Yellow Wind Ridge, Eight Hundred Li, Once a Prosperous Land Beyond the Pass

The cicadas had just awakened and started chirping when Tang Sanzang was already sitting on a blue stone, tidying his cassock.

Earth Grudge Fear huddled at his feet, like a ball of Black Fur soaked by the rain.

"Master, why is your mount fading?" Zhu Bajie poked the Earth Grudge Fear Wraith with the tip of his rake, and the dark shadow immediately hissed and spewed out a plume of black smoke.

"How bizarre! Why would a Bodhisattva give you this thing as a mount?"

"Amitabha Buddha!" Tang Sanzang stood up. "It wasn't given by the Bodhisattva, it was..."

Zhu Bajie followed Tang Sanzang's gaze to Fang Yu, and understood immediately.

Fang Yu was squatting by the stream washing something, laughing as he did so, "Just ride this thing, it's better than a horse, at least you won't get eaten by the monsters in the water."

Bajie walked over curiously and saw that Fang Yu had somehow gotten a basket of hawthorns. He grabbed a handful and started eating them with a humming sound, but Fang Yu gave him a warning look.

Bajie had no choice but to throw the remaining hawthorns back, grumbling, "Junior brother, why did you get so many hawthorns?"

"Never mind that, just tell them it's for Old Tang's health. These hawthorns are really good stuff!"

It seems he was preparing to provide Tang Sanzang with additional nutrition.

Actually, he wanted to use hawthorn to help Tang Sanzang digest his food and make him hungry!

Drinking hawthorn juice and eating Braised Tofu Jelly every day, Fang Yu refused to believe that Tang Sanzang couldn't become Great Stomach Bag!

"Come on, Old Tang, drink! Drink it all up!"

Tang Sanzang looked at the red juice and swallowed hard. "Why are you making me drink this?"

"Look, you were recently poisoned. Hawthorn is good for the stomach and stimulates gastric acid secretion, so you won't feel so uncomfortable! Besides, it can also replenish vitamin C."

Tang Sanzang didn't know what Fang Yu meant, but he did see him washing fruit and making juice early in the morning.

"Okay, I'll drink it."

A week flew by. Apart from Bajie telling Fang Yu the tricks of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations Gang, the Journey to the West team spent Tang Sanzang days eating Braised Tofu Jelly, Bajie eating Braised Tofu Jelly, and Monkey eating bananas, and then they continued on their journey.

That day, after lunch, Monkey King suddenly looked into the distance.

"Something's wrong! There's Demonic Aura!"

Fang Yu's Mantra was far more sensitive than Monkey's sense of smell; he knew from a great distance that a group of demons were heading this way.

Then again, if he hadn't known that fairies were coming, he wouldn't have asked to start the meal early.

A sudden gust of cold wind rose along the mountain path, whipping up sand and gravel that lashed against the faces of those Journey to the West.

Squinting, I saw a dark mass of monsters surging out from the mountain hollow ahead!

The leader was a golden-haired ferret spirit, holding Three-Pronged Steel Fork. Fang Yu, who had read Journey to the West, recognized this guy at a glance!

A chilly wind swept across the land, and the invisible, formless yellow sand swirled!

It is indeed the Yellow Wind Monster!

Unfortunately, it lacked background music with a Shaanxi accent.

If we add, "Yellow Wind Ridge, eight hundred li long, was once a prosperous land beyond the Great Wall, Mambo~"

That's the taste!

Sun Wukong held his Golden Cudgel horizontally, protecting Tang Sanzang behind him.

Tiger Vanguard laughed shrilly, "I heard that eating Tang Sanzang can grant immortality? Men, seize him!"

In an instant, a fierce wind arose!

"You," Yellow Wind Monster hesitated, without saying a word, before his monsters rushed forward in a swarm.

The Yellow Wind Monster, caught in the blast, could only puff out its cheeks as a foul-smelling yellow wind rushed towards it!

Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes were blinded, and tears streamed down his face. He dropped his Golden Cudgel to the ground, exclaiming, "Oh dear! My Old Sun's eyes!"

Zhu Bajie dragged his rake backward, shouting, "This wind is wicked! Junior brother, hurry!" Turning around, he saw Fang Yu fall straight into the grass, his breath stopped.

Before Tang Sanzang could react, he was caught in a sack by a little demon.

Tiger Vanguard smugly declared, "What kind of Great Sage Equal to Heaven? He's nothing special! Take him away!"

As the demonic wind subsided, Sun Wukong rubbed his bloodshot eyes and jumped up. "Damn Blondie rat! Bajie, keep an eye on our junior brother, Old Sun going to get reinforcements!"

