Just now.
In that very instant.
Golden Horn had felt the greatest threat of death in his entire life!
He could feel it.
If Xuanzang's punch had landed solidly on his head, his head would have burst like a watermelon, and his Primordial Spirit would have melted open like cream.
He would have been dead through and through.
This was the first time Golden Horn had ever experienced such a thing in all his years as Laojun's attendant.
Golden Horn chickened out.
Trembling, he said, "Master, please, do as you like. Treat my Flat-Top Mountain as your own front hall. Wander wherever you want, go wherever you please."
"Benefactor," Xuanzang said, "he who does much unrighteousness is doomed to destroy himself. There is nothing wrong with being a demon who occupies a mountain, but if you run rampant, bully others, and harm living beings, then that is gravely wrong."
"Take care of yourselves."
"Do not let this humble monk learn that you have committed any crimes."
With that said.
Xuanzang calmly withdrew his fist, returned to White Horse, and took the reins.
Then he walked along that road, the one his fist force had leveled flat.
Golden Horn and Silver Horn did not even dare breathe loudly.
Just then, Xuanzang stopped and looked back at them, saying, "You two benefactors."
Golden Horn and Silver Horn instantly grew nervous.
They snapped to attention.
"Here!"
"Do you have vegetarian food?"
"It is noon. This humble monk would like to ask you for alms."
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Master, however much you want, we have it."
Golden Horn and Silver Horn hurriedly said.
Their humility was on full display.
As for why they were humble, don't ask.
"Thank you, benefactors."
After the meal.
Xuanzang set off again.
Watching Xuanzang's receding figure until it could