Chapter 1841

At this moment, the few people present were all staring at the stunned Sun Wukong.

General Juan Lian looked at him and suddenly said, "Eldest Senior Brother, Master is talking to you; you should just admit your mistake!"

Sun Wukong shot a glare at General Juan Lian; he had never had any good feelings toward him. Whenever they fought, any random Daluo Jinxian demon could beat him until he was wetting his pants in terror, yet whenever Tang Seng said anything, he would obey without any principles.

"Brother Monkey, you know the power of the Tight-Fillet Spell; otherwise, Master will start chanting again."

Marshal Tianpeng walked to Sun Wukong's side, patted his shoulder, and then looked at him with concern in his eyes.

Sun Wukong finally shed all his arrogance. It wasn't that he was truly afraid of this Tight-Fillet Spell, but rather that he had to make this little demon suffer the consequences of his own actions. Moreover, he also wanted to see with his own eyes the day the eighteen-character prophecy mentioned by Wu Feng came to pass.

"Master, I was wrong; I won't dare to do it again."

Sun Wukong's tone softened, and then he said in a low voice.

Tang Seng nodded and swept his gaze over his few disciples and also Fahai. He felt as if he were the one who decided everything, and he couldn't help but feel smug inside, though he did not show it on his face.

Fahai was also a member of the Western Fomen. He had read and copied these Buddhist scriptures over and over again, and he asked himself if there was any Buddhist principle he did not know. In many matters, he did not agree with Tang Seng, believing that his so-called kindness was a form of pity for all things—even for the most evil demons, for whose deaths he would even feel some regret.

This was simply incomprehensible. Fahai had also met Rulai, and Rulai was not like this. Rulai had the myriad phenomena of Rulai's Dharma, but he had never said that demons should also be allowed to remain in the world.

"Hmph." Fahai let out a cold snort in his heart and thought secretly, "If I were like you, Xuanzang, thinking that everything exists for a reason, then what is the use of the Buddhist Dharma's salvation? Since it is already a chaotic world, wouldn't it be better to just let go and not care at all?"

The little child had used a cunning scheme to give Sun Wukong a hard time and was extremely pleased with himself, yet he still maintained a crying appearance, his face full of tears.

"Alright, then let us take this little child along and pass through this treacherous forest."

"His foot is injured; which of you is willing to carry him forward?"

Tang Seng glanced at the little child on the ground, a gentle smile appearing on his face, and then said.

Before any of them could answer, unexpectedly, the little child wiped the tears from his face and hurriedly said, "I want this furry-faced monkey to carry me; this pig-head is too ugly, and there is also this big monk carrying a pole."

Fahai gave a faint smile. Little demon, you are truly arrogant. You've angered the monkey, yet you still dare to ask him to carry you?

Fahai's hands were empty, so he stepped forward and smiled, "Little child, how about I carry you instead?"

The little child stared blankly at Fahai for a moment. Clearly, among these few, Sun Wukong's and Fahai's cultivation bases were obviously the strongest.

He had mostly made up his mind to mess with Sun Wukong, and he hadn't expected Fahai to intervene.

But just at this moment, Sun Wukong suddenly stepped forward, smiled, and said loudly, "Fine, if you want old Sun to carry you, that works out perfectly."

As he spoke, Sun Wukong bent down and carried him on his back.