Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Boom!

At that moment, Zhu Ganglie finally understood why Sun Wukong said he didn't want him to go on a suicide mission...

He only saw a fist rise from the ground, as big as a small hill, its fist power solid as substance. Where it passed, the air exploded, and flames shot into the sky! Before the fist power even reached him, his body already felt like it was about to burst! He had never felt death so close to him!

"Is... is this TM a mere mortal?!" Zhu Ganglie yelled in disbelief.

"Master, stop! That pig-head is also assigned to escort you to the Western Heaven to retrieve the scriptures!" Sun Wukong shouted.

Boom!

Suddenly, Zhu Ganglie was blasted into the sky by that fist power, vanishing from sight!

Sun Wukong looked up and finally sighed, "Thick skin, didn't die..."

Then, looking over here, Tang Sanzang waved to the others, "Let's go, let's go, hurry!"

The White Dragon Horse said, "Master, can't you last longer?"

Boom!

A fist power shot into the sky!

And a horse flew away...

Tang Sanzang turned to Sun Wukong, "Did you want to say something?"

Sun Wukong's forehead was covered in cold sweat, "Uh... Master, let's get going."

In an instant, Sun Wukong felt the pressure on him lift, knowing he had escaped a disaster.

Just then, he saw a burly figure charging out of Gao's village, practically Zhu Ganglie with longer hair!

Seeing Tang Sanzang drenched in sweat, he suddenly realized why that bald thief ran away.

Sun Wukong grinned, thinking, "So this bald thief also has his fears... ha ha..."

Amid his laughter, Sun Wukong hurriedly followed.

When Sun Wukong caught up with Tang Sanzang, he saw the fellow squatting under a big tree, staring blankly at something small like a water droplet.

He leaned over for a closer look, and there it was—a piece of jade with a droplet of blood sealed inside...

Although he didn't know what it was, Sun Wukong knew it seemed to be very important to the baldy, as he was looking at the jade with a very serious expression...

Had he not seen it today, Sun Wukong would never have believed that this unreliable, god-awful fake monk could also have serious, and even sorrowful moments.

"Master, what is this?" asked Sun Wukong.

Tang Sanzang replied, "Found it in Gao Cuilan's house. The aura this drop of blood emits is very familiar to me. Unfortunately, I cannot remember whose it is..."

Sun Wukong consoled, "Master, there's no need to worry, the world is only so big, as long as they're alive, we'll meet them sooner or later.

Besides, if we're lucky, we might encounter them along the journey to the west..."

Tang Sanzang nodded, "You're right..."

"Master, we're back!"

With a shout, the White Dragon Horse, carrying Zhu Ganglie, dashed back at full speed.

Tang Sanzang smiled, "You silly horse, if you're coming back, just come back, what's with bringing back New Year's goods? Wukong, take the pig and let the blood out, pluck the hair and stuff it in your pocket, we'll eat it on the way."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ganglie, who was already seriously injured, quickly got up, shouting, "Master, master... I'm not a pig, I'm Zhu Ganglie!"

Tang Sanzang said, "Anus split, won't stop us from eating!"

Zhu Ganglie: "@#￥..."

Sun Wukong and the White Dragon Horse quickly helped to explain.

Tang Sanzang muttered, "Were you also arranged by the Goddess Guanyin?"

Zhu Ganglie nodded repeatedly, "Yes."

Tang Sanzang nodded, "The Bodhisattva thinks quite thoroughly, huh? She was afraid we might go hungry on the way, so she prepared provisions for us in advance."

Zhu Ganglie: "@#￥@..."

Zhu Ganglie said with a sobbing tone, "Master, I'm not dry food; I am here to escort you to the Western Heaven to seek the scriptures."

Tang Sanzang replied, "You are escorting me? Are you able to defeat me, or can you defeat this monkey?"

Zhu Ganglie glared with his eyes wide open, looking at Sun Wukong, then at this bald thief, seeming unable to beat either of them!

Tang Sanzang spread his hands and said, "You see, you have less combat power than me; you're no use in a fight, so if you're not dry food, what are you?"

Hearing this, Zhu Ganglie himself started to think he might really be the dry food arranged by the Bodhisattva...

Sun Wukong couldn't stand it anymore and cleared his throat, saying, "Master, aren't there some things to carry on poles? With his size, he should have no problem carrying poles."

Zhu Ganglie nodded repeatedly: "That's right, that's right, I can carry poles."

Tang Sanzang raised an eyebrow at Sun Wukong: "If he's carrying the poles, what are you going to do?"

Sun Wukong was taken aback: "I... protect..."

"Hm?!" Tang Sanzang narrowed his eyes, a killing intent brewing!

Sun Wukong swallowed and his eyes just happened to catch sight of the White Dragon Horse, and he quickly called out, "I'll lead the horse for you!"

Tang Sanzang thought about it: "That being said, you do indeed have some use."

Sun Wukong knew he had escaped another disaster.

Tang Sanzang said, "Alright, Dry Food, you carry the poles; Wukong, lead the horse, and let's continue on our way."

Zhu Ganglie felt awkward hearing that name: "Master, before coming, Guanyin Bodhisattva had already given me a Buddhist name, I'm called Wuneng."

Tang Sanzang was taken aback: "You already have a Buddhist name?"

Zhu Ganglie nodded: "Yes, it's been given, I'm called Zhu Wuneng."

Tang Sanzang said, "So my disciple, what's the meaning of her giving you a Buddhist name? Since she gave you one, you go seek the scriptures with her... Forget it, Wukong, take this pig to the riverbank to bleed out, let's start cooking!"

Hearing this, Zhu Ganglie yelled with a crying tone, "Master, Master... don't misunderstand, although the Buddhist name was given by the Bodhisattva, you can also give me one! If it's all the same, I'll just tell the Bodhisattva I don't want her Buddhist name later, and I'll contentedly follow you to the Western Heaven to seek the scriptures, okay?"

Tang Sanzang: "Is that so... alright then."

Zhu Ganglie secretly heaved a sigh of relief...

Tang Sanzang muttered to himself: "Wukong is of the 'Wu' generation, so you should have a 'Wu' in your name too... Honestly, you're not very useful, so calling you Wuneng would work... but you can carry a load after all, so calling you Wuneng might be too harsh for you."

Zhu Ganglie was secretly delighted, thinking that he might escape being called 'dry food' after all!

Then he heard Tang Sanzang slap his thigh and say, "I've got it, you'll be called Wufan."

Zhu Ganglie mumbled to himself, "Wufan... Lunch... Damn it, I'm still not out of the dry food category!"

Zhu Ganglie called out, "Master, can I have another one?"

"Wukong, take him to the riverbank to bleed!"

"Master, I think Wufan sounds quite nice, I like this Buddhist name!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Alright then, go carry the poles, Wukong, lead the horse!"

...

And so, with Tang Sanzang's coercion, Zhu Ganglie also joined the funeral procession to the Western Heaven...

Meanwhile, outside the Guanyin Monastery.

Looking at the mountaintop burned to a ruin, Tang Sanzang asked with a blank face, "Gentlemen, didn't you say there was a monastery here where we could rest? Where is the monastery?"

The eighteen Buddhist protectors such as Jialan, the Six Ding and Six Jia Divine Generals, the Four Valued Caoguo, the Five Directions Jiedi, and others exchanged glances, also completely befuddled, thinking, "This isn't how the plot should go!"

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