At the thought of the scripture pilgrim taking the lead and bringing them to visit brothels, Zhu Bajie found it rather ridiculous.
After spending these days together, he had already realized that Tang Yu was basically a fake monk, indulging in every kind of eating, drinking, and pleasure.
Eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking—he was nearly guilty of all five poisons.
Suddenly, Zhu Bajie found himself looking forward to seeing the expressions on those people from the Buddhist Sect.
The scripture pilgrim they had painstakingly chosen had actually turned out like this.
Still, Zhu Bajie found it strange. Everyone knew that Tang Sanzang was the reincarnation of Golden Cicada from Western Heaven, wholeheartedly devoted to Buddhism.
For nine lifetimes, he had set out on the Journey to the West. Though he had died on the road every time, his devotion to Buddha had never changed.
So how had this renowned Holy Monk become like this in this lifetime?
After resting for a while, the master and disciples set out again.
Guanyin, hidden in the shadows, secretly nodded.
The next tribulation had long since been arranged.
It was Yellow Wind King. Though this demon's magical power was ordinary, the wind he blew was the legendary Samadhi Divine Wind, capable of darkening heaven and earth and making ghosts and gods weep.
With a wave of Guanyin Bodhisattva's hand, a farmhouse appeared nearby. At the same time, she transformed into an old woman.
In this tribulation, Sun Wukong's eyes would be injured, and he would come here to recuperate. Then, Lingji Bodhisattva's Wind-Calming Pearl would be used to capture the demon.
That would complete several more tribulations.
Tang Yu was still basking in the satisfaction of breaking through to the Human Immortal realm, completely unaware that the next tribulation had already arrived without him noticing.
But even if he had known, he would not have cared.
He would just deal with whatever came.
He knew all too well the Buddhist Sect's pathetic tricks.
A sudden gust of wild wind blew over, making it hard for Tang Yu to even open his eyes. "What the hell is this?"
"Demonic aura."
Sun Wukong grabbed his Golden Cudgel and struck to the side, but the demon was very clever. It turned and ran, and Sun Wukong gave chase.
Just as he left, a group of demons emerged again. Zhu Bajie raised his nine-toothed rake and battled them.
The demons deliberately fought while retreating, gradually luring Zhu Bajie away.
Luring the tiger from the mountain!
Seeing this, Tang Yu's lips curled into a disdainful sneer.
Another fierce wind swept over, carrying Tang Yu toward a distant cave.
So this is what riding the clouds and soaring through the mist feels like?
It was pretty refreshing.
Tang Yu could not help but enjoy it, but before long, he had landed inside the demons' lair.
The little demons around him brandished their weapons and howled.
"Hahaha! I heard that eating Tang Sanzang's flesh can grant immortality!"
Yellow Wind King burst into loud laughter.
Immortality, my ass.
That was all propaganda spread by those bastards from the Buddhist Sect, deliberately setting up tribulations for him.
What bullshit!
Tang Yu slowly rose to his feet and brushed the sand and dirt from his clothes.
"Do you have anything to eat? I'm hungry."
Silence!
Yellow Wind King's laughter stopped abruptly. He stared at Tang Yu in disbelief.
He had just said he was going to eat him, yet Tang Yu was not afraid at all. He had even calmly asked if there was anything to eat.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Like an idiot, Yellow Wind King answered instinctively.
The moment the words left his mouth, he realized something was wrong. He was supposed to eat Tang Yu—how could he let Tang Yu eat at his place?
"You monk, aren't you afraid I'll eat you? They say that eating the flesh of a monk from the Tang dynasty grants immortality."
Yellow Wind King put on a ferocious expression.
Perhaps others would have found that expression frightening.
But Tang Yu did not care in the slightest.
Tang Yu glanced at him as though looking at an idiot.
Then he swaggered over and sat on Yellow Wind King's throne.
He lit a cigarette and looked down at Yellow Wind King from above.
It gave Yellow Wind King the illusion that he was Tang Yu's underling.
But what was that smoking thing he was puffing on? That monk even looked like he was enjoying it.
"Hey, monk from the Tang dynasty, what the hell are you smoking?"
"Want one?"
Tang Yu exchanged a pack of enhanced cigarettes from the system and tossed it to Yellow Wind King.
Yellow Wind King fiddled with it, opened the pack, took one out, and put it in his mouth. Then he copied Tang Yu and lit it.
Hiss...
After one puff, Yellow Wind King's eyes immediately lit up. His whole body felt buoyant, as if he were floating toward immortality.
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
He puffed one drag after another. Good stuff—this really was good stuff.
Watching him smoke like an opium addict, Tang Yu secretly chuckled.
These were enhanced cigarettes.
Hm?
One day, no matter what, I have to let Buddha try these cigarettes too.
Good things had to be shared with everyone.
"Damn, this feels good."
Yellow Wind King sighed from the bottom of his heart, then immediately lit another one.
"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 vegetarian food." Yellow Wind King hurriedly ordered the little demons behind him.
"Meat. I want meat," Tang Yu reminded him.
He had already reached the Human Immortal realm, so his stomach would not grow hungry anymore, but he still craved good food.
The Holy Monk wanted meat?
Yellow Wind King froze for a moment, but he was completely captivated by the cigarettes and did not think much of it. He immediately ordered his subordinates to prepare it.
Before long, a lavish feast of meat dishes was ready.
Yellow Wind King was quite considerate. Seeing that Tang Yu was a mortal, he assumed he could not eat raw meat, so he even had his little demon subordinates cook it before serving it.
Under Yellow Wind King's hospitality, Tang Yu took his seat and began eating. He also pulled out a bottle of Erguotou.
After two cups of liquor, Yellow Wind King patted Tang Yu on the shoulder. "Little brother, don't worry. Here on Yellow Wind Ridge, this is my territory. Just say the word if anything happens, and I'll have my boys chop him to death."
At this moment, Yellow Wind King looked exactly like a street gangster, thumping his chest loudly as he made his promise to Tang Yu.
"Big brother, that's all I needed to hear."
Tang Yu took the initiative to light a cigarette for him.
Thus, one man and one demon smoked and drank, clinking cups and enjoying themselves immensely.
One called the other big brother, while the other called him little brother.
"Little brother, what are you going to Western Heaven for? Why not stay here in my Yellow Wind Cave? You and I can eat meat and drink wine together—wouldn't that be wonderful?" Yellow Wind King suggested.
In truth, he mostly wanted the cigarettes. The more he smoked them, the better they felt.
Especially with a little liquor, it was simply pure enjoyment.
"Big brother, to be honest, your little brother doesn't want to go either. Haven't I been forced into it? If I could stay here and roam freely with you, big brother, I would be more than willing."
Tang Yu wore an expression of bitterness and helplessness.
Seeing that his newly sworn little brother seemed to have something troubling him—
—and perhaps because he had drunk a little—
"Damn it, who dares force my little brother? Little brother, tell me who it is, and I'll blow him to death."
Yellow Wind King exploded. His face was red, and he looked ready to gather his underlings and go chop someone up at any moment.
"Guanyin Bodhisattva."
Tang Yu glanced at Yellow Wind King, secretly holding back his laughter.
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