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Tan Wenjie, who had just followed Chen Xuanzang to find his master, immediately witnessed a shocking scene.

A fat monk with messy hair was running for his life, clutching a chicken leg, with the owner of a braised meat shop chasing after him with a razor-sharp knife.

"You stinking monk, stop right there!"

"This humble monk is just fat, not stupid." The fat monk ran away frantically, without ever thinking of looking back.

Chen Xuanzang stretched his wrists and ankles on the spot, took a running start and sprinted to catch up with the fat monk, running side by side: "Master, this is Brother Jie, a demon hunter."

Tan Wenjie, who happened to have come up with him, nodded and greeted him: "Master, you have a good appetite."

"Amitabha." The fat monk nodded. "A monk should be happy. If you're miserable every day and all the scriptures you chant are full of resentment, how can you save others if you can't even save yourself?"

Tan Wenjie glanced back at the boss who was relentlessly pursuing him, then looked at the chicken leg in the fat monk's hand, and finally nodded.

That makes a lot of sense. He should also be the one who helps others, instead of being the unlucky guy who sells chicken legs and gets robbed.

None of the three were ordinary people; they sped along and easily left their boss behind in pursuit.

Their legs moved incredibly fast, like wheels.

Ordinary people only hear a "whoosh" sound, and all that's left for them is their backs.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

They hid behind a wall in the alley, leaning against the wall and panting heavily.

The fat monk peeked out, and only turned back after confirming that the boss had run far away with the knife.

“I know you.” He took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand. “Tan Wenjie, a born saint, eating a bite of your flesh will grant you immortality.”

Tan Wenjie: "Master is joking. If eating my flesh could really grant immortality, I wouldn't be standing here talking to you."

This was the time he felt his appearance was the least stylish.

Considering that the other party was the master of "Golden Cicada" in this world, Tan Wenjie forced himself to accept it for the time being.

As we all know, Jin Chanzi's master is the Buddha, so appearing in a low-class manner alongside him will most likely not lower his own fashion value.

"Master, Brother Jie said he has something he wants to ask you for advice on."

"Find me?"

"I would like to ask the master if he knows the location of Sun Wukong."

Sun Wukong was imprisoned under the Buddha's hand for five hundred years, but Tan Wenjie never heard any news about monkeys when he was walking in the human world. There are two possibilities: in this world, Sun Wukong is not called Sun Wukong, but may be called Zhe Xing Sun or Xing Zhe Sun.

Another possibility is that the location of Wuzhi Mountain was concealed by magic, making it impossible for ordinary people to find.

“Sun Wukong is wild and untamed. He has been imprisoned for five hundred years. Why can’t you give him a chance to reform?”

"Hey, Master, you've misunderstood. I'm a fan of Sun Wukong." Tan Wenjie raised his right hand and flipped it over, revealing a golden cudgel in his hand. "Look, my weapon is the same golden cudgel as his."

Xuanzang, who was standing next to Tan Wenjie, circled around him.

It was so big that he couldn't even see where Tan Wenjie had pulled it from.

The fat monk continued to smile as he looked at Tan Wenjie.

"Brother Jie, what is a fan?" Xuanzang couldn't help but ask.

Tan Wenjie replied, "That is, he is his admirer, but I am different from other admirers. I am his fighting fan and want to fight Sun Wukong."

"Oh." Xuanzang nodded thoughtfully. "So, who exactly is Sun Wukong?"

"He was a top-tier demon king who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace. He was incredibly powerful. Back then, he was unstoppable, killing and killing all the way. Later, he was slapped down by the Buddha and pinned to the foot of a mountain." Tan Wenjie glanced at the fat monk opposite him, covered his mouth with his hand, and said to Xuanzang, "I heard that the Buddha deliberately made him face outwards. Otherwise, guess why all the monkeys in the world have red butts?"

Fat monk: "..."

Please don't pretend to be whispering but deliberately increase your volume, okay?

"There's another reason?" Xuanzang was shocked.

"Cough cough!" The fat monk coughed. "Xuanzang, this matter is too far removed from your life, Benefactor Tan. Why don't we talk about Wuzhi Mountain first?"

“Of course, I love talking about Wuzhishan.” Tan Wenjie nodded, cooperating fully.

As long as he can get Sun Wukong's position, he can quickly defeat both Pigsy and Monkey King, finish the job, and go back to be a carefree immortal.

