To Gao Family Village, Help Capture the Pig Demon

Ever since Sun Wukong had gone through the Three Calamities and put on the circlet, he had indeed become more dutiful than before.

He had slain demons along the way and repeatedly saved Xuanzang from peril. Xuanzang was greatly satisfied.

In truth, the rift between Sun Wukong and Tang Xuanzang had grown deeper and deeper, erasing the bond between master and disciple they had shared when he tirelessly sewed the Tiger Skin Skirt day and night.

As time passed, Sun Wukong came to realize that the so-called Eighty-One Tribulations were deliberately arranged by Spirit Mountain and the Heavenly Court. They were nothing more than pawns being toyed with.

Each time he was about to smash a demon to death with one strike of his staff, Immortals or Buddhas would repeatedly appear to save it.

Gradually, Sun Wukong understood.

One day, they arrived at a village called Gao Family Village. As usual, they sought alms and lodging.

They came to the largest household in the village and were about to knock when the door opened.

An old man emerged, his face full of sorrow as he sighed deeply.

But when he saw Tang Xuanzang dressed in Buddhist Robes and draped in a cassock, his sorrow turned to joy, and his face lit up with excitement.

"Are you here to capture a demon?"

"Capture a demon?" Tang Xuanzang and Sun Wukong both frowned.

After some conversation, the old man invited the master and disciple into the residence and led them to the main hall.

Shortly afterward, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes and a middle-aged woman in a brocade skirt hurried over.

"Are you two masters here to capture a demon?" The middle-aged man asked directly, his face full of excitement.

Tang Xuanzang rose to his feet and smiled as he pressed