Baolin Temple.
In the meditation room.
After hearing the news Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie had brought back, Tang Sanzang asked a few questions and then left it at that. He ate his vegetarian meal, then lay back down on the bed.
Sun Wukong, Huanglong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Heshang went to wander around the royal city.
"Manjushri Bodhisattva doesn't distinguish good from evil. He's a hypocrite."
"The Western Teachings and Buddhism seem to be the greatest sects in the Primordial Wilderness, but that's only on the surface. Aside from the two Sages and a few who truly seek the Buddha's path, the rest of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are just selfish villains."
Tang Sanzang muttered to himself. He had little regard for the gods and Buddhas filling the heavens.
He thought especially poorly of Manjushri Bodhisattva; his opinion of him had only grown worse.
While Tang Sanzang was resting,
blood-black rules suddenly enveloped the entire meditation room. Through the mist, King of Wuji approached the bed. Taking Tang Sanzang by surprise, he unleashed a restriction and lunged to bite his neck.
Boom!
The Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner radiated golden light, and a barrier sprang up to protect Tang Sanzang.
"Heh, I've been waiting for you."
A glint flashed in Tang Sanzang's eyes. With a slight movement of his magic power, the Brocade Cassock transformed into countless chains of Buddhist script and order, binding King of Wuji's hands and feet.
The Nine-Ringed Monk's Staff came crashing down, striking King of Wuji on the head and body.
"Tang Sanzang, don't get cocky!"
"Bloodthirsty Demonic Path, devour heaven and earth!"
King of Wuji let out a cold snort.
Piercing, monstrous shrieks echoed through the meditation room. Behind him, ghostly figures formed a pair of spine-chilling wings, somewhat like a bat's. His