Chapter 1912: Fahai

On the ground, Sun Wukong was still rolling on the ground in pain, and Tang Seng was still chanting the Tight-Fillet Spell.

Zhu Bajie looked at Sun Wukong's painful appearance, feeling very anxious. General Wujing didn't have much of a reaction, while the White Dragon Horse kept watching Sun Wukong.

"Master Xuanzang, have you had enough?" Fahai couldn't help but let anger flash in his eyes as he looked at Tang Seng, who was riding the horse, and said loudly, "That Daoist just now was clearly a demon."

"You said not to kill anyone, and we haven't killed a single one. Now we can't even kill a demon? You have to torture Sun Wukong like this. You want to go to the Western Heaven for scriptures, and you want to protect even the demons. Who has the ability to not kill demons and still ensure your safety!"

Tang Seng was stunned. He hadn't expected Fahai to have such a temper. In the past, Fahai had never spoken to him like this; they had always interacted with the courtesies of Buddhist disciples.

But now, Fahai was clearly dissatisfied with him.

Tang Seng loosened his pressed hands and stopped the Tight-Fillet Spell. He looked at Fahai and said, "Master Fahai, is he really a demon?"

"Otherwise what? If it weren't for you, Wukong and I would have beaten him to death long ago. You want to protect a demon who does all kinds of evil? Why? Tell me clearly!"

Fahai glared at Tang Seng and said.

At this moment, Sun Wukong climbed up from the ground, covered in dust. He raised his head, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness, and looked at Tang Seng.

"Oh." Tang Seng spoke as if waking from a dream, his tone calm, "I truly didn't know that this Daoist was a demon. Just now, I saw Wukong about to beat him to death with one staff strike, and I was worried about taking a life, so I had no choice but to chant the Tight-Fillet Spell."

Fahai sneered. On the journey west, the dirty and tiring work was always done by him and Tang Seng's disciples, while he and Sun Wukong always had to take the lead.

Now that he had wronged Sun Wukong, he could explain it so calmly, as if all the mistakes weren't his at all, and it was all a matter of course.

Sun Wukong couldn't even be bothered to look at Tang Seng; he knew him too well, and saying anything more would be useless. He just looked dejected, walked over, and picked up his Ruyi Jingu Bang.

In fact, he had ten thousand opportunities to catch Tang Seng off guard and beat him to death with one strike. However, Wu Feng had told him that the Journey to the West Kalpa must be completed by escorting Tang Seng for him to learn the truth within these heavens.

And what would happen if Sun Wukong killed Tang Seng? At best, he would occupy a mountain as king and become a powerful demon, but he would always be one who hadn't achieved true fruition. With a peak Daluo Jinxian cultivation, in these heavens, it goes without saying that Erlang Shen would slightly suppress him, and there were the Western Buddhas, those five Quasi-Saints whose strength was also above his.

The only thing he could do was endure. Even if he had ten thousand dissatisfactions with Tang Seng in his heart, he could only endure.

At the very least, before the scriptures were obtained, he didn't intend to have a falling out with Tang Seng.

The little monk who hadn't left saw that Fahai had single-handedly repelled the Third State Preceptor, his eyes filled with disbelief. He looked at Fahai and said, "Who are you? Were you sent down by the Buddha to save us?" ===== CHAPTER 1914 =====