Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

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The crowd discussed and checked for a breath.

"Hey! No breath at all—he's dead!"

"What? The Great King of Inspiration is dead?"

The crowd exploded into chaos, followed by collective confusion as they looked at each other…

Still, the Chen family and the Xu family reacted quickly. They dashed towards the Temple of the Great King of Inspiration, kicked open the doors, and rushed in to retrieve their children.

The two children were still asleep. Hearing the cries, they woke up groggily, saw it was their parents, rolled over, hugged their parents, and fell asleep in their arms again.

Perhaps the two children didn't even understand what had happened to this point.

Out of love for their parents, they didn't bother to question why, happy just to be back with their parents.

Ultimately, upon the village chief's confirmation, the Great King of Inspiration was indeed dead, which caused the villagers to cheer.

Though without the Great King of Inspiration they could no longer guarantee favorable weather each year, any hardship was better than the pain of losing a child.

So, the villagers joyfully discarded the white silk and white cloths in their hands, banging gongs, beating drums, and playing cheerful tunes as they headed back to the village.

On their way, these villagers encountered those monks sitting by the river eating their meal but frowned upon seeing the monks brazenly consuming fish.

"These must be fake monks?" someone said to the village chief.

The village chief replied, "What true monk eats meat? You can tell they're fake monks. Let's ignore them and head home."

So, the villagers went back to their village, talking and laughing cheerfully.

Zhu Ganglie scratched his head, watching the retreating villagers, "Master, are these people ill? Just a while ago, they were lifting white banners and crying their hearts out, and now they are singing and dancing joyfully. Someone must have died at their homes to drive them insane."

Tang Sanzang replied, "Who knows? They're probably mentally disturbed."

Sun Wukong said, "Idiot, what do you care if they cry or laugh? If you're really curious, go chase after them and ask."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ganglie was about to get up, but seeing the dwindling amount of fish left, he quickly sat back down: "No way, I'm not going. Why bother asking about trivial matters when eating is more substantial."

So, the men continued to eat meat at ease.

Meanwhile, at Mount Putuo.

Snap!

Guan Yin looked at the suddenly cracked wooden fish in front of her, frowned, then sighed while looking at the empty Lotus Pond, "I allowed you to perform, yet you harmed sentient beings, you deserved this tribulation... Amitabha."

After speaking, Guan Yin closed her eyes.
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Not far away, the Black Bear Spirit and Mu Zha crouched there. Hearing these words, the Black Bear Spirit rubbed his fur and chuckled, "Heh, looks like that Carp Spirit is done for. I told him to give me a bite and I'd tell him a secret to save his life, but he didn't listen. Now he's done for, serves him right!

Ah, what a pity, such a fat fish, I wonder how it tasted…"

Mu Zha gave him a contemptuous look, "You'd better focus, beware lest the Bodhisattva blames you and throws you back onto the western road."

Upon hearing this, the Black Bear hastened to shake his head, "No going, no going, I really don't want to go. That baldy likes plucking hairs, and I've barely grown some fur back, I can't endure his torment."

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Meanwhile, at Black Water River.

"Golden Cicada, why don't you just get a boat?" a Jialan lifted Golden Cicada out of the water, kindly persuading him.

While spitting out the water in his stomach, Golden Cicada stubbornly said, "No, I want to swim across; no one can change my mind! I must swim! This is my training."

Jialan said, "You have been practicing for several months now, and you can only swim five kilometers. But this is eight hundred kilometers, which converts to four hundred kilometers. Are you sure you want to continue?"

"Continue!"

"The quest for scriptures is important, you've delayed too long."

"Don't talk to me about the quest for scriptures; I just want to swim! I want to become stronger!"

"2#￥..."

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Tang Sanzang of course didn't know that he was getting further and further away from Tang Seng.

At this moment, Tang Sanzang was riding on a horse, looking from afar at a pavilion.

The pavilion occupied a vast area, covering nearly half a mountain...

Zhu Ganglie said, "Master, with such a big household, if we go there to beg for a vegetarian meal, they're sure to have all sorts of delicacies. Let's hurry up."

Sun Wukong slapped him on the head, "Fool, stay put! What do you know? This pavilion is strange, not like a normal household. From what I see, it's most likely transformed by a monster!"

Upon hearing the word 'monster', Tang Sanzang's eyes immediately lit up: "Disciples, what are we waiting for?"

As he spoke, Tang Sanzang pointed at Sun Wukong and said, "Wukong, go, beg for a meal far away, and don't come back before it gets dark."

Sun Wukong said with a bitter smile, "Master, what is this?"

Tang Sanzang said, "A monster capable of transforming into so many pavilions must be a big one; it's sure to be a delicacy.

You're quite famous; a lot of monsters on the way know you, so don't scare it off."

"Master, if you really want to eat that monster, why not just barge in, catch it, and stew it? Why make such a fuss?" Sun Wukong said.

Tang Sanzang gave him a glare and said, "You know nothing. What if it doesn't commit evil, and it doesn't provoke me? Should I just barge in and stew it just because I want a bite to eat? Am I that kind of reasonable person? The ancients said, 'One must be famous when taking action.' Understand?"

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes and thought, "You're talking about being famous, weren't you the one who made up eating your own flesh to live forever? You're the one who plays weak to attract trouble, right? You're just enforcing the law by a trick, and still, you talk about being famous."

But Sun Wukong dared not say this out loud, simply coughing and saying, "Master, do I really need to go that far?"

"As far as possible!" Tang Sanzang, worried Sun Wukong might not understand, decisively replied, "Take a day off to visit your kin, go play in the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit."

Then Tang Sanzang called Zhu Ganglie over: "You go back to Gao Laozhuang to visit your kin... forget it, better not go back and cause trouble. Wujing, strip Wufan naked and tie him up on the horseback."

Zhu Ganglie exclaimed, "Master, what's this for?"

Tang Sanzang said, "From now on, you're just a pig, the kind that can't talk, get it? If you ruin my plans, I'll stew you!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ganglie's face turned very dark, thinking how biased this baldy was! The monkey gets to go home and visit, but when it's his turn, he has to act like livestock?

Meanwhile, Sha Wujing was quick to act, stripping Zhu Ganglie almost clean in no time.

Zhu Ganglie, covering himself with a cloth strip, said, "Brother Sha, dear brother Sha, leave me a strip... let's not tear this one."

Sha Wujing nodded, "Second brother, don't worry, your brother won't let you be exposed. I've got a brand new way of tying up pigs, guaranteed not only to keep you covered but also to make you look good."

"Really?" Zhu Ganglie's eyes lit up.