Outside the borders of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom.
"Wukong, are those seven female alms-givers demons?"
Tang Sanzang asked his eldest disciple, Sun Wukong.
Hearing this, Sun Wukong also narrowed his eyes and gazed into the distance. He did not possess the so-called Fiery Eyes Golden Gaze capable of discerning demons, but Sun Wukong could tell whether someone was a demon by judging the baleful aura and resentment radiating from their body.
Those demons who liked to eat humans would be stained with a very heavy baleful aura and resentment upon their bodies.
Sun Wukong, who had initially been somewhat cynical and looking to watch the fun, observed carefully and actually managed to spot something.
Sun Wukong's expression turned stern, and his eyes darted around unceasingly as he weighed things in his heart: The fluctuation of magical power radiating from the few of them is calm and stable, clearly the most orthodox cultivation method. Along with those magical treasures they carry, it seems their identities are definitely not simple. I wonder which mighty deity sent them out this time?
Should old Sun make a move or not?
Sun Wukong hesitated inwardly as to whether he should go and help Wang Ming deal with the roadblock ahead, so that they could quickly journey toward Western Paradise, Spirit Mountain, and complete the task of retrieving the scriptures.
He inadvertently discovered that Zhu Bajie was actually over there holding a brush to scrub the horse, and instantly Sun Wukong's heart grew apprehensive: Something is wrong. This idiot usually loses the ability to walk when he sees a beauty, and even dares to flirt with a Bodhisattva; how is it that this time he remains completely unmoved upon seeing those seven women?
"Wukong, is master asking you a question?" Tang Xuanzang saw that Sun