Chapter 511: Journey to the West World?!

Tang Yuhan did not continue discussing the matter of address with Zhu Bajie.

As he said, could it really be necessary to call her the female bodhisattva?

I always feel this form of address is strange; when spoken by a few master-disciple mouths, its meaning differs from the original.

Leading Zhu Bajie through the hall, they arrived at the activity and entertainment area.

The Jincheng Club occupies a large area, with all kinds of facilities complete, including entertainment facilities.

You Guanghe is now with several Shenmo Xingzou in the KTV area, drinking and singing, just missing eating hot pot.

You Guanghe did not take the microphone, but softly sang along, obviously in a good mood.

His good mood is not without reason.

Two days ago, the Bloody Queen Tang Yuhan still met with him, saying he could stay here for a few more days without worry.

What does this mean? It means the attitude above has become clear; this matter will be thoroughly shelved.

And from now on, he belongs to Xuanzang the Holy Monk.

Staying here a bit longer, he will soon be able to leave; You Guanghe plans to go with An'an then to meet Xuanzang the Holy Monk.

Hold tight to the thigh!

A great virtuous monk, compassionate at heart—truly wonderful!

As for the other undercurrents, to be honest, You Guanghe really did not notice them.

He also did not realize that several people gathering around him harbored different thoughts.

Calling them spies would not be an exaggeration.

The door of the soundproof private room was violently pushed open, and the sound of ghosts wailing and wolves howling came out.

Zhu Bajie frowned slightly; his singing was truly unpleasant to hear.

"You are..." You Guanghe looked over, saw Zhu Bajie, and indicated he did not know him.

Actually, truly knowing Zhu Bajie's appearance and being able to match his person and identity—there are not many Shenmo Xingzou who can do that.

You Guanghe has never seen Zhu Bajie, only heard people say that beside Master Xuanzang there are disciples (subordinates) with great strength.

But seeing Tang Yuhan lagging one step behind Zhu Bajie.

Everyone stood up.

You Guanghe and another new team member piled on full smiles, while several other Shenmo Xingzou had changing expressions, as if they had thought of something.

Someone reacted quickly, immediately pausing the music.

Inside the not-large private room, there was complete silence.

"Tang Zong." You Guanghe stepped forward two steps, looked at Zhu Bajie, and said, "This person is..."

Tang Yuhan's Bloody Queen is a nickname, not an external form of address.

Zhu Bajie laughed: "You Guanghe, right?"

"Yes. I am..." You Guanghe unconsciously stepped back one step.

Why do I feel this fat man's smile is a bit dangerous?

"If it's yes, then it's correct; your matter has occurred." Zhu Bajie laughed, extending his hand toward You Guanghe.

Although his mind is not particularly sharp, he misjudged the situation.

But as a third-rank Shenmo Xingzou, he still has some strength; You Guanghe reacted immediately, and did not seek help from Tang Yuhan.

His upper garment instantly shattered, from behind grew two incredibly thick arms.

His original arms also swelled, four arms emerged together, meeting Zhu Bajie's descending palm.

"Huh?" Zhu Bajie's movement paused, revealing a hint of surprise; the extended hand changed direction, grabbing toward empty space.

"Ah!"

A miserable cry rang out; Zhu Bajie's palm, like a cattail fan, grabbed hold of some invisible thing.

Then, a human-shaped outline appeared, becoming clear; the original You Guanghe turned into an afterimage and vanished.

In Zhu Bajie's hand, he gripped a person's head—namely, You Guanghe's.

The young man's combat awareness is not bad, and his choice is quite correct.

He manifested two arms, clearly intending to resist, and used a chaotic afterimage to draw attention, while his true body hid and fled.

Only unfortunate that the person he met was too strong, giving him no chance to escape.

"Who are you! I am Xuanzang the Holy Monk's man!" You Guanghe shouted loudly through the pain.

Who is it? Dare to defy the great taboo of the world and strike him, giving no face to Xuanzang the Holy Monk?

"You are dead! We are Xuanzang the Holy Monk's men! Tang Zong, you just watch!" Another Shenmo Xingzou also shouted loudly.

He is a new member of An'an's team, a fate-holder, but has not joined the Wulin Shenhua.

Zhu Bajie looked over; this person is only about fourteen or fifteen years old, with acne still on his face, and his fiery energy is quite strong.

"You people." Zhu Bajie looked at the others in the private room, "Actually bringing bad influence to youths with undetermined worldviews, encouraging them to become 'Shenmo Er Dai.' Won't your conscience hurt? He's still just a child!"

Saying this, he slapped out, sending that child flying to the ground, unable to get up.

"Little kid, one look tells me you haven't suffered society's beating." Zhu Bajie said, "No problem, today you will have it—yes, just you few, beat this guy up; I never strike to bully little kids."

"..."

Those few Shenmo Xingzou looked at each other.

"Huh?" Zhu Bajie slightly raised his tone.

No more nonsense; those people immediately stepped forward, amid the shouting of "What are you doing! I am An'an's teammate, I am Xuanzang the Holy Monk's man...", they began the true societal beating.

"You..." You Guanghe grabbed Zhu Bajie's hand as it loosened, his body also not continuing to struggle.

"Now you guess who I am? Raising the tiger's skin and waving the big flag, the master's people—you also deserve it?"

Zhu Bajie looked at You Guanghe; amid his terrified gaze, he shoved his head into the wall.

"Uh—Mr. Tang, sorry." After finishing, Zhu Bajie suddenly realized this was someone else's place.

