Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

As he chewed, the sweetness of the green onions, the saltiness of the sauce, and the spiciness of the onions combined with the fragrance of the mixed grains in the pancake triggered a unique aroma.

At that moment, Tang Sanzang felt a satisfying fullness in his mouth, heartily chewing with increasing relish!

"Hey! Yo ho, not bad at all!" Tang Sanzang praised with shining eyes.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong and Zhu Ganglie joined him, each grabbing a pancake roll, and savored it deliciously.

"The taste is okay, just a bit too salty," Zhu Ganglie commented.

"It's kind of tough to chew," said Sun Wukong.

The Catfish Leader spoke, "Elders, though the pancake rolls with green onions look rough, the size of the pancake, the amount of onion, and how much sauce to spread are all meticulous matters. A good pairing makes it delicious; a poor one, as you said, makes it either hard to chew or too salty."

While they talked, Catfish Leader and his brother rolled another one for them, and upon trying, they indeed found it excellent, praising continuously.

By then, the huge carp that Sha Wujing was roasting was almost done. Initially a hundred meters long, his refined technique reduced it to merely about ten pounds...

Half was used to make soup and the other half was roasted. Now, as the aroma drifted over, it whetted everyone's appetite tremendously.

Thus, several monks sat on the beach, with a pancake in one hand and fish in the other, eating delightfully.

The Catfish brothers turned into waiters, expertly rolling pancakes.

Sha Wujing, however, kept a careful eye on them to learn how they rolled the pancakes and, after observing for a while, his results were surprisingly good as well.

Then Sha Wujing pulled both catfish aside and earnestly learned the techniques of making the sauce and pancakes, and he also asked for some onion seeds.

"Alright, you can go back now. Remember, don't harm anyone, and peacefully be good demons until you ascend to immortality," Tang Sanzang instructed.

The catfish spirits bowed repeatedly in thanks, then obediently returned to the Tongtian River.

Half an hour earlier, outside the Temple of the Great King of Inspiration.

The Chen family couple and old Mr. Chen were inconsolably grief-stricken. Villagers almost had to hold them back by force to prevent them from kicking the door down and releasing their child.

"Old Chen, bear with it. When the moon is directly overhead, the Great King of Inspiration will come for the person. Once they're gone, the pain will lessen," someone advised.

However, the Chen couple could not grasp this, aware only that in a quarter of an hour, their beloved daughter would be taken by the Great King of Inspiration!

Listening to their daughter's cries for her mother, her father, wanting to go home from inside the Temple of the Great King of Inspiration...

The couple felt as if their hearts were being torn apart.

Old Mr. Chen, usually so strong, now secretly wiped his tears, puffing on his dry tobacco fiercely, as if trying to smoke himself to death.

On the other hand, the Xu family had already fainted from crying. In this era, favoring sons over daughters was the norm.

The Chen family had sent away a daughter, but the Xus had sent their only child and heir!

Old Xu would wake up crying, cry until he fainted, cycling through this several times over.

The villagers seemed accustomed to seeing such scenes, having witnessed it every year.

Although they were sympathetic, they all bowed their heads in silence, knowing every household had once sent a child here.

They understood the pain but knew the helplessness even better.

What good would more crying do?

Could it change anything?

Time passed by every second.

When the moon reached its zenith, the old village chief stood up and said, "The time has come to welcome the Great King of Inspiration!"

He announced loudly, and the villagers followed him in kneeling on the ground, bowing towards the Temple of the Great King of Inspiration.

However, after a long time had passed, there was still no response from the Temple of the Great King of Inspiration.

According to usual practice, even if the Great King of Inspiration did not appear, a lesser river demon would reply, "The person has been received and found satisfactory. You may disperse now. The great king ensures your safety and favorable weather for the coming year."

But this year, aside from the hoarse cries of a child, there were no replies from any demon within the temple.

The village head frowned and said in a low voice, "Could it be that our voices were too soft? Let's shout louder!"

"The appointed time has arrived, we welcome the Great King of Inspiration!"

Following the village head, the villagers shouted in unison, their voices loud and clear.

However, there was still no response from any demon in the Temple of the Great King of Inspiration, only the cries of the child.

"Village head, could it be that the Great King of Inspiration is busy today and couldn't make it?" someone asked.

The village head shook his head and said, "That's not possible. Even if the Great King does not come, one of his subordinates always does. It's been like this for many years, and something this bizarre has never happened before…"

"Village head, if the king doesn't come to claim the person, why don't we take the child back?" Old Chen suggested.

The village head shook his head and said, "No, if we take the child back and the Great King of Inspiration comes only to find the child missing, that would lead to serious problems! Let's wait a bit longer!"

The group continued to wait…
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The moon moved across the sky, gradually shifting.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

There was still no movement inside the Temple of the Great King of Inspiration, and even the child had tired of crying.

Someone peeked through the crack of the door and saw two children, each holding a sacrificial fruit, asleep on the altar. The temple was completely empty, not a single demon in sight.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what had happened.

"Village head, what exactly is going on?" someone asked.

The village head was just as confused and replied, "I don't know, we've never encountered something this bizarre in decades."

"Village head, do we continue to wait?" another asked.

The village head hesitated but eventually clenched his teeth and said, "Wait, wait until dawn. If no one comes by then, we'll leave. That way, even if the Great King of Inspiration blames us, we'll have an explanation."

The villagers nodded in agreement and sat down to wait.

Members of the Chen and Xu families crouched to the side, silently praying, "Please don't come, please don't come…"

But they were quickly scolded by others: "What are you doing? Don't you realize where you are? Talking nonsense here could bring retribution."

Just as the two families were about to say something, someone suddenly shouted, "Something is flying this way!"

The hearts of the two families leapt to their throats as they inwardly wailed, "Oh dear heaven, you are truly merciless! Why would you let that damned Great King of Inspiration come now!"

Just then, everyone saw a huge object tumbling through the sky, ultimately crashing with a bang in front of the Temple of the Great King of Inspiration!

People scattered in fright, some even knelt on the ground and cried out, "We welcome the Great King of Inspiration!"

After the chaos, people realized that the figure before them was indeed the Great King of Inspiration, but it seemed that only his head remained!

"Is this the Great King of Inspiration?"

"Why does the Great King of Inspiration have only his head left?"

"It's not the Great King of Inspiration, right? His face is much fatter than before."

"Especially the left side of his face!"

"He seems to be dead…"