"Could Krakucchanda Buddha really not be here?"
Pigsy could not hold back any longer:
"Did he run away? Or is the owner of the severed arm actually him?"
"Didn't I already say?"
Sun Wukong grinned, seeming to be in an extremely good mood, carefree and happy:
"It can't be Krakucchanda Buddha. I don't know how strong Krakucchanda Buddha actually is, but I possess the Destiny Sequence Curse Source, so my senses are extraordinarily sharp. I dare to conclude that this severed arm absolutely does not belong to Krakucchanda Buddha."
"If it isn't him, Senior Brother, why don't you call out a few more times?"
Pigsy was eager to make a move.
A sharp light flashed in Sha Wujing's eyes.
The White Dragon Horse stamped all four hooves restlessly, agitation stirring in its heart.
Tang Sanzang was uneasy and apprehensive. Sitting on the horse's back, he kept glancing sideways at Sun Wukong from time to time, hoping Sun Wukong would settle down a little. His heart was also unbearably bitter:
"How long has it been? Trouble has already cropped up again. If Buddha doesn't show up in time this time, will this group fall apart?"
He did not know the answer.
But he knew very clearly that the group could do without Pigsy and Sha Wujing, but it absolutely could not do without Sun Wukong.
Without Sun Wukong, could he rely on lazy Pigsy and fickle Sha Wujing to travel to Western Heaven?
It would not be quite as difficult as ascending to Heaven, but it would not be far off.
At first, Tang Sanzang had disliked Sun Wukong quite a bit, but as the saying went, adversity revealed true feelings and major events revealed true character. Pigsy shrank back whenever he encountered a major incident, and even when something happened,