The white dragon horse, its hooves headed west...
Whether Tang Sanzang liked it or not, he had already left Chang'an. All he could do was follow the Buddhist School's arrangements and head west, reaching the Tang Dynasty's border after roughly two months.
Shuangcha Ridge.
Once he crossed this place, he would have left the Tang Dynasty behind for good.
Now Tang Sanzang sat astride his white horse, holding his Zen Staff and wearing his Kasaya, a chicken drumstick dangling from his mouth as he gazed at Shuangcha Ridge with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
He knew that today, he would encounter the first demon of his life.
General Yin!
In other words, that tiger demon.
After wreaking havoc on poultry and wild beasts all across the Tang Dynasty, Tang Sanzang had now reached level sixteen. He stood at the pinnacle of mortal strength, just one step away from the Earth Immortal Realm.
Of course, he knew the Five Directional Jiedi were protecting him, but Tang Sanzang paid them no mind.
He ate when he wanted and drank when he wanted.
After all, to put it bluntly, agreeing to fetch the scriptures from the Western Paradise for them was generous enough. If they refused to let him eat meat as well, that would be going too far.
Tang Sanzang would never accept that.
This was also the real reason Tang Sanzang was not afraid of General Yin at all.
Even if he really could not beat him, weren't the Immortals and gods of the Buddhist School and the Heavenly Court still there?
With them around, there was absolutely no way he would die.
In that case, what did he have to fear?
What Tang Sanzang did not know was that the Five Directional Jiedi responsible for protecting him had