After Sun Wukong rode away on a cloud, Fang Yu suddenly opened his eyes and stood up with a Carp Jump.

Zhu Bajie was so frightened that he dropped his rake. "Junior Brother, are you pretending to be dead?"

Fang Yu brushed the grass clippings off his clothes. "What can I do? Go blind too? Okay, watch the luggage, I'm going to take care of something."

"Hey junior brother! I'm saying, how about we forget about it! Let's split our luggage, I'll go back to my Gao Family Village, and you go to your... hometown again?"

Fang Yu ignored Zhu Bajie and activated the Flying Thunder God Technique.

His vision shifted, and he instantly appeared in a dark cave.

The two Rat Demon were guarding the unconscious Tang Sanzang. When he suddenly appeared, they were so frightened that their whiskers trembled. "Great, Great King! No, Immortal, spare our lives!"

Although the two Rat Demon didn't know what kind of cultivation or Divine Ability could instantly bring a living person to life, they both knew that such Divine Ability was definitely not that of an ordinary person, so they immediately knelt down.

"Take it easy."

Fang Yu magically produced two plates of glistening braised pork belly, the amber skin trembling slightly. "Want to try some?"

The Rat Demon's nose twitched, and saliva dripped from its mouth.

Fang Yu then conjured up a whole roasted chicken. "I don't care about this monk, but I'll take care of his three meals a day."

He then conjured up dozens of jars of wine, saying, "You guys eat the meat, he'll eat this."

Seeing the food box on the ground, a Nezumi spirit mustered its courage and opened the box, revealing Braised Tofu Jelly inside.

The Rat Demon asked in confusion, "What is this?"

"Never mind him." Fang Yu smiled meaningfully. "If he doesn't eat," he suddenly said, his face darkening, "Just beat him until he wants to eat!"

The two Rat Demon nodded repeatedly while gnawing on chicken legs. Fang Yu looked at the unconscious Tang Sanzang with satisfaction. Before leaving, Flying Thunder God added, "Remember, make sure he eats at least three bowls of rice every meal! If he doesn't eat, beat him!"

Outside the cave, the setting sun blazed like blood. Fang Yu stretched and muttered, "By the time Monkey King brings back the Maitreya Bodhisattva, Tang Sanzang will probably have gained three to five pounds!"

Tang Sanzang slowly awoke from his unconsciousness, a dull ache still lingering on the back of his head from the blows.

Just as he tried to sit up, the iron chains on his wrists rattled.

"Hey, the bald monk's awake?"

The shrill voice pierced his eardrums, and Tang Sanzang looked up in alarm. He saw two gray-haired Rat Demon squatting on the stone table, tearing at some kind of dark red flesh with their sharp claws.

Tang Sanzang's Adam's apple bobbed as he uttered "you, you all," his back pressed tightly against the damp rock wall.

The Rat Demon suddenly leaped in front of him, its foul breath hitting his face. "Bald monk, are you hungry?" It held out a bowl of crystal-clear, blocky food. "Eat!"

"Ah? This humble monk."

"Smack!"

Before Tang Sanzang could react, he received a stinging slap on his left cheek.

"You can eat it! Did you hear me?!"

"I heard you."

Tang Sanzang, trembling, held the bowl, suddenly realizing that this Braised Tofu Jelly was almost identical to the Fang Yu had. "Huh? What's this?"

"Smack!"

He received an even harder slap on his right cheek, and his two back molars became slightly loose.

The Rat Demon's sharp claws gripped his chin. "Eat or not!"

"I'll eat. I'll eat."

Tang Sanzang trembled as he rummaged through the mung Braised Tofu Jelly, the sticky substance making a nauseating, slurring sound between his teeth.

The sauce was mixed with black mud from the Rat Demon's fingernails; every bite felt like swallowing one's dignity.

After finishing a large plate of food, Tang Sanzang put his hands together and began chanting scriptures.

"Hehe!" The Rat Demon found Tang Sanzang's appearance amusing. "Singing sutras, you hypocrites, who knows how many lovers you have in private! I know there's a temple south or west of the river where the old monk sleeps in the same bed with the village widow every night!"

"How would I know? I see it all the time when they're stealing lamp oil! And it's always different each time!"

"That monk was something like Shi, I forgot to ask him."

As a result, the more strange things it described, the faster Tang Sanzang recited them.

"Nam Amitabha Buddha Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva"

"Smack!"

A slap landed on his face, leaving Tang Sanzang stunned.

"You're not allowed to chant scriptures here with Grandpa! He'll beat you every time you do!"

Tang Sanzang could only strain his neck and say, "I won't recite it anymore."