So many fairy sisters are waiting for me. Going through dungeons to eliminate demons and monsters is my job, but chatting and laughing with the fairies is my life.

"Master? Brother Jie!"

Xuanzang, who had been inexplicably kicked out of the group chat, looked at the two of them with a wronged expression.

He was just enjoying the pleasant conversation with Tan Wenjie, but now he suddenly finds himself the one who's superfluous.

"Here, here, then there, and finally like this and like this," the fat monk babbled on and on. "Benefactor Tan, did you understand?"

“I understand a little bit.”

"See you later."

"Hey, wait a minute!" Tan Wenjie grabbed the fat monk. "Such a big thing has happened, and you're not going to do anything about it?"

The invasion of the Abyss is not an isolated case. Some worlds may lack gods or Buddhas, or their gods or Buddhas may be too weak. However, in other worlds, the gods and Buddhas are clearly very powerful, like the world we are in now.

He couldn't understand why the other party had allowed the abyss to grow wildly, something that could have been easily crushed with a few slaps, but had now turned into a malignant tumor.

Fat monk: "Look at my hand, it's very powerful. Let go quickly, even I find it scary."

Tan Wenjie was straddling the fat monk: "If you're so capable, go and take care of those things. Why are you making me do it?"

He never suffers a loss in a fight, regardless of whether the opponent is Buddha or something else.

The fat monk struggled, saying, "If I, who am so strong, were to fall into their hands, wouldn't that leave you with even more trouble?"

Tan Wenjie: "..."

That makes sense.

The strength of Sun Wukong in his abyss form is unknown. He felt he might still have a chance to fight him, but if Buddha also fell into the abyss, then he might as well just surrender.

"Thorn-"

"hiss!"

The fat monk widened his eyes and suddenly flipped Tan Wenjie over.

But Tan Wenjie, who was overturned, showed no anger at all.

He looked at the golden light in his hand.

[Mahavairocana Skin Fragment *1 (Collect 81 fragments to exchange for the Mahavairocana skin)]

Rarity: Red
Looking up at the fat monk again, Tan Wenjie immediately wiped the anger off his face and put on a smile.

"Master, are you okay?"

"Uh, Master, Brother Jie, what's going on?" Xuanzang stood by, at a loss, not understanding why the two who had been chatting so well just moments before had suddenly started fighting.

They couldn't understand why the two who were just arguing had suddenly become close.

“When the master and I got excited, we couldn’t help ourselves.” Tan Wenjie pulled the fat monk up and put his arm around his shoulder. “We hit it off immediately and almost wanted to swear an oath of brotherhood on the spot.”

The fat monk glared at Tan Wenjie.

fart!

Tan Wenjie stared at the hair on the fat monk's head, his gaze gradually becoming dangerous.

"W-what are you going to do?"

The fat monk was on guard.

"Master, don't you feel there's something wrong with your current image?"

"This is the most fashionable look right now," the fat monk patted his belly and then ran his oily hands through his hair. "It's very trendy."

Tan Wenjie glanced at Xuanzang beside him; the two of them had rather stylish hairstyles.

“Look, you shouldn’t just blindly follow trends and look at how others get their hair cut. It has to be coordinated and harmonious. Look at your hairstyle, it doesn’t suit your face shape at all.” He took a step back. “Your face shape doesn’t suit your body shape either, and what’s worse, your body shape doesn’t match your hairstyle either. It’s extremely uncoordinated!”

The fat monk sounded somewhat unsure: "No, it's not that bad, is it?"

"It's absolutely terrible, so terrible that even the gods would be afraid, but you won't have to be afraid when you meet me."

Tan Wenjie gripped the golden cudgel and spun it around in a beautiful flourish.

He gently blew a breath onto the golden cudgel.

I will love you for ten thousand years.

The golden cudgel instantly transformed into a pair of golden scissors.

"I have taught myself some knowledge about styling and fashion."

Fat monk: "..."

"Come on, it's free." Tan Wenjie plucked a hair, blew on it, and turned it into a hairdressing apron, which he wrapped around the fat monk. "I rarely do work for free, so you're lucky today."

Fat monk: "Are you sure it's not because it's your first time cutting someone's hair?"

Knife up and down.

Vairocana Buddha Fragment +1
He thoroughly stripped the fat monk clean from head to toe, but there was still a long way to go before he could collect all 81 fragments to synthesize the Great Sun Tathagata.

