the side, hands clasped, head bowed, like a child who had made a mistake, like a clown being mocked.

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong and his group below had descended Pingding Mountain and were heading west.

Tang Seng sat on the White Dragon Horse, narrowed his eyes, looked toward the Western Heaven, and said leisurely, "After passing this Pingding Mountain, the road ahead should still be endless mountain ranges. I don't know if there are any monsters."

General Wujing hurriedly turned his head to look at him and said, "Master, don't worry. No matter what, we and the Senior Brother will definitely keep you safe."

Tang Seng smiled slightly and said, "The journey west, the more dangerous it is, the more it can verify my sincerity in seeking the Buddha."

Sun Wukong carried his staff without saying a word. Come to think of it, he had no good feelings toward Rulai, but Wu Feng had once said a sentence to him: "Only when he finishes the entire journey west can he know the truth of everything."

As for Tang Seng, he was the one who had resolved the debt of being pressed under Mount Wuzhi, and now he was controlling him with the Tight-Fillet Spell. If one spoke of the bond between master and disciple, perhaps there was a little; he didn't wish to see Tang Seng buried in the mouth of a monster.

However, he had secretly complained countless times about Tang Seng's kindness, which felt unreal.

Even if an ant crawled onto his hand, he would gently put it down and send it back to the ground to crawl away. He really wanted to laugh; on this journey, Tang Seng had probably stepped on and killed countless ants under his feet. ===== CHAPTER 1838 =====