The Furious Tang Sanzang, the Tightening Curse That Sounded at Midnight, Elder Jinchi Meets the Buddha

Tang Sanzang stood in that grand hall without moving for a long time.

Old Immortal's words still rang in his ears. The voice had not been loud, but every word was like a pebble tossed into still water, sending ripples spreading wider and wider until the entire surface had been churned muddy.

His heart had already been filled with many concerns.

When the White Dragon had swallowed him, he had known and felt nothing.

With that single bite, pain had come first.

Then everything had gone dark, and there had been nothing.

When he awoke again, he was already in midair. He saw Tathagata Buddha Patriarch, Eagle Sorrow Ravine beneath his feet, and himself reforming from a mass of mangled flesh into human shape.

At the time, his mind had been full of relief at surviving a disaster and excitement at seeing the true Buddha. He had not thought any further.

But now, Old Immortal's words had pulled him back.

He stood there, his mind racing.

Everything from the past few days replayed over and over in his head, yet the more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt!!

He remembered Sun Wukong saying he was going to fetch alms, then being gone for quite some time.

He had sat by Eagle Sorrow Ravine and waited a long while. He was hungry, the horse was hungry, and though he wanted to leave, he had not dared.

Later, when that dragon had burst out of the water, in that final moment, he had glimpsed a figure crouching atop a distant hill, secretly watching him.

He had not seen clearly, but the silhouette had been very small.

He had wanted to call out then, but before he could make a sound, he had gone into the dragon's mouth.

He had