Chapter 172

Over the next few days, Xuanzang and the others stayed peacefully on this Qilin Mountain.

Every day, Xuanzang was taken away by Sibuxiang to discuss the Dao as usual, while Yang Jian and the others were relatively idle.

In just half a day, Yang Jian and the others had already grasped the situation of this so-called Qilin Mountain.

It turned out that the minor demons on this Qilin Mountain were not pure-blooded Qilins at all, and even Sibuxiang himself was not a pure-blooded Qilin. The reason he was favored by Yuanshi Tianzun was purely because he was rare, and also because of Yuanshi Tianzun's aesthetic taste, which was different from ordinary people.

Sibuxiang occupying the mountain as king here was actually not Yuanshi Tianzun's intention at all; he had come down the mountain on his own.

Back when the Saints were trapped in Chaos, Yuanshi Tianzun only took the Nine-Dragon Agarwood Carriage with him, while Sibuxiang was left behind on Mount Kunlun. Because he was the Saint's mount, his life on Mount Kunlun could be considered passable.

Originally, Sibuxiang was doing quite well on Mount Kunlun, until he learned about the affairs of the Single-Horned Rhinoceros and the Bull Demon King. He felt that he absolutely had to go down the mountain and do something, otherwise, he would lose a lot of face.

The mounts of the Taishang Saint and the Shangqing Saint had both gone down the mountain to plot for merit; if he, the mount of the Yuqing Saint, didn't show something, wouldn't that be a bit bad?

With this thought in mind, Sibuxiang went down the mountain. He then set up camp five hundred miles west of Jindu Mountain and subsequently named the place Qilin Mountain. He even made a trip to Qilin Cliff to bring out those mixed-blood Qilins to serve as his minor demons.

These mixed-blood Qilins were not well-regarded within their clan, so when Sibuxiang came, they were willing to follow him. After all, Sibuxiang was the most successful among them, having become a Saint's mount.

Although these Qilins were mixed-blood, they were still Qilins after all. When these Qilins settled down on Qilin Mountain, their own auspicious Qi influenced the environment of the mountain, eventually turning it into what it was now.

When Yang Jian and the others received this news, they were also stunned. This Sibuxiang was truly acting on impulse; for Yuanshi Tianzun to be such an overbearing person, his mount actually had such a personality.

"I didn't expect it to be like this. The reason why this Sibuxiang is not well-liked has finally been found," Dapeng said with a smile.

"Indeed, Yuanshi Tianzun is such an overbearing and tyrannical person, yet his mount has such a personality. No wonder Yuanshi Tianzun always rides the Nine-Dragon Agarwood Carriage when he travels," Ao Mo'ang said with a smile.

Sibuxiang had no idea that Yang Jian and the others were discussing him. At this moment, he was lecturing on the Dao to Xuanzang. Looking at the expression on his face, he was still very fond of such things.

Sibuxiang was happy with his lecture, but it was miserable for Xuanzang to listen to. The main thing was that what he was talking about was simply too superficial, which made Xuanzang sleepy.

However, he could not refuse to listen now. The main reason was that the place was filled with auspicious Qi and looked like a blessed land of immortals. Furthermore, Xuanzang was currently playing the role of someone whose memory had been wiped. Sibuxiang had not forced him but had treated him with courtesy; he could not refuse now.

Finally, seven days passed. Xuanzang felt that he should be able to take his leave; otherwise, he would truly be exposed and then give this Sibuxiang a sound beating.

"Benefactor, we have disturbed you for several days. Today, we are prepared to bid you farewell." That day, Xuanzang found Sibuxiang and said this to him.

Upon hearing Xuanzang's words, Sibuxiang's expression turned somewhat ugly. Back at the Single-Horned Rhinoceros's place, he had been able to stay for more than half a year, but here, he wanted to leave after only seven days. Was he looking down on him?

"Holy Monk, is it that this King has not taken good care of you?" Sibuxiang asked. When he said this, a stiff smile hung on his face.

"Benefactor, this poor monk has already disturbed you for many days. It is time to set off for the Western Heaven to worship the Buddha and seek the scriptures." Xuanzang pressed his palms together, his face full of piety.

"Hmph! You were not like this when you were at Jindu Mountain. You stayed there for more than half a year! Why is it only a few days here at my place? Are you looking down on this King?" Sibuxiang's face changed instantly.

"Amitabha, this poor monk does not know what the Benefactor is talking about, but this poor monk has indeed been delayed here for a long time. If we do not set off again, I fear the Buddha will punish us." Xuanzang continued to play his role as best he could.