“Then there’s no need.” Tan Wenjie shook his head, then said in a low voice, “But Master, there’s a saying in Buddhism: ‘If I don’t go to hell, who will?’ If shedding a little blood could save someone, would you be willing?”

There is a complete Vairocana Buddha in front of him. If he first divides the other party into 81 parts and then puts them back together, can he get a limited skin of Vairocana Buddha that is exclusively his own?
"I don't want to!" the fat monk shouted. "I didn't say that either! Hey, don't stab around with those scissors, or I'll show you the power of the Tathagata Palm!"

From martial arts to Taoist cultivation, and now to the version of Tathagata Palm, the Great Sun Tathagata version is the highest level that Tan Wenjie has ever seen.

It would be a lie to say he didn't want to learn something he was playing with like a ball, but Tan Wenjie was also well aware that he basically couldn't learn it; there were no other operations involved, it was just pure numerical calculation.

Since we can't force the issue of skin fragments, Tan Wenjie gets back to the main topic.

"Master, there's a question I've always wanted to ask."

“Please speak, Benefactor Tan.”

"You said you didn't want to get involved because you were worried about problems or dangers, but I've been through so much, what if I encounter danger myself?"

The fat monk put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

When you ask someone for an answer and they don't give a direct answer, it actually means they've already answered.

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Come quick! The fat guy who stole the chicken leg is here!"

The fat monk's eyes widened: "Damn it, you, you, you!"

"Ah, you fatso!" The owner of the braised meat shop, carrying a razor-sharp knife, had already charged over.

A new chase ensues.

"You're welcome."

Watching him flee and her chase as they walked further and further away, Tan Wenjie clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

Xuanzang beside him: "..."

There was something he didn't know whether he should say or not, but considering his master's fate, he felt that some things were better left unsaid.

……

late at night.

The cool moonlight illuminates the way ahead.

The chirping of insects could no longer be heard before an incense stick had burned.

Tan Wenjie was still dressed in black. He had been killing a lot of monsters lately, and white clothes would get dirty easily.

Within a radius of twenty or thirty miles, there was no sign of human habitation in Gao Laozhuang; the air was filled with a deathly silence.

"Why are you following me?"

He turned to look at Xuanzang.

"I want to catch demons too." Xuanzang, holding three hundred children's songs, shrank his neck. "I want to be a demon catcher."

"How fresh."

"Brother Jie, who are these people around you?" He looked at the servants beside Tan Wenjie.

If I remember correctly, Tan Wenjie had such servants when he was fighting the fish demon. At the time, he thought they had all died in that great battle, but now it seems there might be another possibility.

Tan Wenjie snapped his fingers, and the servants popped and shriveled up, turning into shadow puppets that automatically fell in front of him. With a flick of his sleeve, they vanished without a trace.

"They're all people who follow me."

He will help anyone who possesses the qualities of a righteous man, a fierce general, or a brave warrior to embark on the path of cultivation by using shadow puppet troops. As Tan Wenjie's own "personal guards," his minimum standards are basically guaranteed.

At the three-way intersection, a familiar figure hurried over.

The other party stopped after seeing the two of them.

Tan Wenjie took the initiative to greet her: "Hey, Miss Duan, what a coincidence."

"Young Master Tan, you're here to exorcise demons too?" Miss Duan's eyes quickly locked onto Xuanzang. "Oh, Mr. Chen, you're here too."

"Yes, Miss Duan." Xuanzang, having been called out, had no choice but to raise his hand in greeting.

"Together?" Tan Wenjie suggested.

“Okay,” Miss Duan nodded.

Zhu Ganglie was not the reincarnation of Marshal Tianpeng. He was just a lovelorn man who turned into a pig demon because his wife liked a pretty boy and cheated on him.

As Miss Duan took the initiative to talk about various precautions for subduing the pig demon, Xuanzang quietly leaned close to Tan Wenjie's ear and asked, "Don't you feel that Miss Duan is acting strangely?"

Tan Wenjie nodded: "Of course I noticed. You're not slow-witted. You're teachable."

Xuanzang breathed a sigh of relief. With Tan Wenjie's swordsmanship and his own three hundred children's songs, he should be able to handle Miss Duan. However, he was worried that Tan Wenjie, like himself, might be bewitched by Miss Duan's beauty.

"How do you know that?"

