Chapter 1152: Chapter 668_2

There’s no choice. After returning from the Great Qin Heavenly Prison, not only did Old Xi tell him that the Westward Journey disaster was fully activated, but Emperor Shi also urged him to set off westward.

Even more shameless was the Bodhisattva Guanyin, who would drag him into the Dream Space every few days for intimate discussions about scriptures. If someone who didn’t know them saw, they might think the two were a lone man and woman fooling around in the Dream Space!

Of course, in the Dream Space, Chen Sanzang was brainwashed by the Bodhisattva Guanyin over and over again.

If it weren’t for Old Xi being supportive, Chen Sanzang believed he would have surely been converted into a fool by the Buddhist Sect people!

“Dammit, if I didn’t know the Bodhisattva Guanyin’s former self was the Ci Hang Daoist, a man turned into a woman, commonly known as a transvestite, I’d have took him down!”

After giving some instructions to his own wives and kids, Chen Sanzang took out the treasures he had acquired over the years, handed them all to his many wives, and advised them to take good care of the family business. Then, he packed his bags and stepped out of the mansion.

The first stop, naturally, was to rescue Little Kongkong.

If he wanted to build his own Buddhist underworld gang, how could he do without a thug?

Isn’t Little Kongkong a rare super thug?

As his top minion, he was worth cultivating. Chen Sanzang believed that after his training, knocking a bump on the Buddha’s head wouldn’t be a problem!

“Step by step, slowly crossing mountains and rivers. By the way, wasn’t I supposed to get a White Horse?”

Leisurely strolling out of the Great Qin Capital, Xianyang City, Chen Sanzang suddenly realized, where was his horse?

Cursing and swearing, Chen Sanzang walked out of the Great Qin Capital.

Not blaming him for cursing, they didn’t even give him the standard White Horse of Tang Seng. How was he supposed to fish out the Little White Dragon when passing the Yingchou River?

Without the White Dragon Horse, was he really supposed to walk to the Western Heaven step by step?

He, a grand Taiyin Golden Immortal, could fly to the Leiyin Temple in a few days and nights to complete the scripture-fetching task. Was he really going to foolishly rely on walking?

Or ride a monkey or a pig to the Western Heaven?

At the thought of riding Little Kongkong or Little Piggy, Chen Sanzang felt a chill; it was too damn lacking in style.

With countless Immortals and Buddhas in the world, no one’s mount was ever a monkey or a pig!

“There might not be a White Dragon Horse, but getting a temporary mount is still possible. San Zang, do you think it’s better to have a pig or a fish monster as a mount?”

Old Xi’s voice carried a teasing tone.

“Why is there no White Dragon Horse? How could my handsome White Dragon Horse be absent? Without riding a White Horse, how am I supposed to captivate those female demons?”

Chen Sanzang was very unhappy. Though a prince may not necessarily ride a White Horse, he, riding a White Horse, was Tang Sanzang!

“Because the Ancestral Dragon is on our side this time, though Little White Dragon will still join in on this Westward Journey, he won’t turn into a mount.”

Zhu Ganglie is with Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad, and Sha Wujing is with the Jade Emperor. Making them mounts isn’t a bad choice, right?

Who stipulated that Tang Sanzang must take them as disciples?

“Have you seen a god riding a pig or fish as a mount? Wouldn’t that get laughed at by others? Don’t I need to save face?”

Chen Sanzang retorted angrily.

“You can change to another mount, you know. For example, fancy a female demon, let her show her true form, and have her carry you daily. Ride by day for travel, ride at night to relax, isn’t it?”

Old Xi chuckled, offering a bad idea.

“Not impossible, like that Jade-faced Fox, although Old Niu is a bit of a threat.”

Chen Sanzang was instantly led astray by the system.

“Planning for the Jade-faced Fox to be a mount is certainly feasible. But aren’t the seven little spiders better for riding? Ride a different one each day, new colors each time, isn’t it more fun?”

“That could work; I heard the seven little spiders have no backing. Bringing them over as mounts seems quite promising.”

