Guanyin's Buddha Light Wasn't Even Fully Set Up Before White Dragon Horse Sent Tang Sanzang Flying with a Kick

His ordinary horse had been eaten by Little White Dragon. Without a mount, he would have to rely on his own two legs. From Eagle Stream Ravine to Western Heaven, who knew how many years that would take? Guanyin Bodhisattva had said she would find him a horse, but she had been gone for ages without returning. He was already sitting on a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent it.

Now that he heard someone shout, "Your horse is here," his first instinct was to curse back—whose horse? His horse had been eaten by a demon long ago. Where was there any horse? Was this bastard making fun of him?

He whirled around in a rage, his mouth half open, curses already at the tip of his tongue.

Then he saw who it was.

Lin Zhu stood on the slope beside the ravine, his Prison God Robe snapping in the wind. Behind him, White Dragon Horse's snow-white coat shimmered softly beneath the sunlight.

The man's features looked especially deep in the backlight, with a lazy smile lingering between his brows and eyes. Standing there, he looked like an immortal who had stepped out of a painting—no, that was wrong. He already was an immortal, and one of the most formidable among them.

Tang Sanzang instantly swallowed the curse on his lips.

The fury on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by an incomparably brilliant smile. He leaped down from the rock, pressed his palms together, and clicked his tongue in admiration. His voice brimmed with exaggerated excitement. "Hell God Boss! It's only been a few days, and how has your looks improved again? This bearing, this presence, this elegance—you're as dazzling as the Sun Goddess in the sky. You're practically blinding this poor monk!"

He scrambled across the