Guanyin Bodhisattva's Mouth, a Liar's Ghost: Was the White Dragon Horse Actually a Forced Sale?

Golden Head Attendant saw that the matter had settled and hurriedly flew out from behind Guanyin Bodhisattva, returning to his place among the gods. As he passed Tang Sanzang, his steps noticeably quickened. There was guilt and avoidance in his eyes, and he did not dare meet Tang Sanzang's gaze.

Tang Sanzang raised his head and glanced at him.

That single look was so cold that Golden Head Attendant's back stiffened for an instant.

Seeing Tang Sanzang lower his head, Guanyin Bodhisattva no longer cared whether he was truly convinced. In her view, whether Tang Sanzang submitted was unimportant. What mattered was that the authority of Western Heaven could not be questioned. Golden Head Attendant's matter was over, and no one was allowed to dredge up the past again.

She lifted her chin slightly, her gaze sweeping over Tang Sanzang's gleaming bald head. That compassionate, dignified smile returned to her lips, as though her accusation of "shielding a murderer" had never happened.

Western Heaven was without fault, and its people could not possibly make mistakes. That was an ironclad rule, one no one could shake.

Sun Wukong stood to the side and saw Guanyin Bodhisattva's conduct clearly. He sneered inwardly, the coldness of it like a winter blade, chilling him from his throat to his heart.

He had been pinned beneath Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years. He had long seen through the faces of these gods and Buddhas. They spoke of compassion and saving all living beings, yet deep down, none were more protective of their own or more hypocritical.

When one of their own made a mistake, it became "no ill intent, no evil deed." When someone else made one, it became "grave sins, deserving of hell." He had witnessed this double standard countless times back when