The Scorpion Demon took out a pouch to prove her identity. At her command, the guards immediately charged at Wukong.
Wukong had no choice but to dodge the guards carefully, fighting the Scorpion Demon with his movements hampered at every turn.
The Scorpion Demon was shrewd, too. Seeing Wukong's scruples, she did not fight him, but hid among the guards, leaving him no opening to strike.
More and more guards gathered, hemming Wukong in and making his predicament increasingly awkward.
Seizing her chance, the Scorpion Demon slipped forward and unleashed her Horse-Felling Poison Stinger.
Surrounded by guards, Wukong took a sting to the head. Unable to bear the pain, he cried, "Oh, the agony!" and somersaulted away.
The Scorpion Demon laughed a few times and said, "The monk from the Tang Dynasty attempted to assassinate the sovereign! His crime is beyond pardon! Search the entire city for him!"
"Yes!" the guards answered.
Soon, a large force of Imperial Guards surrounded the Courier Station to arrest Tang Sanzang and his disciples.
Fortunately, the Grand Preceptor had secretly brought Tang Sanzang and his disciples to her residence during the day, allowing them to escape this calamity.
Meanwhile, Wukong's headache was almost unbearable. He returned to the Grand Preceptor's Residence, staggering, pressing his forehead and frowning. Seeing him, Tang Sanzang and the others hurried over.
"Brother, what happened to you?" Bajie asked.
"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" Wukong said. "That demon stung me, and now my head feels as though it's splitting apart. I was beaten and came back."
Hearing this, Bajie could not help panicking. "Brother, if even you're no match for that demon, just where did she come from?"
"I don't know where that demon came from, but she has some skill at arms," Wukong said. "Earlier, she fought Old