Drunken Yellow Wind King

It struck Zhu Bajie as rather amusing to think of the scripture pilgrim leading them to visit brothels.

Having spent these past few days together, he already knew that Tang Yu was essentially a fake monk, indulging in all sorts of pleasures.

He was already close to mastering all five vices: eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking.

Suddenly, Zhu Bajie started to anticipate the expressions on the faces of those in Buddhism.

The scripture pilgrim they had painstakingly chosen had turned out to be like this.

However, Zhu Bajie also found it very strange. Everyone knew that Tang Sanzang was the reincarnation of Golden Cicada from the Western Heaven, devoted to Buddhism.

He had embarked on the journey to the West nine times, and though he had died on the road each time, his devotion to Buddhism had never wavered.

How could it be that in this life, the renowned holy monk had become like this?

After a short rest, the master and his disciples set off again.

Guanyin, hidden in the shadows, secretly nodded.

The next tribulation had already been arranged.

It was the Yellow Wind King. Don't be fooled by this demon's seemingly ordinary magical powers; the wind he blows is the legendary Samadhi Divine Wind, capable of darkening the heavens and earth and making ghosts and spirits weep.

With a wave of her hand, Guanyin Bodhisattva conjured a farmhouse nearby, and at the same time, she transformed into an old woman.

For this tribulation, Sun Wukong's eyes would be injured, and he would come here to recuperate. Then, using the Wind-Calming Pearl from Lingji Bodhisattva, they would capture this demon.

And so, these tribulations would be completed.

Tang Yu was still reveling in the pride of breaking through to the Human Immortal cultivation level, completely unaware that the next tribulation had already arrived.

However, even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared.

He would simply deal with each challenge as it came.

He was well aware of Buddhism's petty tricks.

Suddenly, a gust of strong wind blew, making it difficult for Tang Yu to even open his eyes. "What's going on?"

"There's a demonic aura."

Sun Wukong grabbed his Golden Cudgel and struck out to the side. However, the demon was very clever and turned to flee, with Sun Wukong in pursuit.

Shortly after he left, a group of demons emerged again. Zhu Bajie picked up his nine-toothed rake and engaged them in a fierce battle.

The demons, intentionally or unintentionally, fought and retreated, luring Zhu Bajie away without him realizing it.

Luring the tiger away from its mountain!

Seeing this, Tang Yu's lips curled into a cold, disdainful smile.

A gust of strong wind swept through, carrying Tang Yu towards a distant cave.

Was this what flying on clouds felt like?

It was quite exhilarating.

Tang Yu began to enjoy it, but his enjoyment was short-lived as he landed inside the demon's lair.

Surrounding him were lesser demons, brandishing their weapons and shouting.

"Haha, they say eating Tang Monk's flesh grants immortality."

The Yellow Wind King burst into laughter.

Immortality, my ass!

This was all propaganda spread by those scoundrels in Buddhism, deliberately creating tribulations for themselves.

What nonsense!

Tang Yu calmly stood up and brushed the dirt off his clothes.

"Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

Gasp!

The Yellow Wind King's laughter abruptly ceased, and he stared at Tang Yu in disbelief.

He had just declared his intention to eat Tang Yu, yet Tang Yu showed no fear and casually asked if there was anything to eat.

"Yes, yes, yes."

The Yellow Wind King, like an idiot, replied instinctively.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized something was wrong. He was the one supposed to eat Tang Yu; how could he let Tang Yu eat here?

"You monk, aren't you afraid I'll eat you? They all say eating the flesh of the Tang Monk grants immortality."

The Yellow Wind King put on a ferocious expression.

While this might have been terrifying to others, Tang Yu was completely unfazed.

Tang Yu glanced at him, as if looking at an idiot.

He swaggered over and sat on the Yellow Wind King's throne.

Tang Yu lit a cigarette and looked down at the Yellow Wind King from his high vantage point.

This gave the Yellow Wind King the illusion that he was Tang Yu's subordinate.

But what was that smoky thing he was smoking? And the monk looked like he was enjoying it so much.

"Bah, monk from the Tang Dynasty, what are you smoking?"

"Want to try some?"

Tang Yu exchanged a pack of specially enhanced cigarettes with the System and tossed it to the Yellow Wind King.

The Yellow Wind King fumbled with it, opened the pack, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it, mimicking Tang Yu's action.

Hiss...

After just one puff, the Yellow Wind King's eyes lit up. He immediately felt a surge of energy, as if he were floating and about to ascend to immortality.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

He took puff after puff. This was a good thing, a truly good thing.

Watching him smoke as if he were addicted to opium, Tang Yu chuckled inwardly.

These were specially enhanced cigarettes.

Hmm?

From now on, he definitely had to let the Buddha try this kind of smoke.

Good things should be enjoyed by everyone together.

"This is amazing."

The Yellow Wind King exclaimed sincerely, then lit another cigarette.

"Where did you get this stuff? Hand it over, and I'll spare your life."

Tang Yu glanced at him. "I'm hungry."

"Quick, prepare the vegetarian dishes," the Yellow Wind King hastily instructed the imps behind him.

"I want meat, I want to eat meat," Tang Yu reminded him.

He was now a Human Immortal, so he didn't get hungry anymore, but he still had cravings.

The Holy Monk wanted to eat meat?

The Yellow Wind King was stunned. However, he was completely captivated by the cigarettes and didn't think too much about it, directly ordering his subordinates to prepare the meal.

Before long, a table full of rich meat dishes was ready.

The Yellow Wind King was very accommodating. Seeing that Tang Yu was a mortal, he assumed Tang Yu couldn't eat raw meat and had his subordinate imps cook it before serving.

Under the Yellow Wind King's hospitality, Tang Yu sat down to eat and even took out a bottle of Erguotou.

After two cups of wine, the Yellow Wind King patted Tang Yu on the shoulder. "Little brother, don't worry. Here in my Yellow Wind Ridge, this is my territory. If you need anything, just say the word, and I'll have my subordinates kill them for you."

At this moment, the Yellow Wind King looked like a gangster, patting his chest with a loud thump as he made his promise to Tang Yu.

"Big brother, your words are enough."

Tang Yu took the initiative to light another cigarette for him.

Thus, man and demon, smoking cigarettes, drinking wine, toasting each other, they were having a grand time.

Calling each other "Big Brother" and "Little Brother" incessantly.

"Little brother, why are you going to the Western Heaven? Why don't you stay here with me in the Yellow Wind Cave? We can eat meat and drink wine together, wouldn't that be wonderful?" the Yellow Wind King proposed.

In truth, his main motivation was still the cigarettes. The more he smoked, the more he enjoyed them.

Especially with some wine, it was simply heavenly.

"Big brother, to be honest, little brother doesn't want to go either. I'm being forced, aren't I? If I could stay here and enjoy myself with big brother, little brother would be very willing."

Tang Yu put on a bitter and helpless expression.

Seeing that his newly recognized little brother seemed to have some troubles, and coupled with the effects of the alcohol.

"Damn it! Who dares to force my little brother? Little brother, tell me who it is, and I'll blow them away!"

The Yellow Wind King exploded, his face flushed red, looking as if he was about to summon his subordinates to go on a killing spree.

"It's Guanyin Bodhisattva."

Tang Yu glanced at the Yellow Wind King, secretly suppressing a smile in his heart.