It was September, the third month of autumn. Ye Chen and Tang Sanzang and his disciples had entered a forest. Sun Wukong let Tang Sanzang sit down and rest while he rode off on a cloud to beg for food.
Tang Sanzang sat on the ground meditating and chanting scriptures when a faint cry for help suddenly came from nearby. Following the sound, he found a young woman hanging from a pine tree.
Tang Sanzang asked why she had been left hanging there. The woman said she had run into bandits on her way to visit a grave, and they had tied her up.
The woman asked Tang Sanzang to untie her, and he agreed. But just as he began to loosen the ropes, she reached out to grab him. Tang Sanzang wasn't about to let her succeed, and stepped back to dodge her attack.
Tang Sanzang was shocked. He never expected the woman to attack him. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a scorpion, its long tail swaying back and forth.
The scorpion was fiery red from head to tail, its body covered in armor. Its long tail was even longer than its body, and its gleaming stinger radiated a dangerous light.
Its pair of emerald-green eyes seemed perfectly in harmony with its body, shining with dazzling brilliance.
Tang Sanzang began silently circulating his Cultivation Method. A lotus flower appeared beneath him, and he sat atop it. Faint, icy-blue mist could be seen rising from beneath him.
The lotus gradually became translucent, its icy-blue surface lustrous as jade, so tempting it made one want to rush over and take a bite.
Tang Sanzang radiated an aura of explosive power. His muscles weren't bulky and stiff; his whole body had smooth, graceful contours, and his muscles were