"It was time for This Seat to take the field."
Lu Chuan vanished from inside True Martial Temple.
On Yellow Wind Ridge, at Yellow Wind Cave.
"Great King! Great King!"
A monster chieftain rushed into the cave.
The Yellow Wind Monster said, "How is it?"
The chieftain said, "I saw that long-snouted, big-eared monk from afar in the woods. The ox-headed monk has returned too."
The Yellow Wind Monster narrowed his eyes and said, "Looks like my wind really didn't blow them to death. What are they doing?"
The chieftain said, "This little one only saw them sitting together, their brows knotted in sorrow, sighing long and short. They did nothing at all. I just don't know what they were thinking."
"Hahaha, they want to save that monk, but they're also afraid of my divine ability. Now they're caught between advancing and retreating." The Yellow Wind Monster laughed smugly.
Taking advantage of the moment, he lay back on the stone seat, held a teapot in his right hand, narrowed his eyes, and poured a mouthful of fragrant oil into his mouth. At once, his mind cleared and his spirit refreshed.
"Comfortable!"
For one thing, he did not eat people much, and for another, he had no special hobbies. But after stealing fragrant oil on Spirit Mountain and eating too much of it, once he came to the mortal world, he was always thinking about that taste.
A minor leader muttered, "Great King, what if they invite helpers here?"
"What then?"
The Yellow Wind Monster said smugly, "As long as Lingji Bodhisattva doesn't come, then I'm not bragging—of all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, no matter who comes, they won't be able to handle it."
"Great King is mighty..."
The little monsters all grew excited.
They were all little