Journey to the West: Please Call Me the White Bone Demon

Having ascertained the situation, Yun Zhao was not in a hurry to return.

After bypassing Longevity Hill, it flew directly eastward.

He went there to see where Tang Sanzang had gone, so that he could make preparations in advance.

Now that his cultivation has greatly improved, and with the added benefit of his flying skills, traveling 15,000 miles a day is no problem for him.

In a short while, they turned around the mountain and saw another view of green mountains and ridges in the distance.

Yun Zhao did not stop and continued forward, where he saw a huge, turbulent river.

If you weren't looking down from the air, you could easily believe it was the ocean.

It stretches for eight hundred miles from east to west, boundless and turbid, with no living creatures to be seen in it.

He knew in his heart that this must be the Flowing Sand River.

Yun Zhao sensed something and realized that there was a master hidden beneath the eight-hundred-mile-long Liusha River; without a doubt, it was Sha Wujing.

"It seems that Tang Sanzang and his companions are still ahead, and haven't even overcome this one tribulation yet."

They continued forward, passed Huangfeng Ridge, and found them in a forest hundreds of miles away.

Now he only follows two disciples, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie.

"What a pity."

Yun Zhao sighed inwardly, "If the coordinates hadn't been excluded from this area, I would have gone down there to show my face."

In this case, wouldn't it take a year or even longer for Tang Sanzang and his companions to leave the coordinate range?

Who knows how generous the rewards will be for stopping them?

Thinking this way, he knew it was too unrealistic. He would be quite satisfied if he could stop Tang Sanzang and his disciples for ten days or half a month. He dared not ask for more.

Then it turned around and flew towards White Tiger Ridge.

On the way, Yun Zhao kept thinking about what method he could use to stop Tang Sanzang and his disciples.

After much thought, I realized that the only way was to outsmart them.

With Sun Wukong being such a power bug in combat, unless his cultivation reaches the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and he also has a good magic weapon or supernatural power to accompany him, he would be able to defeat him.

Otherwise, using force would be extremely difficult.

Now that we have plenty of time, we should think carefully about what methods we can use to delay their departure as much as possible.

"Got it!"

Halfway there, Yun Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up. He abandoned his journey to White Tiger Ridge and flew straight to Baoxiang Kingdom. Arriving outside the imperial city, he descended from the clouds, transformed into a wealthy young master, and conjured several sedan chair bearers and servants from thin air. They carried him into the city in a gleaming display.

"Sir, which temples do people in this city frequent?"

Yun Zhao randomly grabbed someone and asked them a question.

Seeing that he was dressed as the son of an official, the old man murmured, "There are seven or eight temples in the capital, but the most famous are Huang'en Temple and Huguo Temple."

After asking the old man for the locations of the two temples, Yun Zhao tentatively left.

He first went to Huang'en Temple and used his magic to transform it into five thousand taels of silver, which he called incense money.

The abbot immediately came out to greet them.

Yun Zhao didn't stand on ceremony and said that he wanted to borrow the scriptures.

The abbot, having received the donation of "five thousand taels," would not refuse. He found a young novice monk to treat him well and led him directly to the Sutra Repository.

Upon entering, seeing the numerous Buddhist scriptures, Yun Zhao picked up one from the top and quickly began to read it.

He possessed cultivation and an exceptionally strong memory, able to read ten lines at a glance. In just a short while, the entire contents of the scripture were etched into his mind.

Yun Zhao, however, swallowed it whole without understanding its meaning.

He didn't dwell on what the scriptures actually said, and instead took out another copy and repeated the process.

The young novice monks serving behind him were dumbfounded.

I couldn't help but wonder, was this person reading or just flipping through a book? How come he picked it up, flipped through it quickly, and then put it down again?

The abbot had instructed that this was a distinguished guest of the temple and should be treated well. Even though he was full of doubts, he could only silently follow behind Yun Zhao.

I thought the other person just wanted to find a suitable scripture to read, but I didn't expect that all morning would pass by and this person would repeat the same action as if they had no time to spare.

He picked up a scripture, flipped through it once, and immediately took out the next one.

He spent the entire morning reading through all the scriptures on the first floor.

The young novice could no longer contain himself and said, "Esteemed benefactor, are you looking for any scriptures? Perhaps I could do it for you?"

Yun Zhao shook his head and smiled, "I'm not looking for scriptures, I'm reading them."

The young novice's expression became even more unusual.

"Just follow behind me, you don't need to ask any other questions."

Yun Zhao knew that the novice monk wouldn't believe him even if he told the truth, so he didn't bother to explain and simply gave the order.

Seeing this, the young novice monk wanted to say something more, but he had no choice but to obey.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Yun Zhao wandered up to the second floor. The novice monk said, "Benefactor, why don't you rest for a while, have some food, and then come back to read the scriptures?"

Yun Zhao was a skeleton, and with his cultivation at the Refining Emptiness and Merging with the Dao realm, he couldn't feel hunger at all.

He glanced at the other person and knew that the young novice could no longer hold on, so he said, "I'm not very hungry. If you're hungry, go and eat by yourself. Don't worry about me."

After saying this, the young novice hesitated.

Yun Zhao thought about it for a moment and understood.

"Just go and eat. If the abbot asks, I'll take care of it."

Upon hearing this, the young novice's face lit up with joy. He thanked the monk and hurriedly left.

With only Yun Zhao remaining in the library, he became even more uninhibited, directly using his magic to summon several scriptures and began to peruse them all at once.

Unfortunately, after the young novice monk finished his meal, he obediently returned and followed behind him, and Yun Zhao dared not make such a shocking move again.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Except for resting at night, he spent all his time in the library.

Those who don't know the truth might think he's a devout Buddhist.

Only the young novice monk, who had been silently following along, hesitated to speak.

He watched helplessly as Yun Zhao spent three days flipping through the scriptures, day after day.

Although it was very puzzling, as the patron of Huang'en Temple, even if the other party wanted to eat meat and drink alcohol in the temple, he would only turn a blind eye, let alone just flipping through a book.

Although three days was a bit tight, Yun Zhao managed to get a general overview of the books in the library.

It wasn't that he didn't want to stay longer, but the silver from the magical transformation could only last for three days.

If we don't leave soon, we're bound to run into some trouble.

Upon hearing that the patron was leaving, the abbot took the initiative to see him off, and declared that if Yun Zhaoruo was comfortable, he could come again next time, and they would definitely welcome him with open arms.

A gentle breeze blew, but it couldn't dispel the smile on the old monk's face.

Yun Zhao secretly agreed, but in his heart he thought, "If you knew that the five thousand taels of silver I gave you were all turned from tree leaves, I wonder if you would still be happy to receive it."

After leaving Huang'en Temple, he used the same trick again and spent three days flipping through the scriptures at Huguo Temple.

The two ancient temples truly deserve to be the best in the city.

The two had very few overlapping scriptures in their respective library, and Yun Zhao eagerly imprinted them all into his mind.

When the time was up, they hurriedly left again.

This time, he did not linger in the imperial city of Baoxiang Kingdom and left directly.

For some reason, rumors have circulated that the abbots of both temples are paranoid.

Upon seeing the silver, they all suspected it was transformed from tree leaves.