The Method of Spreading Buddhism

However, a moment later, the Yellow Wind Monster personally invited Tang Xuanzang out.

"Master! Your disciple thought you were dead."

Sun Wukong really doesn't know how to talk...

Tang Xuanzang felt utterly exasperated.

"My disciple, why do I feel as if you want to kill me when you say that?"

Sun Wukong hurriedly waved his hands repeatedly.

"Master, I would never dare to have such a thought!"

The Yellow Wind Monster was over, but when Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and the others went to the cave...

Only then did they discover that there was a bronze statue inside the Yellow Wind Cave, and the statue depicted an old man.

Sun Wukong just felt that something was amiss.

Zhu Bajie's eyes, however, lit up.

"Senior Brother! This gilded bronze must be something expensive. Why don't we take it and go take a look? We might be able to get a good price for it, and then we'll have enough money for our journey west."

Tang Monk coughed.

"Bajie, if you dare to do this again, your master will show no mercy, Great Might Heavenly Dragon!"

Near the extreme point of the Primordial World, Guiche and Luohou locked eyes.

"The Demon Race is currently leaderless. If this continues, neither of us will survive."

Guiche's words seemed to be somewhat well-intentioned and earnest.

However, Luohou didn't seem to care at all.

"Do you know why Hongmeng ignored me when I was in trouble? Nobody's a fool, not even my Devil Race."

The Guiche was getting a little anxious.

"Since that's the case, why don't we formally join forces? Once the Yaomo and monster races unite, this Primordial World will surely fall under our jurisdiction. Sticking together for mutual support is the wise thing to do now."

Luohou stared at the Guiche opposite him.

"What are you planning to do? Right now, there's no leader, and a large amount of Demon Power can't enter the Primordial World to fight against them."

The Guiche chuckled.

"They've already begun their journey westward. Why don't we two use our limited abilities in this world? Enslave Human Race! Keep them like livestock."

"Once it reaches adulthood, we'll devour it! I believe that as long as we keep a low profile, there won't be any problems."

Luohou frowned.

"That old Hongmeng and his disciples are not fools."

"So you're saying we should just let the current situation continue like this? After the Immeasurable Tribulation is over, the power of Buddhism will surely increase! At that time... where will the two of us find refuge?"

Luohou smiled.

"Just as you said, devour the essence of humans and use the Human-Devouring Yao Art to strengthen our Yaomo race!"

The Guiche opposite burst into laughter.

"Feasible!"

Meanwhile, the group of master and his disciples returned to the ancient town, but it remained exactly the same as before.

Tang Monk and his companions arrived at the peasant woman's house again.

The farmer looked at the group of people as if they were lunatics, seemingly unable to believe his eyes.

"This... how is this possible? Weren't you all captured by the Yellow Wind King? How are you still alive!"

Tang Xuanzang smiled slightly.

"Hey lady, could you please give Xuanzang some face? We've already dealt with the Yellow Wind King, and your town won't have to fear him anymore!"

The peasant woman across from him was crying her eyes out.

Is what the master said true?

Tang Xuanzang nodded heavily.

"A person who has renounced worldly life never lies!"

The peasant woman shouted excitedly.

"Great! This is fantastic! Now our entire town is safe. But where is that Yellow Wind Monster?"

That's just how human nature is.

The peasant woman used to call him "Yellow Wind King" all the time, but now she despises him to the extreme.

A burlap sack was hanging on Zhu Bajie's Nine-Toothed Rake. When Zhu Bajie opened the sack, he saw the Yellow Wind Monster roll out with a tumble.

"This... this really is that stinking rat! Please wait a moment, masters, I will summon our city lord immediately. We must share this good news with our people as soon as possible!"

Tang Xuanzang nodded quickly.

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony. I'll gladly accept your offer."

About fifteen minutes later, a middle-aged man was seen pushing open the door.

It's often said that weak nations have no diplomacy.

Just by looking at the king in front of them, Tang Xuanzang and his companions could feel that he was utterly devoid of any imposing presence.

How are they different from the farmers in the mountains?

However, it's just that their clothes and style are a bit more fashionable.

The king was moved to tears the moment he saw Tang Xuanzang.

He quickly ran up to Tang Xuanzang and grabbed Xuanzang arm.

"Master! I've already heard about it from my people! I'm truly grateful for this! May I ask how I should address you, Master?"

"This humble monk is a missionary from the Great Tang of the Eastern Lands, primarily here to spread Buddhism and, naturally, for the sake of all the common people! I wonder if Your Majesty would be interested?"

Tang Xuanzang suddenly uttered this remark.

After Xuanzang finished speaking, the king opposite him was slightly taken aback, and then nodded repeatedly.

"This... of course, no problem! Master Xuanzang, could you possibly spread Buddhism to our people? If so, the people's faith in Buddhism will naturally grow stronger! You have saved our people, and you have also saved me, the ruler of this country!"

"Therefore, both morally and logically, I have no reason to refuse you."

Upon hearing the king's words, Xuanzang was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly in approval.

"Since that's the case, then thank you very much, Your Majesty."

"No, no, no! I should be thanking you."

As for Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie, the two brothers, they stayed where they were and let out a long sigh of relief.

The expression on his face was quite helpless.

"Master is starting again."

"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, this is his job, and we, as his disciples, should support him, right, junior brother?"

Zhu Bajie repeatedly.

It couldn't help but hum a few times.

"My senior brother is right."

The group spent the night there and set off early the next morning.

However, it was clear that this town had deeply inherited the Buddhist teachings, which was why Tang Xuanzang was extremely happy the next day.

So much so that I couldn't help but hum a little tune.

Upon seeing this, the disciples turned around and exchanged glances.

They all let out a long sigh.

"Hey senior brother, this master is really something else! How does he play this game?"

"Who knows? But judging from the looks of it, Master probably won't be able to get out of this state anytime soon."

Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie exchanged glances.

They all shook their heads in a somewhat helpless manner.

"I'm truly speechless! How on earth did this master craftsman do that?"

"Who knows? By the way, Bajie, you'd better be careful in the future! Otherwise, don't blame Old Sun for being rude to you. We only have one master; once he's gone, he's truly gone!"