Chen Sanzang wiped away tears from the corner of his eyes as he vividly imagined the scene in his mind.

As for the Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit behind the seven little spiders, what was that anyway?

Just a little demon king in the Taiyi realm, perfect to transcend, and they could use the corpse to brew wine, couldn’t they?

Watching Chen Sanzang drool, Old Xi chuckled, planning an intense scene.

Suddenly, a small tiger jumped out from a nearby bush, but before it could roar and exert itself, Chen Sanzang leapt up and mounted it forcefully.

“A mere little demon, serving as a temporary mount isn’t too bad!”

In the original Journey to the West, Tang Seng had just reached the Great Tang border when he encountered a fierce tiger.

The two servants given by the Tang Emperor were eaten by this Little Tiger Demon, and Tang Seng was saved by a hunter.

However, this hunter wasn’t a kind soul but an immortal in disguise who came down to share the blessing.

Now within the Great Qin Empire, wild little demons generally behaved themselves, lying obediently on their own small plots of land, with no chance of attacking humans.

Therefore, this suddenly appearing little tiger must have been arranged by someone on purpose.

So Chen Sanzang had no mercy; he directly sat on the little tiger’s back and unceremoniously smacked the back of its head.

This slap was no light one, directly making the Little Tiger Demon see stars. It swayed left and right for a bit before barely stabilizing.

The little tiger, knowing the person on its back was a great talent with divine skills, stood still and meekly whimpered a few times, looking very pitiful.

“Oh, poor you? I am a monk with high attainments. Behave and be my mount for a while, or I’ll transcend you!”

Chen Sanzang knocked the Little Tiger Demon on the head, then, with a palm strike, fanned a wave of energy at a nearby big tree. Instantly, a gust of wind roared, and sand and stones flew.

After the gust passed, the big tree had already broken at the waist, and its branches and leaves had turned into countless fragments scattered everywhere.

The little tiger shivered violently, the tail that had been upright clamped down between its legs, its body crouched down to better fit for riding.

“Hey, good student, Little Tiger, let’s go.”

A light slap on the little tiger’s butt, and the terrified Little Tiger Demon immediately began to walk lightly and gently forward. There was no sign of bumpiness, making Chen Sanzang feel no movement at all.

“That’s right, now walk slower, and I’ll give you a chance when the time comes.”

Chen Sanzang nodded in satisfaction, then lay directly down on the broad back of the tiger, with his travel pack hanging from the tiger’s tail.

“Old Xi, can you detect anything unusual around?”

In the sea of consciousness, Chen Sanzang asked the system with a serious expression.

“How could there be no abnormalities? Just after stepping out of the Great Qin Capital, we encounter this Little Tiger Demon. It’s not clear which idiot god designed this disaster, didn’t they think it through?”

Old Xi complained while turning the detected anomaly into a video to show Chen Sanzang.

High in the sky, a figure was hiding in the clouds, dumbfounded watching the leisurely little tiger carrying Chen Sanzang forward.

This immortal, with three eyes on his head, who else could it be but Erlang God?

Chen Sanzang’s mouth twitched.

He really didn’t expect Erlang God to do something so foolish.

“Did Erlang God offend someone? Didn’t anyone tell him I cultivate immortality?”

Having cultivated to the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal, the difference from Erlang God wasn’t big. Did this guy not do his homework beforehand?

“I heard Erlang God is afraid of his wife. The West Sea Dragon Third Princess, Ao Cun, desperately wants to continue the bloodline for him, demands him birth offspring, and doesn’t usually allow leaving Guan River Mouth.

Guessing he’s been terribly squeezed, sneaked out from his wife’s boudoir, and, after hearing about the Westward Journey disaster, wanted to get a share in the merit to strengthen his two Iron Kidneys, so he rushed here cluelessly.”

Old Xi said with some schadenfreude, a little bit of teasing in his tone.

Following Chen Sanzang every day had become tedious, so naturally, he gossiped about the heavenly immortals and deities.