Sun Wukong readily agreed to go to the Netherworld and retrieve the Yellow Lion Spirit's soul. That task was settled.
But the Great Sage could never sit still. He circled Chen Wei three times, quick as a spinning top. "Boy, tell Old Sun this: how can a mere little Golden Immortal like you hold off the Nine-Headed Lion?"
Sun Wukong spoke bluntly.
Even with all his tricks, he had suffered at the Nine-Headed Lion's jaws back then. If Chen Wei went there to reason with him, he would be a lamb walking into a lion's mouth.
Chen Wei smiled and was just about to speak.
"Great Sage! He has me!" Yang Chan cut in. As Wukong and Bajie stared in bewilderment, she took out her Storage Bag and gave it a casual pat.
Clatter!
Then treasure light shot into the sky. Waves of Magic Power in every hue intertwined, nearly blinding the two Buddhist worthies.
The Golden Bow and Silver Bullets, the Demon-Binding Rope, the Demon-Revealing Mirror, the Mountain-Splitting Axe, the Mountain-Driving Whip, the Yin-Yang Demon-Slaying Sword... all sorts of Magical Treasures piled into a small mountain at Chen Wei's feet.
Zhu Bajie looked closely at the Magical Treasures on the ground and exclaimed, "Good heavens! Third Holy Mother, did you empty out Yang Jian's treasure vault?"
Yang Chan lifted her chin slightly, looking thoroughly pleased with herself and not the least bit guilty.
Chen Wei shrugged helplessly.
Yang Chan had practically scraped the ground three feet deep on her trip back to Guanjiangkou. If the Howling Celestial Dog had not run fast enough, she probably would have dragged him along to bolster their presence too.
Sun Wukong picked a shimmering dark-gold cloak from the pile of Magical Treasures and examined it curiously.
"What is this?"
"When Old Sun fought