Tang Sanzang: Golden Cicada, This Poor Monk Will Fight You to the Death!

Inside Great Thunderclap Temple, all the Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Buddhas in the hall fixed their blazing gazes on Tang Sanzang and his companions, who had returned after leaving.

"Reporting to Buddha Ancestor, this disciple has already delivered the sutras back to the Eastern Tang Dynasty!"

"I have returned specifically to report!"

Tang Sanzang stepped forward, pressed his palms together, and bowed to Buddha Ancestor. At last, his merit had been perfected!

Behind him, however, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and Ao Lie did not bow to Buddha Ancestor~

There was no other reason than that they were deities of the Heavenly Court. They bowed only to Heaven, Earth, and Xuanmen—not to the Western Buddha Ancestor.

"Heh~ Hic~"

"Tang Sanzang..."

The drunken Dragon Subduing Arhat lay sprawled on his Lotus Platform. Pointing at Tang Sanzang with the gourd he used to hold wine, he said with a grin:

"The Eastern Tang Dynasty is thousands upon thousands of miles from here. Why did you return so quickly?"

"Could it be... that you're a Grand Unity Golden Immortal... or something?"

Looking at the drunken Dragon Subduing Arhat, Sun Wukong scratched his head, then leaped up and landed beside his Lotus Platform.

"Huh? Tiger Subduer!"

"When did you grow fur?"

Dragon Subduing Arhat looked at Sun Wukong. The wine gourd in his hand slipped, spilling wine everywhere...

"Arhat, I happen to have some fine wine here~"

"You and I hit it off at first sight today, so I'll give you a gourd!"

Sun Wukong stretched out his hand, and a Yellow Gourd appeared in it. With a "pop," he pulled out the stopper.

In an instant, a rich aroma of wine drifted through Great Thunderclap Temple. Rulai was somewhat displeased by Sun Wukong's actions.

But what could he do? Today was the day