Tasting Black Bear's Tongue for Delicacies, Eight Hundred Li of Yellow Wind Annihilates the Demons

Sun Wukong tied up the monks after cleaning things up a bit. Seeing that even the Black Bear Spirit had been slapped to death by Duanmu Huai, the monks were so terrified that they did not dare breathe loudly, huddling together and whimpering as they cried for their fathers and mothers. Sun Wukong did not care about any of that. After tying them up, he summoned a gust of demonic wind and blew them straight to the nearby county office, along with a letter explaining the circumstances in detail.

When the county office opened early the next morning, the gatekeeper was given quite a fright upon seeing dozens of broad-shouldered, muscular monks tied up like dumplings and whimpering outside. After reading the letter, he did not dare delay and hurriedly reported the matter. The county magistrate was greatly surprised when he learned what had happened. After all, over the years, people had often come to the authorities to report that someone had gone missing. The county government had even sent people to search, but they had found no trace of them. They had assumed that some demon had cultivated into existence in the mountains and captured them to eat, but they had never expected them to have become the victims of these evil monks.

The county magistrate immediately sent people to search Guanyin Monastery. Following the monks' identifications, they dug more than a hundred corpses out of the cemetery in the rear courtyard. They had not even been given coffins, but had simply been buried in the ground, and by the time they were unearthed, their faces were completely unrecognizable. The constable leading the group was both furious and enraged at the sight. He hurriedly reported back to the county magistrate, who was likewise filled with rage upon hearing the