The Ghost King of Wuji Kingdom Seeks Aid, Duanmu Huai's Outrageous Take on the Western Buddhists

To begin with, Sun Wukong left the ghost temple that night and went to find the East Sea Dragon King for a chat and drinks. They made merry all night, but he still remembered Duanmu Huai's words and returned on a cloud at dawn. Then Sun Wukong saw-----the temple had been completely wiped off the map. The entire temple had been reduced to rubble, with only Duanmu Huai sitting dejectedly on a rock and staring up at the sky. The Heavenly Horse stood behind him, silently grazing without a word.

"Master, your old disciple is back."

Sun Wukong made a turn and landed in front of Duanmu Huai.

"Master, what kind of great demon did you run into? The fight must have been intense."

Looking at the completely collapsed temple before him, Sun Wukong was filled with astonishment. After all, throughout their journey to retrieve the scriptures, those demons and monsters had barely lasted a single move against Duanmu Huai before being beaten to death. For a demon capable of fighting his master to this extent...just how powerful was it?

"Sigh..."

Duanmu Huai silently sighed and looked toward Sun Wukong.

"Where did you go?"

"Your disciple went to visit the East Sea Dragon King and catch up with his old brother. Oh, there was plenty of good wine and delicious food there. If you don't mind, Master..."

"Forget the seafood. I'm not interested."

Duanmu Huai waved his hand.

"All right, let's go."

With that, he mounted the horse and silently headed down the mountain. Sun Wukong watched his master's back in confusion for a while before scratching his head and silently following. Master doesn't seem to be in a very good mood. Could some demon have ruined his mood?

Just as Sun Wukong had guessed, Duanmu Huai was extremely depressed.