Conflict

That tiger had chased him so badly back then. If the hunter had not frightened it away, he would have long since become a tiger's meal.

Yet his disciple had subdued the fierce tiger with such ease. His strength clearly could not be underestimated.

And so, the two once again set out on the road west to seek the scriptures.

Before long, they passed a village household. The family happened to recognize Sun Wukong, so they allowed master and disciple to rest at their home for the night and gave them a vegetarian meal.

Early the next morning, the two set out on the journey for the scriptures once more.

Unexpectedly, before they had traveled even several dozen li, they ran into a band of bandits.

Every one of the bandits rode a steed and wore black cloth masks. They looked fierce and vicious, clearly no decent people.

They were not picky, either. The moment they saw Sun Wukong and Xuanzang, two monks, they wanted to rob them.

The bandit leader sat atop his horse and barked arrogantly, "Hand over everything you have!"

Xuanzang had grown up in Chang'an City, where public order was good and the people were simple and honest. He had never seen such a scene, so he hurriedly looked to Sun Wukong.

A few ordinary bandits were nothing to Sun Wukong. They were not even enough to pick his teeth with.

Sun Wukong grinned broadly. "Come over here. I've got a fine treasure to show you."

At that, the bandits' eyes lit up, and they all crowded closer.

Then Sun Wukong slowly pulled out the Golden Cudgel from his ear.

What was the Golden Cudgel? It was the Sea Stabilizing Divine Iron personally forged by Laozi, weighing 13,500 jin.

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