Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Sha Wujing spoke very honestly, "Second Brother, don't worry. I'll just follow from behind."

Zhu Ganglie smiled in satisfaction, but just as he relaxed, a gust of wind blew by, and Sha Wujing had already passed him.

Zhu Ganglie's face immediately darkened, and he roared, "Sha the Third, are you treating your words like farts?"

Sha Wujing turned his head back and grinned naively, "Second Brother, I said I'd follow from behind, but I didn't say behind you! You should fly slower. I'm going to chase after our Master."

Having said that, Sha Wujing sped up. No matter how hard Zhu Ganglie tried, he always fell just a bit short. Just as his hand could almost reach him, he still couldn't catch up. This infuriated Zhu Ganglie so much that he almost wished he could pull out his rake and give him a good smack.

Tang Sanzang led his disciples on a wild run, markedly faster this time. They soon left the territory of Black Water River, crossed over mountains and rivers, yet encountered not a single monster.

But what depressed Tang Sanzang the most was his wig. As time passed, it started to shed hairs. At first, it was bearable; only three or five hairs would fall out, and he could adjust his hair to cover it up.

Later, clumps of hairs began to fall, rendering him patchily bald!

Even more depressing, whether the White Dragon Horse did it on purpose, he wasn't sure, but its tail had only a thin layer of fuzz. Baldy wanted to pluck some more hairs, but it was impossible.

In the end, he realized that being completely bald, although not good-looking, was definitely better than his current patchy baldness.

So, he threw away his wig and decided to continue being bald.

That day, as they were walking along, a loud shout suddenly came from all around, "Attack!"

In an instant, a group of men, each wielding weapons, sprang out and surrounded Tang Sanzang and his disciples.

Tang Sanzang was stunned and said, "Amitabha, gentlemen, why this? We're just a bunch of poor monks. You've chosen the wrong targets to rob."

The leader, a man with a stubbly beard, sneered, "Monk, we're here to rob monks!"

Just then, a hand as large as a door panel reached out, grabbed the big-bearded man, and casually threw him aside.

The other robbers were just about to resist when a pig-headed figure charged at them, sending people and horses toppling!

The four-meter-tall man, arms wide, grabbed left and right – each grab precise, hurling them twenty meters away.

In the blink of an eye, fifteen robbers were knocked to the ground.

One moment they were fiercely menacing; the next, they were neatly kneeling before Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang and his disciples each took a stool, lounged with their legs crossed, and munched on sunflower seeds, watching the men before them. "Alright, now you can start telling stories. If you tell them well, you live. If not... Wujing!"
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Sha Wujing placed a large iron pot on the ground, effortlessly ripped a large tree apart, made a bonfire, and while fidgeting with the skull on his necklace, gave a sinister smile, "Master, I understand. So, shall everyone have roast or stew? Personally, I think we could try roast human. I guarantee they'll watch themselves be devoured down to their bones!"

Upon hearing this, the dozens of robbers peed themselves on the spot, and the bearded man shouted, "Your Lordships, ask us anything. I promise to tell you everything!"

Seeing this, Sun Wukong laughed, "Alright then, tell us why you attacked us."

The bearded man said, "Your Lordships, it wasn't that we wanted to attack you. It's just… we couldn't help it."

Before Sun Wukong could ask, the bearded man continued, "You see, Your Lordships, you look like you're from out of town and don't know our situation.

We live in Chechi Kingdom. A few years ago, there was a great drought in Chechi Kingdom, leaving the people starving. That's when three immortals descended from the sky – Tiger Strength Immortal, Sheep Strength Immortal, and Deer Strength Immortal.

Upon their arrival, they performed magic to summon rain, alleviating the great drought in Chechi Kingdom."

Zhu Ganglie furrowed his brows, "What does this have to do with robbing us?"

"Your Lordship, hear me out. Our Chechi Kingdom used to coexist in both Buddhism and Taoism, but since the great drought, His Majesty demanded that someone from either Buddhism or Taoism summon rain.

At that time, the Buddhist Disciples would only sit there and chant scriptures, having chanted for three days and nights without a drop of rain falling.

But when those three Immortals made their move, it was with thunderous winds and torrential rains.

In that competition, Buddhism lost, and the emperor immediately deemed Buddhism useless.

The three Immortals took the opportunity to persuade the emperor to demolish the temples, smash the Buddha statues, revoke all ordination certificates, and even reduce all monks to slaves for those three Immortals, laboring day and night.

If any foreign monk came, regardless of distance, they were directly captured to serve as slaves for the three great Immortals.

To prevent the monks from escaping, the emperor even had portraits of all captured monks made and distributed everywhere.

If it was an official, capturing a monk would result in a promotion of three ranks;

If not an official, capturing a monk would yield a reward of fifty taels of silver.

Who could resist such substantial rewards?

Let alone if they were real monks, even bald men, or those with thinning hair, would be captured as monks and enslaved.

We just couldn't restrain ourselves, that's why we laid hands on your masters.

It's all our fault for being blind, offending the great masters... please, we beg for your forgiveness, masters."

Hearing this, everyone collectively looked towards Tang Sanzang, whether to kill them or not, Sun Wukong and the others couldn't decide, they had to see what this bald man intended.

Tang Sanzang spread his hands and said, "Why look at me? If you're done speaking, then disperse."

Tang Sanzang clearly had no interest in killing...

The group of bandits immediately breathed a sigh of relief, kowtowing like pounding garlic, repeatedly expressing their thanks.

However, Sun Wukong still had some doubts and asked, "You guys hold on, I'm asking you, isn't it just Summoning Wind and Rain? How could such minor skills trick the emperor into not distinguishing right from wrong and insisting on exterminating Buddhism?"

The big-bearded man said, "That's not all, he also practices Alchemy, Meditation, Turning Water into Oil, Turning Stone into Gold;

Now he is even establishing the Three Pure Ones Taoist Temple, reciting scriptures day and night, praying for the emperor's immortality.

Tell me, who can resist the temptation of eternal life?"

Sun Wukong then understood, eternal life was hugely tempting to demons, Immortals, and even more so to ordinary people.

Especially for emperors of the mortal world, who enjoyed all the luxuries of life, how could they simply resign themselves to death?

Since ancient times, eternal life has been the emperor's Achilles' heel.

As long as it promised him immortality, it was impossible not to be favored!

Sun Wukong said to Tang Sanzang, "Master, those three Taoists are up to no good, seemingly promoting Taoism and suppressing Buddhism, but what they actually do is deplorable.

A true Taoist cultivator cares neither about the past nor the future, but observes the present, devoted solely to cultivation, indifferent to external affairs.

Who would stir up such trouble?"

Zhu Ganglie also said, "Exactly, Daoist Cultivators prefer not to involve themselves in karma. These people are deep into it... they must be demons in disguise!"

But Tang Sanzang paid no mind to the two, instead looking intently at the big-bearded man, his eyes gleaming as he asked, "What were the names of those three Taoists?"