"One of us is a top-tier handsome guy, and the other is a scruffy, sleazy slob. She didn't even look at me. There's definitely something wrong with her!"

Xuanzang: "..."

Also, is the unkempt, sleazy guy you mentioned me?!

Thinking of the difference in their strength, Xuanzang took a deep breath. The power of the Three Hundred Children's Songs was too great; he was worried that he would kill Tan Wenjie with his singing.

The principle of yielding to the happy should be followed, so let's give him a break for now.

"Hey, what are you two grown men saying, huddled together with your heads together?" Miss Duan shouted as she turned around.

“We don’t!” Xuanzang immediately distanced himself from Tan Wenjie.

This is a bodily instinct.

Tan Wenjie retorted angrily, "Who are you calling biased! He travels all over the country relying on his own strengths, and he absolutely cannot tolerate any slander."

"?"X2
Not far ahead, we saw an inn, with black smoke rings carrying the aroma of roasted meat billowing out from the chimney on its roof.

"Open the door!"

"I go?"

"nonsense."

Xuanzang timidly stepped forward and pushed open the door. The inn he had imagined was full of demons and monsters, but it was not. The inn was very lively, with everyone chatting and laughing while eating roasted meat.

"Whoo~"

"Get out of the way!" Miss Duan pushed Xuanzang aside and went inside, with Tan Wenjie following closely behind, closing the door behind her.

No one will escape tonight.

A man with an oily face noticed the new customer arriving and walked towards them with a smile.

Everyone else stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Tan Wenjie.

Xuanzang sidled up to Tan Wenjie and said, "Brother Jie, they're all watching you, so you'll be fine, right?"

"Eat a bite of my flesh and you'll live forever, you know that? The fact that they're all staring at me is the problem." Tan Wenjie stepped forward. "Do it!"

"Ahhh!!" Miss Duan had already swung her fist and charged forward.

With a flying knee, she sent the nearest demon flying. When she landed, she had already caught the Unpredictable Flying Ring in her hand, and her body spun around, clearing away the nearby demons.

When he got up and turned to look at Tan Wenjie, he saw that Tan was holding a stick in his hand.

"I will love you for ten thousand years."

The golden cudgel split in the middle, turning into fine parts, which were then rapidly assembled in mid-air to form a Gatling gun.

Chug tug tug——!
Blue flames surged, bullets aimed at exorcising demons flew out with arcs of electricity, and there were also bursts of chanting.

The demons on the scene disappeared rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Clang." The Unstable Flying Ring landed on the ground.

Miss Duan's jaw dropped open as if it had dislocated.

Is this still about subduing demons and monsters?

The bullets were more powerful than actual firearms, creating holes in the inn's walls and tearing the entire building apart in less than a breath.

Houses collapsed and demons vanished.

Zhu Ganglie roared and pounced, but the secret lightning hammer struck him, causing his body to tremble and retreat uncontrollably.

The rake he was holding was jolted out of his hand.

"Whoo~"

Tan Wenjie put down the Gatling gun, exhaled, and turned to the stunned Miss Duan, saying, "This is what it means to subdue demons and monsters!"

Efficiency and power are both indispensable; the art of subduing demons and monsters must also evolve with the times.

Xuanzang, who crawled out from under the table in the ruins, had a much calmer expression.

Spending a lot of time with Brother Jie will make you understand one thing... accept everything, and you'll get used to it.

"Hmph, hmph, Awooooo!"

The wild boars were making a tremendous noise, and the ground beneath their feet began to shake.

Just as Tan Wenjie shouldered the golden cudgel that had transformed back into its original form, he suddenly smelled a strong, fishy odor, and something was rapidly approaching him from behind.

He turned his head and met the eyes of the wild boar demon, which was as big as a small mountain.

Its scarlet eyes were like two red lanterns hanging in the night sky.

Moonlight fell on the pig bristles, quickly freezing into white frost that rustled as they collided with each other as the pig walked.

The pig's trotters pawed at the ground, causing the surface to crack.

Its body was shrouded in a dense, malevolent aura, like the tentacles of a living octopus, which swung rapidly in the air, making the already mountain-sized main body appear twice as large.

"Awooo!!"

The pig demon charged forward with a bloodthirsty ferocity, lunging towards the three people. Its size was so enormous that it was impossible to determine who its target was.

Miss Duan almost instinctively grabbed Xuanzang and lunged in the opposite direction, furthest from Tan Wenjie. The two of them rolled around in a ball for quite a while.

