Chapter 244: Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord: You've Attacked My Mountain Gate, and You Still Want Me to Carry You Up?

Tang An did not notice Nezha's gaze, as she was looking at the spider spirits.

"Since you are celestial maidens descended to the mortal realm, what about the centipede spirit? Is he a wild demon?"

At the mention of the centipede spirit, the seven of them wore expressions of speechlessness and chided, "That centipede spirit is a senior brother who once studied the arts with us in this world."

"Yet he coveted the beauty of us seven sisters and harassed us all day long, causing us endless distress."

"For this reason, we even gave up our studies and went into seclusion in the mountains. We thought that by waiting in the mountains, we would eventually wait for the Western travelers to arrive."

"But for some reason, that Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord found the place where we sisters were staying a few years ago. Since then, he has established himself and practiced the Dao in Huanghua Temple, not far from here."

"With his abilities, he has actually recruited quite a few demons to practice in the temple with him."

"But although he claims to be practicing the Dao all day, he is always coming to bother us in his spare time."

"I have made it clear to him, yet he still clings like a dog-skin plaster, coming over every now and then; it is truly annoying to death~"

Tang An turned to look outside the house, not expecting that in her script, the situation between the spider spirits and Baimu Mojun would be like this.

"It's fine, we happened to come here to eliminate demons anyway, so we'll just get rid of him for you." Tang An patted her chest, looking very righteous.

The spider spirit in red, however, was terrified. "No, no, that Baimu Mojun is not to be trifled with. His body is covered in eyes; they call him the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, but he actually has a thousand eyes."

"The golden light emitted by those thousand eyes ensures that he has never been defeated in any Battle of Dharma against other demons."

"Miss Tang, please do not get yourself hurt because of us."

They did not call Tang An the Destined One, but had been addressing her as Miss Tang.

Tang An felt something in her heart and smiled: "If I were to encounter a woman suffering from injustice and just walk away without caring, then I would not be Tang An."

"Besides, you don't need to worry for me."

"Look at my lineup; it is that Baimu Mojun who should be worried."

The spider spirit in red looked at Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha, and suddenly felt that what Tang An said made quite a lot of sense.

Although Baimu Mojun has a thousand eyes and has never been defeated among demons, as for these three, the number of demons they have killed in their hands is far more than a thousand, isn't it?

"Hong'er, on behalf of my sisters, would like to thank Miss Tang, the Great Sage, True Lord Erlang, and the Third Prince here."

The other six also came over one after another to pay their respects and offer thanks.

Why perform the ritual of thanks first? Because they had all spent time in the Heavenly Court, and they had all been fortunate enough to witness, to a greater or lesser extent, the battle records of these three.

If even these three could not solve a Baimu Mojun, then the Heavenly Court would likely be in for a storm again.

Huanghua Temple, on the path of the climb.

Tang An was so tired she leaned against the wall, "You say, why is this demon like the Yellow Eyebrow Monster, building his home so high for what? Huh?"

"Afraid of others attacking? Afraid of the Six Great Sects besieging Bright Peak?"

She was already so tired she was rambling and complaining.

The key is, it's not just that the stairs are steep, but both sides are built with stone railings. The width of the stairs only allows two people to walk side by side at most.

Tang An had originally ridden Jiuyue up, but in Jiuyue's mount form, it was easy to get bumped by the railings. There was no other way; she had to walk up on foot.

"Wait a minute."

She suddenly stopped, "Why do I have to obediently go up?"

Does anyone have food deliver itself to the door? If they want to eat her flesh, why can't the demon be a bit more proactive?

Thinking of this, Tang An took out a megaphone and recorded an audio clip directly.

"Demons! Your auntie is here!"

"I am the Destined One! The Destined One who grants immortality upon being eaten!"

"Your auntie really can't climb anymore! If you want to eat meat, you have to be a bit more proactive! It would be best if a gust of wind just swept me away, do you hear me!"

"I'm not hinting, I'm stating it clearly! I want a ride via wind, thank you!"

Afterwards, this sound played on a loop in her hand.

For fear that the demons wouldn't hear it clearly, she even had Yang Jian cast a spell to cover the entire Huanghua Temple with the sound of the megaphone.

Inside Huanghua Temple.

Baimu Mojun, who was in Meditation in the temple, opened his eyes upon hearing the sound.

？？？？

The Destined One is here?

The Destined One has proactively delivered herself to his door to be eaten?

And the condition for eating her is that he must proactively summon a demonic wind to sweep her up?

Heh, it sounds fake at first listen; it must be some demon trying to use this as an excuse to stir up trouble in his Huanghua Temple.

One incense stick of time later...

"What the hell?" Tang An was also depressed; she had never encountered such an uncooperative demon.

"Yang Jian, are you sure the sound of the megaphone can be heard in Huanghua Temple?"

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Could it be that the demon is not at home?"

Tang An shook her index finger, "No, I do not accept this possibility."

She had climbed for so long, was tired to the point of death, and the result is the demon isn't home?

Are you kidding me?

"No, it's that my focus was wrong, let's do it again." Tang An deleted the previous recording and re-recorded.

This time, the sound she transmitted to Huanghua Temple was:

"Baimu Mojun, listen well, I am the Princess of Great Tang, Tang An, and also the Destined One of the Western journey, Tang An."

"Because you are not cooperating with my Great Tang's grand plan for the Western expedition, this Princess has decided to go next door first, take those seven spider spirits back to my Princess Mansion, and keep them as beauties to be cared for."

"You better not come out, you absolutely must not come out, you absolutely, absolutely must not come out!"

As Tang An said this, she turned to leave, but she hadn't even walked down a few steps symbolically when she saw a gust of demonic wind strike.

"I thought he was a simp, but I didn't expect him to actually be a simp."

If she had known he was a simp earlier, why would she have gone through the trouble of recording that speech just now, wasting a whole stick of incense worth of time waiting for nothing!

Xiaotian Quan pricked up his ears, "A simp? What kind of dog is that? Is it a dog demon?"

"Uh..." Tang An gestured for Xiaotian Quan to zip his mouth shut, "Good dogs don't ask a hundred thousand whys."

Once Tang An finished speaking, Baimu Mojun appeared before their group, accompanied by a few demon Daoists.

"You are Baimu Mojun?" Tang An sized up the man standing in the center; he looked to be in his forties or fifties, dressed in a Daoist robe. His presence was quite imposing, full of vigor and spirit—come to think of it, he really did look a bit like Xiaotian Quan at times.

Baimu Mojun flicked his Whisk, "Are you the one who shouted at the mountain, claiming to be the Destined One?"

Tang An shook the megaphone in her hand, "It's still playing, isn't it obvious?"

Baimu Mojun let out a cold snort, "You really are just a mortal."

However, he could not fathom the depth of the three people behind Tang An.

"How did you know my name? And why have you come to this place?"

He did not believe that anyone would be so eager to seek death, intentionally delivering themselves into the mouth of a demon.

"Isn't it obvious?" Tang An raised her hand to gesture for Baimu Mojun to look at Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha behind her.

"We're here to harvest you for medicinal wine." Her cheeky smile showed she didn't consider Baimu Mojun a person at all.

Oh right, he wasn't a person to begin with.

Baimu Mojun sneered, "You don't know the height of the sky or the depth of the earth!"

Tang An took out a gold brick, "Can't help it, I really don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is; I was sleeping back in school, and I don't even know if the teachers taught it."

"Setting that question aside, I'll have to trouble you. To go through the motions with us, I still have to pay a visit to your Huanghua Temple."

"How about this, I won't make things difficult for you; the four of you, no more and no less, can act as sedan chair bearers and carry me up."