Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

The wild boar chef shouted, "Rest assured, Lord Red Tiger, you'll be satisfied in a moment."

Red Tiger nodded his head, about to leave, when suddenly a bald voice called from behind him.

"Hey, you lot, come over and give me a back scrub!"

Again the demons were taken aback, turning to look, and saw the monk was beckoning to them: "What are you looking at? Come over, two of you, and give me a scrub!"

The demons looked at each other, each seeing a sly smile in the others' eyes.

Next, the pangolin demon shouted, "Monk, no rush, you just lie down, and I'll give you a good scrubbing shortly!"

Tang Sanzang obediently nodded his head, then turned around to expose his back.

Red Tiger frowned and said, "A scrub would be good, to clean you up well before we eat you. But we can't use this water anymore, after the scrub we'll change to a fresh pot and boil some more."

Several little demons nodded repeatedly...

Meanwhile, the monk started to urge them impatiently to come over and scrub him.

The wild boar chef rubbed his hands with a hehe, saying, "Alright, alright, I'm coming!"

So several little demons rushed over, armed with all sorts of brushes. They thought the monk wouldn't withstand such a greeting, but surprisingly, the baldy was yelling at the top of his lungs, "Harder, harder, have you not eaten?"

Upon hearing this, the little demons' anger was stoked. They swung their arms and put their backs into it, scrubbing vigorously...

Far from screaming in pain, the monk actually moaned in comfort, "That's the spot... Scrub the front too..."

Then the monk flipped over, presenting his belly to them.

A group of little demons, looking at the monk's face of pleasure, all felt as though they were the ones who had been humiliated.

The wild boar chef huffed, "Monk, the water isn't hot enough, it won't clean off the grime; wait until we boil the water, then soak properly, and we'll scrub you again. We guarantee to scrub you clean!"

Tang Sanzang waved his hand and said, "Fine..."

The wild boar chef gestured, and a troop of little demons quickly intensified the fire, rapidly bringing the water in the pot to a boil.

Looking at the bubbling water and then at the monk, who was comfortably resting his hands on the edge of the pot, the demons all had a bad feeling, thinking, "Is this really just an ordinary monk with a screw loose? Why do I get the impression he's just here for a bath?"

As they stood there dumbfounded, the monk casually grabbed another radish from the side and started munching on it again, crunch crunch crunch, while saying, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and scrub! But this radish isn't juicy enough... Got any fruit?"

The little demons weren't fools, either; anyone enjoying radishes in boiling water surely was no ordinary person!

The wild boar chef's eyes darted around, he approached Tang Sanzang from behind, and sneered, "Fruit, you say? We have some... but... die!"

The wild boar chef swung the kitchen knife, aiming a blow at that shiny bald head!

All the little demons watched anxiously, thinking, "This is it!"

Clang!

Sparks flew!

The demons' jaws almost hit the floor.

They were well aware of the wild boar chef's strength; a tough customer indeed, even General Red Tiger would give way to him. But one swing at that bald head and it was as if nothing had happened?

In that instant, the kitchen's temperature seemed to drop, the bald head looked up slowly, pitch-black face turning towards the wild boar chef, "What... are you doing?"

"I... I, I'm giving you a scrub. My special technique, steel knife scalp scrub..." the wild boar chef swallowed his saliva, replying nervously.

The bald head squinted his eyes: "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

The wild boar chef's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and he couldn't help but tremble.

The moment the monk looked at him, the wild boar chef felt as if he saw the Naihe Bridge...

Then he saw the bald man yawning, pointing to a guillotine knife over a meter long and saying, "How could you possibly get dandruff with such a small knife? Use that one instead. Remember, scrub it clean..."

After speaking, he lay down in the pot and began to nap, muttering, "I wonder if my disciples are hungry..."

Only when the monk was asleep did the little demons breathe a sigh of relief.

"What do we do now, Chef?" asked a rabbit demon.

The wild boar chef wiped his cold sweat and said, "What else can we do? Scrub, scrub hard! Bring that guillotine knife over, I'll give him a good scalp scrubbing!"

Then he gave the rabbit demon a meaningful glance, signaling him to go for help, because he was afraid he couldn't handle this monk by himself.

The rabbit demon got a jolt, shouting for two little boar demons to help lift the dark iron guillotine knife, while he himself took off running to seek help from Red Tiger.

A few minutes before, Sun Wukong and Zhu Ganglie had returned to the mountain to find that only the White Dragon Horse was leisurely grazing, and Tang Sanzang was nowhere to be seen.

Sun Wukong asked, "Little White, where's Master?"

The White Dragon Horse pointed towards the mountains and said, "He went to take a bath."

Sun Wukong was astonished, "To take a bath?"

Zhu Ganglie, looking around, said, "In this godforsaken place, where's there a bath to take?"

The White Dragon Horse pointed into the mountains and said, "A demon's lair."

Then the White Dragon Horse recounted what had happened.

Zhu Ganglie and Sun Wukong were both speechless...

Deliberately getting caught by demons just to enjoy a pre-cooking scrub, such a tactic... could probably only be conceived by this thieving monk in the history of ever!

Zhu Ganglie turned to Sun Wukong and said, "Brother Monkey, what do we do? Do we wait or go rescue?"

Sun Wukong had a headache...

The White Dragon Horse said, "Big Brother, in my opinion, considering our master's tendency to get bored and wanting to punch someone, if we do nothing, he'll definitely find a reason to beat us up when he gets back."

Zhu Ganglie, remembering the terror of Tang Sanzang's punch, hurriedly said, "Then we better go for the rescue... um, do some token work. I don't want to take another punch."

Sun Wukong said, "Going in full force might be overkill. Let's do this, Blockhead, we'll take turns challenging them. While one goes to challenge, the other will stay here to watch Little White and guard the luggage. This way, one can rest, and the other is keeping busy, not idling."

Zhu Ganglie nodded and said, "Just the fact that you managed to follow Master all the way here and haven't been pummeled to death is enough for me to trust you!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong felt a wave of sadness in his heart. He, the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, never imagined that one day he would be admired in such a way...

This was truly a dog's life!

Sun Wukong leapt into the air and headed straight for the Yellow Wind Cave.

"Listen up, demons inside, send my master out immediately, or don't blame your old Sun for being ruthless with his staff!"

With a roar from Sun Wukong, his voice thundering like a clap of thunder, the little demons inside the cave scurried around in panic.

Some blocked the entrance, some passed messages, and others covered their ears, crying out in fright.

The Yellow Wind King was lying on a chair, thoroughly enjoying the grapes fed to him by a little fox spirit, when he heard the noise. Lifting an eyebrow, he said, "Red Tiger, I asked you to catch me some snacks, how did you end up bringing trouble instead? I don't care, you deal with the trouble you've caused, don't disturb me!"