Slaughter your way into Wuzhuang Temple!
Sanzang had not spoken those words aloud. They were a thought in his mind, transmitted through divine sense.
His sinister eyes bored into the tightly shut gates of Wuzhuang Temple. His tattered kasaya snapped in the wind, and blood and grime mottled his entire body, yet none of it could conceal the venomous resentment he had suppressed to its breaking point.
Sanzang knew full well.
Sun Wukong and the other two were merely his protectors on the surface, bound by the Buddhist School's imperial edict to accompany and guard him.
The ones truly protecting him in secret were several of the Buddhist School's most powerful Personal Disciples.
Maitreya, Ksitigarbha, Mahasthamaprapta, Medicine Tathagata, and the others.
Jieyin and Zhunti did not want to see Sanzang slain again as he had been before.
Thus, ever since the second Journey to the West began, these supreme combatants of the Buddhist School had remained hidden, concealing their auras with unsurpassed Buddhist Dharma and protecting him from afar.
Even Daoist Duobao and the others from the Interception Sect might not readily detect their movements.
Now, malicious thoughts surged through Sanzang's mind, and he could restrain them no longer.
His divine sense transmission, laden with towering hatred and brutality, passed straight through layer upon layer of space and reached the ears of the Buddhist School experts in hiding.
Meanwhile, within the void.
Inside a Void Rift shrouded in buddha light.
Maitreya, Ksitigarbha, Mahasthamaprapta, and Medicine Tathagata sat cross-legged, buddha light flowing around them, their presences vast and mighty.
They had seen everything when Qingfeng sent Sanzang flying over a thousand li with one palm strike, yet they had not intervened.
For this Journey to the West contained eighty-one trials, each meticulously arranged by the Buddhist School.
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