If the future Journey to the West was about compassion, then the current Journey to the East was all about fists and kicks.
Ah! Ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! Thirty-six punches a second—his fists were not fast enough, not fierce enough...
Master and disciple walked along the road, with Six-Eared Macaque following behind. His six ears spun like little radars as he muttered nonstop.
"Master, demons to the left."
"Master, demons to the right too."
"Master... they're all demons."
Without looking back, Tang Sanzang boomed, "What are you panicking for? My Journey to the East is all about beating anyone who refuses to submit until they do."
[Five words drifted down from the sky: It's nothing serious.]
The moment he finished speaking, a thunderous boom erupted from the forest.
Dust billowed as a gigantic demon, three zhang tall, with a blue face, fangs, and a spiked club in hand, charged out and planted itself in the middle of the road with imposing grandeur.
"This mountain was opened by me! These trees were planted by me! If you want to pass through here—leave behind your toll!"
The gigantic demon roared so loudly that the earth shook, spraying spittle everywhere.
Sun Wuting was about to make a move when Tang Sanzang raised a hand to stop him, his face solemn.
"Don't rush. Let your master reason with him first."
The gigantic demon immediately grew smug. "At least you know what's good for you! Hand over your treasures already!"
Tang Sanzang stepped forward, flexing his muscles slightly as he smiled kindly.
"Lesser Demon, your robbery procedure isn't very professional."
The gigantic demon froze. "What?"
"First, you're too loud. You're disturbing the public."
"Second, you look too vicious. You might scare the ordinary people passing by."
"Third..."
Tang Sanzang suddenly raised