"No, we must act tonight!"
Once the thought was made up, the old monk immediately took out a long, thin bamboo tube from his robes and stuffed a small package into one end of the tube.
Immediately afterwards, he puffed out his cheeks and blew hard, and a cloud of white powder drifted into Tang Sanzang's room like mist!
Seeing this, a slight smile quietly appeared on the old monk's lips.
This Soul-Confusing Powder was something he had gone to great lengths to acquire at great expense; just a small amount was enough to make a strong ox faint on the spot!
Moreover, this Tang Sanzang before him was fair-skinned and frail; how could he possibly withstand the effects of this medicine?
The old monk quietly hid in the corner outside the window, while Tang Sanzang inside the room had already keenly sensed a strange medicinal fragrance in the air, and his brows immediately furrowed with vigilance.
Sure enough, the monks in the temple couldn't resist their greed and plotted to drug him under cover of night, hoping to steal his robe.
Tang Sanzang was fully aware of the old monk's intentions. This man did not exude any strong murderous aura or karmic burdens, and clearly did not intend to take his life.
But now that they dare to administer medicine, there's no doubt that their target is the precious cassock he's wearing!
Since that was the case, Tang Sanzang simply went with the flow, immediately using his magic to conceal his breathing and feigning unconsciousness as he lay down on the bed.
The old monk waited patiently outside the door for about half an Shichen, estimating that the medicine had already taken effect and Tang Sanzang must be unconscious.
Without further hesitation, he gently pushed open the door, his gaze fixed on the robe on the table. He grabbed it, his eyes burning with Greed!
"My darling! You're such a treasure!"
The old monk took a deep breath, his fingers tracing the gemstones inlaid on his robe, and couldn't help but swallow.
However, just as he was about to leave with the treasure, a sudden change occurred. Tang Sanzang secretly activated his magic power and poured it into the cassock. In an instant, golden light surged and divine radiance soared into the sky, piercing through the Yunxiao!
The old monk was startled and nearly let go of the robe.
Upon closer inspection, they discovered it was merely the candlelight reflecting off the gemstones, creating a dazzling display, and they were relieved.
He was about to pick up the kasaya and take the Nine-Ringed Monk's Staff beside him to leave when, unexpectedly, a fair and slender hand silently landed on his arm with a steady force, making him stiffen!
The old monk was shocked. He turned around abruptly and saw that Tang Sanzang, who should have been unconscious, was standing right beside him, with clear eyes and a calm expression!
His hands gripped his arms so tightly that the old monk felt as if he were being held firmly by iron shackles!
The old monk's heart skipped a beat; something was wrong!
How could this Soul-Confusing Powder fail? It's a dose strong enough to knock out even a strong ox on the spot, so why is it completely ineffective on Tang Sanzang?
"Abbot, what is your intention?"
Tang Sanzang's eyes were like icy pools as he coldly stared at the monk before him. His voice was deep yet carried an undeniable air of authority. "Some things are not for mortals like you to concern yourself with."
Upon hearing this, the old monk felt a chill run down his spine, immediately realizing that this person was no ordinary pilgrim!
The story that Tang Sanzang had previously told him—that he was personally chosen by Guanyin Bodhisattva to go to the sacred Spirit Mountain in the Western Ox Continent to seek the true scriptures—now seemed to have a hint of truth in retrospect!
The old monk's throat bobbed, and he quickly released his robe and Nine-Ringed Monk's Staff, kowtowing repeatedly. "This old monk is guilty! This old monk knows his mistake! I beg the elder's forgiveness!"
Tang Sanzang snorted coldly before releasing his grip, his tone indifferent. "Greed has clouded your mind, violating the precepts of Buddhism."
"You are no longer worthy to be a disciple of Buddha. Old monk, quickly fetch me a roasted chicken and fill this gourd with strong liquor!"
Before he finished speaking, he threw the wine jug at the old monk. Amid the monk's astonished and terrified gaze, he kicked him out of the room.
Tang Sanzang gently rubbed his rumbling stomach; his belly was empty, and it was time to eat something.
Not far from the temple where Tang Sanzang and his disciples stayed, a mountain range stretched across the landscape.
This mountain is called Black Wind Mountain, where a Black Bear Demon dwells, calling himself the Black Wind Great King.
Despite its terrifying name, it was actually just a demonic bear that had cultivated to the True Immortal Realm.
