At the entrance to the Taihang Mountain Range, countless vicious beast carcasses were still burning. The entire area was silent; aside from that little golden calf, no other vicious beasts emerged.
Once the Golden Calf confirmed that it was safe, it wagged its head and tail in high spirits. Then, like a human, it sat down with its two hind legs crossed. Although the Little Yellow Ox's movements were awkward, wobbly, and unsteady, that was clearly what it was trying to do.
Then it raised its two front hooves, one pointing at the sky and the other at the ground, while repeatedly calling out, "Moo, moo, moo..."
"This thing is actually striking the pose of Buddha descending into the world—one hand pointing to heaven, one hand pointing to earth, above and below heaven, I alone am supreme!"
Beside Chu Feng, Fatty Zhou Quan's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. A calf was actually making movements like those from the legends of Buddha's birth. It was simply unbelievable.
Zhou Quan nudged Chu Feng and whispered, "Old Chu, I think we can catch it. It's still just a little calf, after all. It should be easy to handle."
The moment he finished speaking, the Golden Calf flipped over and landed on all fours. It shook its golden fur and slowly ambled toward them.
"We've been spotted!"
Zhou Quan's heart skipped a beat, and he panicked a little. Chu Feng, however, remained calm from beginning to end and did not act rashly.
The Golden Calf slowly sniffed its way straight to Fatty Zhou, then suddenly bit down on his backpack and began tugging hard.
"It's trying to rob me?"
Fatty Zhou yanked the bag back and hurriedly protected it. Then, with fierce agility, he flipped over and tried to ride