"This King does not allow it. And don't put on an act for this King; I know your background. Either you stay here with this King for a full year, or this King will tie you here for a year. You choose."

"Amitabha, Benefactor, this poor monk also has a few disciples under his command who can be of service." A trace of deserved indignation appeared on Xuanzang's face.

"You can try!" Sibuxiang snorted coldly. With a wave of his hand, a golden magic rope bound Xuanzang.

Outside Qilin Cliff, Yang Jian and the others waited for a while and discovered that Xuanzang still hadn't come out, which made them frown.

"It seems something must have happened. Let's go in and take a look." Yang Jian realized immediately that something must have gone wrong.

The Xuanzang currently being played was not someone with cultivation; he was a monk with no power to truss a chicken, so they had to go and save him.

Just as Yang Jian and the others were preparing to enter Qilin Cliff, that group of mixed-blood Qilins blocked the entrance directly.

"Brothers, what is going on? Why is everyone so serious today?" Yang Jian said with a smile, then approached them step by step.

"Stop, move back." Just as Yang Jian took two steps, one of the minor demons scolded him sternly.

Seeing the attitude of this minor demon, everyone looked at each other. It seemed that Sibuxiang had indeed turned hostile.

"Hmph!" The Black Bear Spirit snorted coldly and disappeared from where he stood. By the time he appeared again, he was already behind the two minor demons guarding the gate, and those two had been knocked unconscious by him.

The reason the Black Bear Spirit did not kill these two minor demons was actually because of their status. Although they were mixed-blood Qilins, they were still Qilins, and they had not committed any murders since they came out of the mountains. If he killed them, it would damage his own fortune.

"Let's go, let's go in and see what's going on." Dapeng said at this moment.

After entering Qilin Cliff, the Black Bear Spirit led the way, knocking out every minor demon they encountered. Very quickly, they arrived at the place where Xuanzang and Sibuxiang often discussed the Dao.

"It really is like this." After arriving at the place of discussion, Yang Jian and the others saw Xuanzang and Sibuxiang.

At this moment, Xuanzang was sitting opposite Sibuxiang with a worried look on his face, bound by the golden magic rope, while Sibuxiang was talking incessantly opposite him.

"Who let you in? Where are my subordinates?" Upon seeing Yang Jian and the others, Sibuxiang's expression turned gloomy instantly.

"Sorry! Your subordinates didn't want to let us in, so you know!" The Black Bear Spirit looked at Sibuxiang and said with a smile.

"What? This King will kill you!" Hearing the Black Bear Spirit's words, Sibuxiang's eyes widened instantly, and then he lunged directly at the Black Bear Spirit.

Seeing Sibuxiang lunging over, the Black Bear Spirit had no intention of dodging at all, because he knew it was impossible for him to be injured.

Sure enough, just as Sibuxiang approached, Yang Jian and Dapeng intercepted him.

"Kidnapping Master Xuanzang, this is the price." Yang Jian did not explain anything but said coldly.

While Yang Jian was speaking, Sun Wukong had already untied the restraints on Xuanzang and brought him to his side.

"Amitabha, this poor monk thanks the Benefactor for the hospitality these past few days. We shall take our leave now." Xuanzang said to Sibuxiang with a smile.

Actually, Xuanzang had no other intentions; he just wanted to play his current role well and tell Sibuxiang that he was leaving.

However, Sibuxiang seemed to have misunderstood Xuanzang's meaning. Seeing the smile on Xuanzang's face, he subconsciously assumed that Xuanzang was mocking him.

There were six Saints in the Primordial World. The two Western Saints had no mounts, and the mount of Goddess Nüwa rarely appeared in the Primordial World. The only ones left were the mounts of the Three Pure Ones.

Among the mounts of the Three Pure Ones, his own existence was the lowest. Although he was the mount of Yuanshi Tianzun, Yuanshi Tianzun basically used the Nine-Dragon Agarwood Carriage for travel, so Sibuxiang had very few opportunities to appear.

Xuanzang could stay at Jindu Mountain for such a long time but was unwilling to stay at Qilin Mountain for two more days. In Sibuxiang's view, this was not giving him face, because his strength was not as great as the Single-Horned Rhinoceros's, and he was not as famous as the Single-Horned Rhinoceros.

The more he thought about it, the angrier Sibuxiang became, and then a powerful murderous aura suddenly appeared on his body.

"Today, you will stay whether you want to or not." Sibuxiang snorted coldly, rushed directly toward Xuanzang, and reached out to grab his neck.

When Sibuxiang's hand clamped onto Xuanzang's neck, the demonic Qi within Xuanzang's body immediately became restless, but in the end, it was suppressed by Xuanzang. It was not yet time to be exposed.

