Guanyin chased after them all the way and finally intercepted the scripture-fetching team before they could leave.
At that moment, she saw the carriage moving slowly along. The group chatted and laughed, while the old monk Jinchi, who believed in her, sat atop the carriage. His brush danced through the air as he copied out scroll after scroll of Buddhist scriptures.
There was no helping it. Jinchi understood the Buddhist path best within the team, and Xuanzang had given him ample time. So long as they finished copying the scriptures within a few decades, the mission would be considered complete.
As for whether those scriptures contained any flaws, they could shove all the blame onto the Buddhist Sect afterward. They were merely transporters of Buddhist scriptures.
Sun Wukong's gaze was sharp, and he quickly spotted Guanyin Bodhisattva among the clouds.
"Master, the Bodhisattva is here!"
The others all felt uneasy. After all, what they had done was hardly aboveboard.
Xuanzang cleared his throat and said with a grin, "So it's the Bodhisattva. You don't need to see us off. We can make our own way back to the Qin Empire."
Guanyin's face darkened, but she still calmed herself and gently pointed at the pile of scriptures.
"Xuanzang, stop fooling around. If you bring these back to the Qin Empire, you will likely be beheaded and displayed to the public!"
A wronged expression appeared on Xuanzang's face as he forcibly squeezed out a few tears.
"Bodhisattva, you have no idea how hateful those two bald donkeys were. They actually tried to extort money from us, but we are all monks with nothing but clean sleeves. We truly couldn't scrape together much money to grease their palms."
Guanyin's lips twitched. She did not know about other things, but Xuanzang and his companions