Xuanzang, who had once again been accidentally wrapped in something smelly and soft, reacted quickly this time and scrambled off Miss Duan.

Turning around, he saw Tan Wenjie wielding his golden cudgel, locked in a fierce struggle with the pig demon.

Against the backdrop of his terrifyingly large, mountain-like body, Tan Wenjie looked like an ant.

"Brother Jack!"

"Don't go over there." Miss Duan grabbed him. "The pig demon's target was him anyway."

"Huh?" Xuanzang's mind didn't quite catch on.

"The pig demon hated handsome men the most when he was alive. If someone as handsome as Tan Wenjie is found, he will definitely be regarded as a mortal enemy."

"So you're saying I'm in danger too?"

"you?"

Miss Duan laughed heartily.

When Xuanzang cast a resentful glance at her, she coughed and suppressed her smile.

"Sorry, I just suddenly remembered something happy."

Although Ms. Duan's words were somewhat infuriating, at least it proved that she was not mentally unstable and also acknowledged that Tan Wenjie was more handsome.

Damn, why am I so annoyed?

"Shouldn't we go and help?"

"You go."

"I..." Xuanzang looked at the three hundred children's songs in his hand, wanting to rush up with the book and use the power of knowledge to defeat the pig demon, but he was also afraid that this power was too heavy.

"Forget it, let's give this opportunity to Brother Jie."

"Boom!" The pig demon was overturned.

Another earthquake shook the earth, and Xuanzang was fortunate enough to witness what it was like for one mountain to collide with another.

The mountain that usually took him most of the day to climb was collapsed by the pig demon's huge body as Tan Wenjie raised his stick.

Rocks flew up as if from a volcanic eruption.

A rain of apocalyptic boulders fell from the sky.

Miss Duan rushed out in time and broke the stone, thus preventing Xuanzang from being crushed to death on the spot and allowing him to travel to the Western Paradise via the express lane.

In contrast, Tan Wenjie stood still, only gently shaking the golden cudgel in his hand.

"Hiss, it's a little numb."

Xuanzang: "..."

With a single blow, you sent the massive boar demon, as big as a small mountain, flying and crashed into another mountain, and you actually said your hand was just a little numb.

That's what a demon hunter should be like. Compared to him, I'm pathetic and can only rely on singing nursery rhymes to swindle and deceive people.

"Roar!" The pig demon used its four hooves to push off and got up.

Seeing a handsome man is like seeing one's mortal enemy. Besides, Tan Wenjie's blow just now didn't hurt it at all; its thick skin and flesh made it feel nothing.

As if a pillar supporting the sky had broken off, the enormous golden staff, accompanied by the words "I love you for ten thousand years," suddenly expanded in Tan Wenjie's hand. He raised it above his head with one hand and slammed it head-on into the pig demon's head in a posture like a monk striking a bell.

"Duang——!"

The sound exploded, and Xuanzang instinctively covered his ears.

The collision of the two colossal objects caused the surrounding trees to bend instantly.

For some reason, the pig demon, who had previously been fearless, suddenly had very clear eyes.

If we really can't win, continuing this stalemate will only result in us getting beaten to death.

"Run?" Tan Wenjie smiled.

At this point, the roles of offense and defense have been reversed.

"From now on, I'll be chasing you."

It's more exciting to fight this kind of enemy. He couldn't even warm up his muscles when he was fighting the fish demon before, but now he was able to warm up successfully when facing the pig demon and even broke a sweat.

He's just getting into the zone, so his power can be unleashed even more perfectly.

"Watch out!" someone suddenly shouted. "The pig demon is ferocious, you lot be careful!"

"I never imagined that the pig demon would grow so big in just a short time."

"No matter how big it is, it can't compare to my crippled foot."

"Cough cough cough, you guys, cough cough..."

Suddenly, several figures appeared in the distance, blocking the pig demon's escape route. One was a demon hunter who seemed to be very skilled in the Five Elements Fist with his Twelve-Road Spring Kick, another was an old man with deformed feet and a cane, and yet another was a young man with kidney deficiency who was being carried by four old scallions.

"Young Master with Kidney Deficiency, what brings you here too?"

"Catching demons, cough cough. Also, I'm feeling empty, not weak in the kidneys!"

The three of them completely disregarded the pig demon; their ultimate goal was to hunt down the legendary top demon king, Sun Wukong. They also ignored Tan Wenjie and the others, and began chatting as if no one else was around.