"It's fine." Tang Yuhan shook her head.

"Then leave him to Zhao Lao." Zhu Bajie pointed at the unconscious Yu Guanghe.

Tang Yuhan nodded slightly.

Zhu Bajie looked at the few people still being socially beaten: "You go back and tell your masters, each person write a 3000-word self-criticism, submit it tomorrow. If you can deeply recognize your mistakes, this matter is dropped. If not deep enough, write another thirty thousand words! Handwritten!"

"..."

The social beating stopped—writing self-criticisms?

You're making a group of big shots, or at least those who think they are, somewhat capable people write a 3000-word self-criticism?

Are you treating them like elementary school students?

But one must admit, not to mention in front of the Holy Monk Xuanzang, even in front of his disciple Zhu Bajie, their masters are hardly different from elementary school students.

"Mr. Tang, I think we'll just leave it like that—what do you think?" Zhu Bajie said, "Uh, the renovation repair costs can be claimed from Near Science or Divine Martial Myth."

Tang Yuhan looked at Zhu Bajie and spoke the classic line: "As long as you and your master are happy, that's good."

The next day, a pile of 3000-word self-criticisms was delivered into Tang Luo's hands.

He flipped through them casually, then handed them to Kongming and Zhao Hongmiao—how to handle them is their business.

Tang Luo's attitude already showed that Kongming and Zhao Hongmiao's side had greatly reduced pressure; pacifying this undercurrent was no longer difficult.

As for the content of the self-criticisms, it must be quite profound.

If not profound enough, who knows whether next time's thirty thousand words will truly just require writing thirty thousand words to pass.

An'an came over and tapped lightly on Yu Guanghe's matter.

But ultimately did not speak to plead for mercy.

With time passing, gradually entering the world where gods and demons walk, An'an increasingly understood what the three words "Tang Xuanzang" represent.

Especially after the Bei Ou incident.

After all, the two of them didn't grow up together; An'an finds it hard to be as carefree as before, tangling with Tang Luo without a care in the world.

This must be the price of growth, An'an thought to herself.

The Killing Heaven Star is also a literary young woman with seven apertures and an exquisite heart—after all, she's a college student.

A few days later, as Kongming and the others delivered a fate fragment from Yu Guanghe, all the undercurrents were completely quelled.

After consuming the fate fragment, Tang Luo's strength remained at sixty percent, with no change.

—

"Shadow Bind!" Xiao Bai Long let out a low cry; his shadow stretched across the ground, becoming long and narrow, then wrapped around Zhu Bajie's body.

"Why do you shout it out?" Zhu Bajie asked, "Isn't that just alerting others?"

Thinking of how he usually sets up formations silently, undetected by gods or ghosts, it's hard to be noticed by people.

"Shouting it out looks cooler." Ao Yu Lie said naturally.

Indeed, with Ao Yu Lie's appearance, reaching forward, hair slightly fluttering—how could the word "cool" not apply?

You can lose a fight, but showing off must be cool.

"Besides, at this level, what can be bound, I can catch even if I shout; what can't be bound, I don't shout and there's not much difference." Ao Yu Lie thought it through clearly.

A dragon living one lifetime—strong is strong only to a certain extent.

If you still can't be cool, what's the difference from a salted fish?

"Alright, prepare—take out the golden hoop, and when the time comes, offer it as sacrifice." Tang Luo, holding the Xiaotian Dog in his arms nearby, reminded them.

Time passed; the sixteenth mission was about to begin, and with the kind-hearted Bodhisattva Dizang's information, the golden hoop left by Guanyin Bodhisattva now had a use.

I don't know if we'll meet old acquaintances this time...

"In the Eastern Lands, only because heaven is high and earth thick, things broad and people numerous, many greedy and murderous, many lustful and deceitful, many bullying and fraudulent, disloyal and unfilial, unjust and unkind, concealing guilt and self-deception, using big scales for small weights—harming lives and slaughtering animals. They have created boundless evil, sins full and evil overflowing, thus bringing heavenly disasters."

"The human race withers, barely clinging to life."

"Go to the place where gods and buddhas exist, seek the way for the human race to rise again."

As the golden hoop was offered, position confirmed, a segment of information entered Tang Luo and the others' minds.

"Buddha?" Zhu Bajie and Ao Yu Lie widened their eyes.

"Buddha, is it you? Buddha, are you there?" Tang Luo shouted loudly.

The background-like introduction in the mission information—Tang Luo had heard it before.

When it was decreed that Tang Luo go fetch scriptures, the Tathagata said exactly that—he launched a huge map cannon, worthy of being the first regional black in the Mountain-Sea Realm.

Fortunately, his strength was sufficient, so no one countered him.

"Hey! What's the noise, shouting in surprise over one mission—do you want to die!" A fellow traveler, a god-demon walker, complained angrily, tone fierce.

This time, Tang Luo and company were not "completing the mission alone," but had four other god-demon walkers traveling with them.

"This scripture-fetching mission... looks like this is our mission world," another god-demon walker said.

Ao Yu Lie looked over—these four people were clearly acquainted, likely members of the same small team.

Three tall, one short—golden hair, brown hair, red hair—made them look like killing horse specials.

But one must admit, all four are quite handsome.

They feel like the cowboys of Yingzhou Island.

Listening closely to their words, although the god-demon game gave universal language comprehension, if you pay attention, you can still hear what language they're speaking.

Indeed, they are god-demon walkers from Yingzhou Island.