"Heh heh, Senior Brother, watch my brilliant plan."
Silver Horn transformed into an old Daoist, burrowed underground, and headed toward Tang Sanzang.
Beneath a tree, Silver Horn emerged from the ground, picked up a rock, and smashed it against his left leg. Blood immediately streamed down.
"Ow, ow..."
Silver Horn began putting on a pitiful act.
Nearby, Sun Wukong, disguised as Tang Sanzang, had already heard him and hurried over.
He swept his Fiery Golden Eyes over the figure, but surprisingly, he could not see through this demon.
"He's the boy who tends the Silver Furnace, only at the Great Unity Golden Immortal Realm. Someone has merely used a trick to conceal his true form."
Lin Tian transmitted his voice from the shadows. He had cultivated the Truth-Breaking Divine Eyes and could see through all falsehood.
In his eyes, this was a boy, but his face was sly, with a faint, sinister smile.
Monkey's heart settled, and he put on an anxious expression as he approached.
"What happened to you, sir?"
Silver Horn cried out in pain and explained, "I came into the mountains to gather herbs, but I unexpectedly encountered a fierce tiger. While fleeing, I fell down the mountainside and broke my leg. Please save me, holy monk."
Monkey crouched down and reached toward him with a smile.
"I once learned how to set bones. Let me mend yours."
"Hm? You know how to set bones?"
For a moment, Silver Horn failed to react.
"Of course. Honest dealings with young and old alike, at a fair price."
Monkey stroked his head, an inscrutable smile spreading across his face.
"Why are you touching my head? My leg is down here."
Seeing that smile, Silver Horn felt his hair stand on end.
"Don't you know? The skull is the hardest