"The Great King sent me to patrol the mountain, so I took a stroll through the hills."
"I beat my drum, strike my gong, and look around everywhere."
"I searched the southern mountain, then patrolled the north."
"Yi-er-yo, yi-er, yi-er-yo."
The carefree little demon carried a cloth sack and skipped along, clearly a young Lesser Demon fresh out of its nest and ignorant of the world.
Unfortunately, the Journey to the East mafia had arrived.
The leaves rustled. Before the little demon could even look up, a huge shadow swallowed him whole.
He raised his face—
What monk was this? Tall and brawny, broad-shouldered and thick-backed, he looked more intimidating standing there than the fiercest black bear demon in the mountains.
Tang Sanzang gave a light cough and assumed the manner of an eminent monk.
"Little demon, I am passing through your esteemed land. Be accommodating."
The moment his words fell—
The little demon's eyes went round. His short legs trembled, and the gong and drum in his hands crashed to the ground with a clang as he scrambled backward.
Wait, was this even a human?
"D-demon—there's a demon—!!"
In the blink of an eye, he vanished.
Tang Sanzang raised a brow, looked down at his muscles, found them excellent, then turned toward his Six-Eared disciple, who was leaning against a tree and watching the show.
"Am I that scary?"
Six Ears laughed so hard he slapped his monkey leg.
"Scary? Master, you really don't understand your own intimidation factor. One shout from you, and every little demon within fifty miles would move out overnight!"
"They simply lack taste." Tang Sanzang picked up his black iron Zen staff, slung it over his shoulder, and grinned.
"Come on. The Journey to the East continues."
The tiny demon who had been scared