"Young Master Kongxu, where did you pluck these four old scallions from?"

"In this desolate wilderness, it's already quite an achievement to have gathered these four."

They strolled over to the pig demon's side.

"Huh, why does the pig demon look so honest?" Five Elements Fist wondered.

"Hmph~" The pig demon turned its head and snorted a gust of wind at the Five Elements Fist.

The stench and heat pounded on him like a hammer.

"Boom!"

The Five Elements Fist was blown backward by the wind and took several steps before stopping.

"What a pig demon! It can actually use such supernatural powers. But that suits my purposes perfectly, hahaha!"

He lowered his waist and clenched his hands inwards like tiger claws.

A tiger, conjured by magical power, appeared from behind him.

"Roar!" the tiger roared.

It was at least two or three times larger than a normal tiger, but compared to the mountain-sized boar demon, this tiger looked like a kitten that hadn't even been born yet.

The pig demon lifted its hoof and swept it lightly, causing the plowed ground to crack and dust to fly up.

Extremely fast.

The tiger lowered its head warily, trying to stop the pig demon's hooves, and then, relying on its position at the top of the food chain, easily subdued the pig demon.

The next moment, he was swept away by a pig's hoof.

"Pfft—" A person coughed up blood in the sky, and like a fairy scattering flowers, a large puddle of blood was spilled.

The Five Elements Fist fighter spun around in the air a few times before crashing to the ground, his body convulsing, but thankfully he didn't die.

“Young man, you have a fiery temper. It’s good to have a temper in this line of work, but I’m afraid you won’t have the guts.” The old man with the cane took a step forward. “But your skills are still a bit lacking. Never mind, I’ll do it.”

The old man's deformed little foot quickly transformed into a giant foot.

The ball of his foot landed, creating a large crater and producing a reverberation.

Compared to the enormous feet, the entire person seemed to be the deformed and shrunken part.

"Heaven's broken legs!"

The foot kicked the pig demon, making it stumble. Just as Tian Canjiao was about to smile, the pig demon quickly regained its footing and charged at Tian Canjiao at an even faster speed.

They overturned it despite the immense pressure.

"Ouch, ouch~" Tian Can's foot pressed down on the Five Elements Fist.

Five Elements Fist: "Pfft—"

He was hit so hard he coughed up blood again.

“Look at you all, coughing and coughing.” Young Master Kongxu shook his head. “If you’re not feeling well, just rest at home. If you want something like this, you should definitely leave it to the professionals.”

He slowly opened a small wooden box he carried with him, inside which were several miniature swords.

With a flick of his finger, the small sword flew out and quickly transformed into a giant flying sword in mid-air, precisely piercing into the pig demon's body.

However, the Empty Prince's expression did not reveal any sense of smugness or confidence; instead, a rare blush appeared on his pale face.

not good!

The pigskin wasn't pierced; the pig was too big and the skin was too thick.

His fingers trembled as he used sword techniques to activate his flying sword, attempting to pierce the pig demon.

One flying sword after another was stuck into the pig demon's body, turning it into a porcupine, but none of them could successfully pierce through it.

"Oh!"

The golden cudgel struck the pig demon squarely on the forehead, forcing him to fall asleep quickly.

"Hey, who are you!" Young Master Kongxu coughed as he looked at the owner of the Golden Cudgel. "I've almost killed him. If you make your move now, is this pig demon yours or mine?"

"Either is fine." Tan Wenjie put away his golden cudgel and waved his hand casually.

He had just become interested in seeing what the others were capable of, but it turned out they were all just putting on a show. Only the Empty Prince's sword control technique was somewhat interesting, but that was all.

"Ahem, then it's yours." Young Master Kongxu waved his hand, feigning magnanimity. "It's just a mere pig demon. My ultimate goal is to kill Sun Wukong."

If you can't beat them, just admit you can't. You can't even handle the pig demon, how could you possibly handle Sun Wukong?
Bragging is free.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Empty Prince looked at Tan Wenjie.

"Protection fee, huh? I saved you, otherwise you would have been killed by the pig demon long ago."

The Empty Young Master coughed, "Cough cough cough, protection money? You're robbing me!"

"You could think of it that way too," Tan Wenjie nodded in realization. "Hand over your spells and magical artifacts! Hurry up!" (End of Chapter)