Boom!
Just then, the Flowing Sand River roared, and a fierce, burly man burst out of it with a bellow. "I'm eating Tang Sanzang's flesh today, and no one's stopping me!"
"Screw your damn scriptures! Kill!"
"I'll kill Tang Sanzang today! Let's see how you fetch your scriptures then!"
Clearly.
The man before them was Sha Seng!
He wore ragged hemp clothes and had a head of red hair, his entire body radiating a ferocious aura.
When Sha Seng saw Tang Sanzang and his companions, a savage gleam filled his eyes, and genuine killing intent flickered within them.
He wasn't like the other monsters who captured Tang Sanzang for merit. He truly wanted to kill him.
The Jade Emperor and Maitreya had treated him far too cruelly back then. How could Sha Seng possibly go fetch the scriptures now? Even his earlier promise to Maitreya had actually been a lie.
What Sha Seng truly wanted was to kill Tang Sanzang and forcibly bring the Journey to the West to an end.
He had originally intended to lie low and had never planned to fall out with the immortals and Buddhas of the heavens, but what the Jade Emperor and Maitreya had done had chilled his heart to the bone.
For the sake of the Journey to the West, they had forcibly banished him to the Mortal World despite his having done nothing wrong, making him a monster neither human nor ghost.
Not a blade of grass grew anywhere along the Flowing Sand River, and there wasn't a single living thing in its waters-not even a damn fish. Without his system, he probably would have long since been reduced to eating human flesh every day.
Even more infuriatingly, every seven days, he had to suffer the agony of ten thousand arrows