Chapter 586

"Poor monk..."

Tang Luo looked at the corpse of the monk who had inexplicably died, the one who was supposed to be Tang Sanzang, and said, "He was planning to go with you to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures. Do you believe that?"

"Heh."

Sun Wukong stared at Tang Sanzang's corpse, sneering without saying a word.

On the other side, Zhu Wuneng (the Zhu Bajie of this world), Zhu Bajie, Ao Yulie, and the Heavenly Hound also rushed over.

Missing a Sha Wujing.

"What's going on?" Tang Luo asked.

Zhu Bajie said, "I exchanged a few blows with that Sha Wujing, and the White Dragon Horse was frightened and ran over here."

"This dragon won't do." Ao Yulie said, "He got frightened so easily—just one look and you can tell he hasn't experienced any major scenes, hasn't undergone any trials."

"He's still too young."

"Master—" Zhu Wuneng walked up to Tang Sanzang's corpse, which bore no discernible features, his expression strange, "Monkey, did you really kill him?"

"It wasn't me." Sun Wukong pointed at Tang Luo.

Zhu Wuneng looked at Tang Luo: "You killed him?" His expression was extremely strange, looking as if he were crying, yet also as if he were laughing.

"He killed himself by crashing into something." Tang Luo said.

"... Hahahaha." Zhu Wuneng began to laugh, bursting into loud laughter.

"Stupid pig." Sun Wukong tugged at the tight band on his head, but try as he might, he couldn't pull it off, he cursed angrily, "Damn it! That stinking monk is dead! I'm not doing this anymore! Why won't it come off!"

Zhu Wuneng stopped laughing: "The pilgrimage mission isn't completed yet, and you still want to take it off?"

Sun Wukong ignored him, his hands already sunk into his skull, blood dripping, yet the tight band seemed to have grown into his head, as if it were part of him.

Even if he lifted his own skullcap, he still couldn't remove it.

After a moment, he collapsed limp on the ground, with no strength left, only the fire in his eyes still burning.

"You... you... did... what...!"

The words squeezed out from between his teeth, as if coming from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, cold and icy seeping deep into the bones.

Each word deliberate, hatred surging to the heavens.

Everyone looked over, and Sha Wujing slowly walked over, his eyes fixed dead on Tang Sanzang's corpse.

"This is a misunderstanding, do you believe it?" Tang Luo said.

"Exactly, this is a misunderstanding." Zhu Bajie spoke with conviction, "If you hadn't attacked me, the White Dragon Horse wouldn't have been frightened, he wouldn't have collided with the master, the master only gave him a light push—who asked this monk to be so frail, clearly wearing that splendid kasaya!"

The splendid monk's robes on Tang Sanzang's body were obviously also a treasure.

By rights, at that time the situation should have triggered the treasure to protect its master, and Tang Sanzang shouldn't have died no matter what, but he did die, making the whole affair seem quite strange.

Moreover, after Tang Sanzang died, only Sha Wujing showed extreme anger.

The behavior of Sun Wukong and Zhu Wujing was quite strange, hard to say what emotion they were feeling, but it could be certain, it was definitely not grief.

Sha Wujing also felt no trace of grief, only anger, pure anger.

That fury had already completely consumed him.

"Die!"

Sha Wujing roared and lunged at Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie also struck out fiercely, backhandedly suppressing this already irrational Sha Wujing.

"Master?" Zhu Bajie looked toward Tang Luo.

"I've enlightened him." Tang Luo said, delivering the coldest words in the most matter-of-fact tone.

Zhu Bajie also held nothing back, immediately striking out and obliterating Sha Wujing's form and spirit.

Sun Wukong and Zhu Wuneng watched expressionlessly for a long while, then Zhu Wuneng finally said, "If I had that kind of strength, how good that would be."

Just now they had already verified identities—Zhu Bajie had used Tang Luo's explanation, which was actually the truth, he really was another world's another Zhu Bajie.

Everyone were "parallel counterparts" to each other.

Sha Wujing didn't know why, suddenly went mad and attacked Zhu Bajie, and during their fight they startled the White Dragon Horse.

Thus came the present two corpses.

These few other "mes" looked, compared to this group of demons and monsters, far better in appearance—saying they had the looks of immortals wouldn't be an exaggeration.

But the ruthlessness of their strikes made one feel a chill.

They were exactly like that group of cold-hearted gods and buddhas.

On the other side, the White Dragon Horse, which had just retransformed into a dragon, seized this opportunity to suddenly soar into the sky, turning into a streak of flowing light and vanishing.

"Not bad speed." Ao Yulie said, "Want to chase? Master."

"No chase." Tang Luo said, "Hmm... numbers-wise, we actually gained one."

He looked at Zhu Wuneng.

Zhu Wuneng's massive body trembled, understanding the meaning of this white-haired Tang Sanzang.

He added him.

We few people have "Tang Sanzang," we have "White Dragon Horse," we have "Zhu Bajie," and this Zhu Wuneng of mine seems to be redundant.

These people are going to replace our positions!

Zhu Wuneng, heart in his throat, was thinking that, when he heard Tang Luo say again.

"Forget it, it's not really an addition, Bajie, you take on the appearance of that Sha Wujing."

"Okay, Master." Zhu Bajie shook his body and transformed, becoming the likeness of that Sha Wujing.

As for Sha Wujing, as a simple, newly constructed artifact spirit, he doesn't need to come out to replace Sha Wujing's position—continuing his cultivation is fine.

