A Dream of an Old Immortal in the Dead of Night-Your Disciple Is a Demon of This Age! Tang Sanzang's Choice!!

"You wretched creature! You deserve to die!!!"

Tang Sanzang was beside himself with anger.

He turned, swung himself onto his horse, and snapped the reins. The White Dragon Horse broke into a run along the mountain path.

Its hooves clattered over loose stones, and in a blink it vanished around a bend.

Sun Wukong did not mind. He dusted off his hands and followed.

He walked slowly, keeping several dozen paces behind the White Dragon Horse, neither too far nor too close.

Tang Sanzang said nothing up ahead. Sun Wukong said nothing behind him, simply following at an unhurried pace.

A day passed without Tang Sanzang saying a word to him.

Another day passed, and Tang Sanzang still did not speak.

For days on end, Tang Sanzang was too angry to say a single word to Sun Wukong.

Each evening when they stopped to rest, Tang Sanzang laid out his cushion, sat cross-legged, and chanted sutras with his eyes closed. He did not so much as lift an eyelid toward Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong did not get angry, either. He found a tree, sprang into it, and dozed.

That night,

master and disciple stopped to rest in a ruined temple.

The temple doors were long gone. Half the Buddha statue in the main hall had collapsed, and a thick layer of dust coated its broken head. The altar was piled with straw shredded by rats and bird droppings.

Tang Sanzang sat against a pillar that was still more or less intact and soon fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the ground suddenly seemed to vanish beneath his feet. Something lifted him and carried him through a vast expanse of white cloud and mist.

When his feet touched solid ground again, he found himself before the gate of a