The mountains rose high, shrouded in misty immortal clouds.
After traveling nearly a thousand miles, Tang Sanzang and his disciples finally arrived at the Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit's dojo, Yellow Flower Temple.
"Master, should we just fight our way in?"
The Ruyi Jingu Bang in Sun Wukong's hand gleamed with golden light as the Law of Battle and the Law of Chaos surged forth.
The Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit and the seven female demons were all hiding in Yellow Flower Temple. They only had to kill them to pass the tribulation.
"You unruly monkey, why are you always so impatient?"
"We've spent dozens of days traveling here. Let's find out what we can about the Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit before doing anything else."
Tang Sanzang patted Sun Wukong on the head and said with exasperation.
Since they weren't allowed to use their magic powers freely during the Journey to the West, he and his four disciples could only travel on foot.
Of course, Tang Sanzang could ride on Huanglong's dragon body.
Crack!
Creak!
The gates of Yellow Flower Temple suddenly swung open. Several young Daoist attendants stood on either side as a middle-aged man in Daoist robes walked out of the main hall, smiling.
"The Holy Monk has traveled all the way from Great Tang in the Eastern Land. I must insist you stay and rest for a few days. We can discuss the Dao together while you're here."
"Holy Monk, elders, please come inside!"
The Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit spoke slowly. He looked exceptionally kind, with not a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Since the temple master has invited us so sincerely, this humble monk and his four disciples will accept."
"Wukong, let's go in!"
Tang Sanzang pressed his palms together and spoke with great compassion, though a storm was raging