"How bold!" Seeing this scene, Yang Jian and the others roared in anger.

"Sibuxiang, don't think that just because you are a Saint's mount, we wouldn't dare to kill you. You had better release Master Xuanzang, otherwise, we will make sure you die without a burial place." Dapeng looked at Sibuxiang coldly.

"Just based on you lot?" Sibuxiang snorted coldly.

The next second, golden light radiated from his body, and then a rope, a piece of unknown animal skin, and a yellowish bell appeared beside Sibuxiang.

"Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" Dapeng snorted coldly and then disappeared from where he stood.

Sibuxiang knew what Dapeng wanted to do. With a thought, the rope floating beside him bound Xuanzang tightly.

The next second, just as Dapeng appeared, Xuanzang had already been hung from the ceiling of the cave dwelling by Sibuxiang.

When Xuanzang was hung up, the bell rang accordingly. Except for the Da Luo Golden Immortals like Dapeng and the others, everyone else rolled their eyes and fainted instantly.

Immediately after, that unknown animal skin draped over Sibuxiang, and a leather armor exuding an ancient and desolate aura appeared on his body.

"Both being Da Luo Golden Immortals, would this King be afraid of you?" Sibuxiang snorted coldly at Yang Jian and the others. After his words fell, he disappeared from where he stood.

Yang Jian and the others subconsciously assumed a defensive posture and put up protective barriers, but they were still a beat too slow.

Bang—

With a muffled thud, Ao Mo'ang flew backward. While in the air, he spat out a large mouthful of blood mist and did not climb up for a long time after landing.

"Cough, cough, cough! Be careful, this Sibuxiang's attacks are very strong!" Ao Mo'ang coughed a few times and said to everyone.

"This King will beat you all into submission today, and then I will discuss the Dao with the Holy Monk." Sibuxiang snorted coldly, and his entire person disappeared again.

"Do you think you can still attack us?" Yang Jian said coldly. At this moment, he had already activated his Heavenly Eye.

"Spatial fluctuations, it seems it must be because of that animal skin." Sensing the fluctuations in the surrounding space, Sun Wukong said.

As his words fell, Sibuxiang appeared behind Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong was a monkey by birth, and his agility was not slow. The moment Sibuxiang appeared, Sun Wukong struck back with his staff. Unfortunately, he did not hit Sibuxiang because he sensed something was wrong and immediately disappeared again.

"Let's stand back-to-back. I don't believe we can't find his weakness." Ao Mo'ang had already recovered by this time.

"Sending you all to the West!" Sibuxiang's voice came from all directions.

As his words fell, Sun Wukong suffered a frontal attack but managed to block it. However, there was not a trace of a smile on Sun Wukong's face; he felt that Sibuxiang was insulting him.

He didn't attack anyone else, but chose to attack him specifically. Did this mean that in Sibuxiang's eyes, he was the weakest in the group? Could he tolerate this?

"Old Sun is going to kill you!" Sun Wukong roared and revealed his original form.

Sun Wukong's original form was a large golden-haired gorilla. Apart from his fur, his true body was extremely ugly, because after revealing his true form, Sun Wukong was baring his fangs and brandishing his claws, looking exceptionally hideous.

"If Old Sun doesn't kill you, I swear I won't be a monkey!" After Sun Wukong roared, he began to wreak havoc in the cave, because he didn't know where Sibuxiang was now either.

"Good opportunity, save him!" Seeing Sun Wukong causing havoc, Ao Mo'ang sent a voice transmission to Dapeng.

"Received!" Dapeng said, then disappeared from where he stood. By the time he appeared again, he had already arrived at Xuanzang's side.

"Go!" Dapeng tried, but he couldn't destroy this rope in an instant. Resigned, he hoisted Xuanzang onto his shoulder and disappeared from the cave dwelling.

"Ah!!!" Hiding in the shadows, Sibuxiang saw Xuanzang being snatched away and let out a roar of anger.

This roar attracted Sun Wukong's attention, and he immediately ran toward the source of the sound.

With one punch, the space vibrated, and Sibuxiang fell out of the void. Before Sibuxiang could stand steady, Sun Wukong's second punch arrived. In his haste, Sibuxiang crossed his arms in front of his chest, wanting to block Sun Wukong's strike.

But the effect didn't seem to be great, because this was a punch from Sun Wukong filled with anger. Sibuxiang looked like a long-range mage; he simply couldn't block this punch from Sun Wukong, and his whole body was sent flying by the impact.

(End of chapter)