Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Chapter 112 The Inferno

Just as they were considering how to respond, Tang Sanzang spoke up again, "What are you all doing? Hurry over here!"

Having no other choice, everyone reluctantly went over.

Upon entering, they discovered that Tang Sanzang had donned a hat, but it looked somewhat odd due to his lack of hair.

Tang Sanzang said, "My disciples, how do you think my hat could be altered to look nicer?"

…

As seconds turned into minutes, it finally grew dark outside, and the cries of the attendants came from outside, inviting Tang Sanzang to the banquet.

The group panicked but felt helpless.

So, a bunch of them gritted their teeth and followed Tang Sanzang to the banquet.

Just as Sun Wukong was thinking about creating a diversion, suddenly someone shouted, "Fire, fire! Quick, put it out!"

Then chaos ensued at the scene!

Upon reaching the entrance, Tang Sanzang and his companions were immediately stopped, and a waiter apologized, "Honorable monk, due to the fire, the banquet has been canceled."

Before Tang Sanzang could answer, another person shouted, "It was the Eastern monk who set the fire, I saw it!"

Then another voice rang out, "I saw it too!"

"I can testify!"

As the shouts rose and fell, their voices sounded somewhat similar.

The sensations were as if someone was purposefully pinching their nose and tightening their throat while shouting…

But this was no longer important, as everyone's attention was now on Tang Sanzang and his company.

At that moment, amidst all the chaos, a white horse charged past, shouting, "Master, get on the horse!"

Tang Sanzang still hadn't come to his senses when Sun Wukong and the Six-eared Macaque quickly lifted him onto the White Dragon Horse, and then Zhu Ganglie turned around to smash open the imperial city gate, leading the group to charge out, heading west.

They ran more than a hundred kilometers in one breath…

Tang Sanzang furrowed his brows and said, "Something is not right, I didn't start the fire. Why should I be running? Also, that voice… Little White, fly and shout for me, 'I saw it too!' Go ahead, shout!"

The White Dragon Horse, upon hearing this, sweated bullets from its forehead, "Master, I have a sore throat recently, I cannot shout very well."

Tang Sanzang, ever so astute, immediately saw the problem, tilted his head, his expression increasingly fierce, and said through gritted teeth, "I asked you to shout, not swallow, what can't you shout out?"

Having said that, Tang Sanzang dismounted and grabbed the White Dragon Horse.

The White Dragon Horse, with shifty eyes, looked towards Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, the Six-eared Macaque, Sha Wujing, and others, seeking help.

Sun Wukong coughed before he could speak.

Tang Sanzang's expression turned fierce as he looked at Sun Wukong, "What? Is your throat also uncomfortable? Do you need your master to clear it with a stick?"

Sun Wukong quickly said, "Master, you misunderstood, I… was just coughing. Please proceed!"

After Sun Wukong finished, he gave the White Dragon Horse a helpless expression.

The White Dragon Horse, looking at the bald man in front, said with a tearful tone, "I saw it too!"

The voice was both thin and sharp…

Slap!

Tang Sanzang slapped the horse's head and left a handprint on the White Dragon Horse's head, "Shout properly! Louder!"

The White Dragon Horse, with a cry, shouted, "I saw it too!"

Then the creature took off running!

The bald man behind shouted ferociously, "It was indeed you, stop right there!"

Then Tang Sanzang grabbed a stone and threw it with a swing!

There was a loud bang!

The White Dragon Horse, galloping along, instantly froze in place, stiffened, then flipped over with a roll of its eyes.

Although he missed out on meat and wine, Tang Sanzang didn't stew the White Dragon Horse. He just cursed all the way, occasionally giving the White Dragon Horse a hard time.

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Like making it carry mountains or something...

All the way, the White Dragon Horse cried and wailed but was helpless.

Meanwhile, someone else was crying and cursing loudly.

Out to the west of the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit in the Eastern Victory Divine Continent, a monk strong as an ox was furiously cursing at the sea: "Tang Sanzang, are you even human? It's bad enough you impersonated me, but to throw this poor monk over here to keep company with monkeys! You... you... you're inhuman, you're a bastard!"

In the distance, eighteen arhats were sitting atop trees, joining a group of monkeys, munching on peaches while watching Tang Sanzang on the verge of madness.

One of the monkeys said, "Protectors, your monk has gone mad."

An arhat casually replied, "Don't talk about him; I'm about to go mad myself. Right now, I'm just a monkey, let me have a moment of peace..."

Indeed, the eighteen arhats were also quite depressed.

They couldn't directly intervene in Tang Sanzang's journey to fetch the scriptures, meaning they couldn't just carry him across the ocean and fly back. Their role was firstly to ensure Tang Sanzang's safety, and secondly to ensure he didn't break the rules.

They thought this was all a well-designed play, nothing difficult, practically a vacation.

But the journey they walked was filled with fear, boredom, and alarm.

Without demons, they were bored.

Facing the monk, they were genuinely scared.

After all, the rumors amongst the common folks were that this monk was responsible for killing the Manjusri Bodhisattva.

If he dared to kill a Bodhisattva, what about them?

Moreover, this monk caused trouble all along the way, attracting some people they couldn't deal with. It could be said that they were also quite worried all along...

Just when they had completed two-thirds or even three-quarters of the eighty-one thousand mile journey and were about to see the end, that damn monk threw Tang Sanzang over to the Eastern Victory Divine Continent again.

This meant not only did they have to start over, but they also had to cover who knows how many extra miles!

And they also had to face even more unknown variables and hardships...

The pressure was mountainous!

...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, winter had passed. Winter turned to spring, birds chirped, flowers bloomed, all things revived, and it was the breeding season for animals.

On a long ridge, a white horse slowly trudged forward carrying a monk wearing a hat.

As they walked, the path ahead gradually became difficult to traverse, filled with thorns and twisting vines. Although there were still traces of a path, the thorns' needles seemed to grow sharper.

At the same time, the fog grew denser, rolling in like black smoke, blotting out the sky and nearly obliterating all visibility.

Just then, the White Dragon Horse yelped, "Ouch!"

Then Zhu Ganglie cursed, "What the hell is this?"

At the same time, Tang Sanzang's hat was gone...

Tang Sanzang angrily demanded, "Who?"

Turning around, he grabbed and pulled his hat back, infuriated to find that only half of it came back with a tearing sound!

"Ruining this poor monk's hat, are you looking for death?" Tang Sanzang suddenly turned around and threw a punch behind him!

Boom!

A loud explosion, the fog was instantly blasted away by the punch, the bursting Fist Power shattered the thick fog, and finally, everyone could clearly see the scene before them, startling everyone!