At this moment, the Black Wind Great King suddenly saw a divine light appear in the distant sky, and a look of shock flashed across his eyes!
The Lesser Demon beside him cried out anxiously, " Your Great King! Your Great King! A treasure has appeared! It must be a priceless gem that has appeared in the world!"
"Judging from the direction of that light, it seems to be heading towards that temple! Your Great King, let's go and investigate!"
The Black Wind Great King pondered deeply, recalling how that golden light had been dazzling and captivating.
Even though the light has faded, that magnificent scene remains vivid in my mind!
Without a doubt, it must be a great treasure descending upon the world. Hearing the Lesser Demon demons chattering away, greed arose in his heart, and he could no longer restrain himself.
Taking a deep breath, he sternly ordered, "Men! Grab your weapons and follow me to the temple to retrieve the treasure!"
More than ten or twenty Lesser Demon responded to the order, their excitement palpable. They drew their weapons and followed the Black Wind Great King as he sped away!
Although these Demon Cultivators, they had all already entered the realm of Returning to Void and Merging with the Dao.
Several of them have already reached the Earth Immortal level, making them pillars of the demon race!
But now he's willing to follow the Black Wind Great King to rob treasure? His fate is already sealed!
Do you know who that treasure belongs to? It belongs to none other than Tang Sanzang!
If the abbot of the temple sees the demons attacking, he will not only not stop them, but will most likely take the initiative to tell them the identity of the treasure owner.
If Tang Sanzang were still the same weak and helpless monk on his pilgrimage, perhaps there would still be a slight danger.
But who is Tang Sanzang now?
He was a madman who dared to boast that he would storm Spirit Mountain, suppress the Tathagata, marry Guanyin, and even seize the Western Paradise for himself!
Faced with such a formidable figure, how could a Black Bear Demon at the True Immortal realm, leading a group of Lesser Demon at the Returning to Void and Merging with the Dao and lackeys at the Earth Immortal level, dare to come and provoke him?
Isn't this just blatant suicide?
You must understand that the Tang Sanzang of today is no longer Ten Generations of Goodness, but a " Ten Generations of Evil " who can kill at any time due to hunger!
With so many demons leading the Black Wind Great King to storm the door, if they were to inadvertently anger this person, could they possibly leave alive? The answer is obvious!
Unfortunately, the Black Wind Great King was completely unaware of this, and was leading his demon followers in a menacing attack on the temple!
Inside the temple, the old monk had just served Tang Sanzang a roasted chicken and filled his wine jug with fine wine.
Fortunately, none of the monks in this temple were law-abiding citizens; drinking alcohol and eating meat were commonplace for them.
Therefore, finding these foods did not require much effort.
Just as the old monk handed the roast chicken to Tang Sanzang, he was about to return to his room to rest for a while.
After all, dawn was just around the corner. They had worked all night but gained nothing, and instead lost a roast chicken and several kilograms of good wine.
The old monk was truly heartbroken.
He wondered what the wine pot was made of, that it could hold so much wine. Now, thinking back on it, the old monk felt even more strongly that it was no ordinary object.
He finally realized that Tang Sanzang was no ordinary monk.
Having failed to subdue him with sleeping pills, the old monk had already begun to have other ideas.
He planned to use the excuse of checking the cassock early the next morning, and after Tang Sanzang fell asleep, he would burn the entire temple down!
Let Tang Sanzang perish in the sea of fire, and I can keep that precious robe for myself!
Thinking of this, the old monk couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and warmth in his heart!
Suddenly, a dark whirlwind appeared out of nowhere, immediately alerting the old monk.
"Old monk! Hand over the treasure!"
Before he could even see who it was, a sharp shout came from the darkness ahead!
He quickly raised the oil lamp and shone it, and there appeared the monster under the Black Wind Great King!
Although the old monk and the Black Wind Great King had secretly colluded in the past, the fact that the other party had personally barged into the temple terrified them!
He immediately collapsed to the ground, retreating repeatedly, saying, " Your Great King's treasure is truly not in my hands!"
The old monk was so frightened that he blurted out without reservation that the treasure was not with him.
Upon hearing this, the Black Wind Great King was secretly delighted: there really was a treasure!
He then stared coldly at the old monk and demanded in a deep voice, "Speak quickly! Where is the treasure?"