Laozi Teaches You to Brainwash Before Killing-Even Their Souls Must Kneel and Give Thanks

Tang Sanzang was covered in quite a bit of blood, some his own and some belonging to others. He lowered his head and glanced at the shallow cut across his chest—it was left by the burly Qi Refining monk, whose blade tip had casually sliced him as the monk was sent flying.

The wound was not deep, having only broken the skin. The blood seeping from it had already dried, leaving a dark red line.

Tang Sanzang wiped the cut with a finger, then put that finger into his mouth and licked it. The rusty taste of blood spread across his tongue. His gaze grew darker, and something faintly gleamed in the depths of his pupils.

He strode up to Guangzhi and looked down at the scrawny monk, who was already trembling into a ball. His voice was calm and cold. "This humble monk's way of saving you is simple—saving you from bandits into corpses.

"You've robbed, plundered, and killed how many people in this mountain ravine? Today, this humble monk will collect your lives. This is my salvation. What do you think?"

With a thud, Guangzhi dropped to his knees. His forehead struck the bluestone ground again and again, leaving it smeared with blood. As he kowtowed, he cried out in a shrill, broken voice, "Spare me, Grandfather! Spare me! I failed to recognize Mount Tai and offended you, Grandfather! Please, be magnanimous and don't hold it against lowly people like us!"

Tang Sanzang raised his fist without expression.

Above the clouds.

Lin Zhu flew out of the pine tree hollow, intending to check on tonight's Journey to the West progress. The moment he reached the skies above Guanyin Zen Monastery, he heard earth-shaking shouts of battle and screams from below.

Looking down, he saw Tang Sanzang punch a