Xuanzang helped Old Black, whose eyes were injured, onto the luggage to sit down, comforting him:
"Xiong Da, don't worry. Once Wukong returns, I'll have him go to Heaven and find some immortal pills and spiritual medicine. They should be able to heal your eyes."
The Black Bear Demon was fairly quiet, but he seemed to remember something and cried out:
"Something's wrong, Master! Where did Jinchi go?"
Only then did Xuanzang realize it. No wonder he had felt that something was off.
The low-profile Jinchi had disappeared. So that was why the Yellow Wind Demon had fled so quickly—he hadn't left empty-handed after all.
That Weasel Demon who had escaped from the Buddhist Sect... could he have mistaken Jinchi for the pilgrim and taken him back to make soup?
The more Xuanzang thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Appearances could be deceiving. Xuanzang had the face of a handsome pretty boy, with a faintly roguish air about him. No matter how one looked at him, he didn't resemble the reincarnation of a Buddhist Sect's eminent monk.
Jinchi, on the other hand, was an old monk with the benevolent look of an elder on his face. At a glance, he looked like a truly accomplished high monk.
Just then, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie returned. The two of them were chatting and laughing, completely unaware that their camp had just been raided.
Zhu Bajie carried a tiger pelt in his hand, while Sun Wukong was directly dragging a dead tiger.
"That tiger was really sly. It even used the Cicada Shedding Technique. This old pig nearly caught it, but it all ended up benefiting the monkey!"
Zhu Bajie's tone was clearly unconvinced. If the tiger pelt had not still been worth some money, he would have loved to