In the guest courtyard of Wuzhuang Temple, Master Xuanzang was practicing his martial arts while facing the morning sun. After he had run through a complete set of the Seventy-Two Supreme Arts, mist rose in curls from the top of his head, yet not a single drop of sweat could be seen falling.
"So... so amazing..."
Zhu Bajie stood inside the room, watching through the window, and exclaimed, "Old Ox, Sha Wujing, hurry and look! Master's inner cultivation is truly rare among mortals..."
When he turned around, both of Zhu Bajie's eye sockets were darkened.
The Bull Devil King sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed. Hearing this, he opened his eyes and said, "Hmph. If he didn't have some real skill, how do you think Master, at such a young age, became the abbot and head monk of Huasheng Temple in the Great Tang?"
At present, the Buddhist Sect was not flourishing in the Southern Continent, while Huasheng Temple was an imperial monastery, so one could imagine that anyone capable of becoming its abbot was certainly no ordinary man.
With Xuanzang's level of martial cultivation, placed among mortals, he was absolutely one of the top experts, an existence people would call a "divine monk."
It was just that after he set foot on the road to retrieve the scriptures, this divine monk embarked on a road of humiliation from which there was no return.
First, the Black Bear Monster punched the holy monk and taught him how to behave; later, the Yellow Wind Monster mocked the holy monk for having no strength...
"Ah, abbot? Master's background is that impressive? Then that's strange. Tell me, why would Master leave behind being an admired abbot with food and drink provided, and insist on coming along this westward road to