The weather was fair and the sun shone brightly.
Huanglong sprawled lazily on the grass, looking rather sleepy.
"Amitabha. Where have your master and fellow disciples gone?"
A Bodhisattva in a purple kasaya, with a prominent topknot, descended on an Auspicious Cloud before Huanglong. He wore a kindly smile.
"You already know the answer. My master, Tang Sanzang, my senior brother, Sun Wukong, and my junior brother, Zhu Bajie, were naturally subdued by Great King Yellow Wind and trapped in Yellow Wind Cave."
"You Bodhisattvas are so hypocritical. Can't you be a little more sincere?"
"If you want to scheme for destiny and merit, just come out and say it!"
Huanglong paid no attention to Bodhisattva Lingji's false virtue. He lounged on the grass as if it had nothing to do with him, making Lingji grit his teeth in frustration.
But the trouble was, he couldn't get angry at Huanglong.
If they were going by seniority, Huanglong was his granduncle.
"Haha... Huanglong, you're going too far!"
"This poor monk has a Wind-Calming Pearl that can help you withstand Great King Yellow Wind's boundless yellow sand. With this treasure's help, you'll surely subdue him."
Bodhisattva Lingji patiently took the Wind-Calming Pearl from his robes.
It shone with brilliant golden light, and a tranquil Dao Resonance flowed around it.
"An inferior-grade Innate Spirit Treasure that only suppresses strong winds. How is it that the Western Teachings are so poor?"
"Still, it'll only be so-so against Great King Yellow Wind!"
Huanglong said without a hint of warmth.
With a slight movement of his magical power, he drew the Wind-Calming Pearl into his hand.
"Thank you for bestowing this treasure, Bodhisattva Lingji!"
"You can leave now!"
Huanglong gave his head a twist. Demonic Path Laws roared around him, and the pressure of a Peak