Journey West

Before long.

Tang Sanzang rode his white horse, bringing along the two attendants Li Shimin had bestowed upon him, and swayed leisurely out of Chang'an.

Before two days had passed, they entered the territory of Twin Fork Ridge.

This place had towering mountains and dense forests, with mist hanging thick and bright; at a glance, it clearly was no land of kindness or virtue.

The two attendants' calves had already begun to cramp.

"E-Elder, I heard there are demons on Twin Fork Ridge, ones that specialize in eating passing travelers..." Attendant A's voice trembled.

"Yeah, Elder, how about we take a detour?" Attendant B was on the verge of tears.

Tang Sanzang reined in his horse and lifted his eyes. Ahead, beneath a crooked old pine tree—

A burly man stood there, eight feet tall and also eight feet around the waist, wearing an ill-fitting scholar's robe, yet topped with a furry tiger head.

It was none other than General Yin.

He had clearly also seen Tang Sanzang and his party. His bell-sized tiger eyes suddenly lit up, then he forcibly suppressed it, put on a ferocious expression like a vicious god or evil spirit, and let out a howl:

"Hey! This mountain was opened by me, this tree was planted by me! If you want to pass through here... eh, wait!"

Halfway through reciting his lines, he suddenly sniffed hard, extreme humanlike confusion appearing on his tiger face, followed immediately by shock.

He stared fixedly at Tang Sanzang.

"Brocade Kasaya? Nine-Ringed Monk Staff? Riding a white horse? No mistake!"

General Yin was so excited he became incoherent, waving his hands and stamping his feet, almost bursting the seams of the tight scholar's robe on his body.

Before Tang Sanzang could speak, the two attendants had already hugged each other