"Master, you want to go get the scriptures again?" Ao Yulie asked.

"Let's go and see." Tang Luo smiled, looking at Zhu Wuneng and Sun Wukong, "We killed your master and your martial brother, now we accompany you with a master and a martial brother—do you have any objections?"

Zhu Wuneng shook his head.

Sun Wukong said nothing, the wound on his head had already disappeared, but his face and hair were stained red with blood, looking extremely ferocious.

"No objections, then. So I declare the Friendly Mutual Assistance Scripture-Seeking Team officially established—let's go play in the Western Heaven." Tang Luo smiled brightly.

"Master, the mission..." Zhu Bajie reminded him timely amidst the gray mist.

Their mission this time was relatively "simple," at least not requiring too much thought—just successfully leaving the Pingdingshan Mountain Range would do.

It also meant they could not reach the Western Heaven.

"No matter, we'll see when the time comes—if we can stay, we stay; if not, just one of us staying will do." Tang Luo said, "I really want to see how this scripture-seeking mission is a dark method."

As a team, three members (Tang Luo, Ao Yulie, Zhu Bajie—Sha Wujing and Xiaotianquan don't count), as long as one member fails to successfully leave the Pingdingshan Mountain Range, the mission is not considered complete.

"This corpse..." Zhu Wuneng pointed at the corpses of Tang Seng and Sha Seng.

Tang Luo pointed a finger, and liuli fire ignited the two corpses, soon turning them into two piles of ashes.

"Let's go, on to the scripture-seeking." Tang Luo said with high spirits.

Ao Yulie transformed into a white horse, Tang Luo mounted it, and Xiaotianquan jumped onto Tang Luo's shoulder.

"Wait, Master." Zhu Wuneng quickly got into role, "You look like this..."

"Have the demons seen my appearance?" Tang Luo asked.

Zhu Wuneng shook his head; the demons knew the legendary scripture-seeker—eating his flesh grants immortality—but they don't know what the scripture-seeker looks like.

Moreover, in many demons' eyes, people all look roughly the same.

"Then it's settled." Tang Luo said.

As long as the demons don't know what Tang Seng looks like, it's fine.

As for the heavenly gods and buddhas, Tang Luo couldn't care less—he actually hopes to see these "another person from another world."

Tang Luo's scripture-seeking isn't a urgent need—it's just "recalling youth running under the sunset."

Moreover, the demons in this world, wiped out, should also have merit power, right?

Zhu Wuneng said nothing more, ran over, lifted the tattered burden, inside were the alms bowl and the passage documents.

Scripture-seeking cannot be done by flying directly—it must be step by step, walking through those places that ought to be walked, to exchange for passage documents.

This task is for redemption through service—naturally not simple, it will be arduous.

That monk is not someone easy to get along with.

Senior and junior brothers are not really senior and junior brothers at all.

Sun Wukong was the great demon king who once waged war against the Heavenly Court, killing until heaven and earth darkened, finally captured.

The title Qi Tian Da Sheng sounds mighty, but in the end, he's now just a prisoner of war, a mad dog with a collar.

This mad dog can't bite those gods and buddhas, but biting a former immortal, now equally down-and-out demon, is no problem.

The white dragon horse needs no further explanation.

Sha Wujing, nicknamed Juánlián Dàjiàng, is actually just a gatekeeper—unknown who he offended, he was demoted and now suffers alongside them.

All day he says little, only responsible for leading the horse and protecting Tang Seng.

He looks loyal and devoted, but Zhu Wuneng feels this guy... even Sun Wukong is more normal than him.

Now it gets interesting.

Suddenly, a few people who are neither demon, nor god, nor buddha, nor ghost appeared out of nowhere, killing Tang Seng and Sha Seng.

Then these people transformed themselves, intending to replace them in seeking the scriptures.

"Haha..." Zhu Wuneng grinned, shouldering the burden steadily, suddenly feeling no disgust.

He wanted nothing more than to smash the burden on his shoulder and charge into the heavens.

But he merely steadied the burden and caught up with the white dragon horse ahead.

"Is this thing heavy?" Zhu Bajie asked, slowing his pace.

"Still manageable." Zhu Wuneng said, looking at the "Sha Wujing" beside him—his transformation technique is extremely profound.

He couldn't tell the difference between this Sha Wujing and the previous one—even that gloomy aura is exactly the same.

Only, your master "Tang Xuanzang" sits proudly on the white horse with a completely different appearance, swaying leisurely.

Could this be the killer's mace and trump card?

But clearly, Tang Xuanzang's strength is the greatest.

If Tang Seng had half of that strength, the scripture-seeking mission wouldn't be a difficult path of redemption—it would be a broad, smooth road.

Lost in thought, Zhu Wuneng steadied the burden on his shoulder again, as if it had become instinct.

He himself seemed not to have noticed.

"Wukong ah."

Tang Luo, riding the horse, spoke—his practiced tone seemed to be greeting the real Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong walked in front, occasionally glancing upward, gave no reply, merely paused his steps to indicate he had heard Tang Luo's words.

Tang Luo's earlier words, he had taken in some.

"Do you know the Lotus Cave on Pingdingshan?"

"Never heard of it—what demon's territory is it?" Sun Wukong asked.

"The two golden and silver boys beside Taishang Laojun descended to the mortal realm as demons." Tang Luo said.

Sun Wukong's face turned strange as he turned back: "Descended to the mortal realm as demons? Probably came just to kill me, right?"