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

Silver Horn King was pressed down on the bluestone slab, feeling as if Mount Sumeru and Mount Emei were pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

His mind was buzzing and in complete confusion. Where was the mortal he was supposed to be?

Where are the monks who were supposed to go on a pilgrimage?

The patriarch clearly said that Xuanzang was just a mortal with only a few disciples who had some skills, but this person in front of him could immobilize him with a simple touch.

This power, this oppressive aura... is it the Great Luo? No, that's not right.

He had seen Great Immortals, but even Great Immortals could not make him feel this kind of despair, as if facing an insurmountable chasm.

At this moment, he couldn't even muster the thought of resistance, as if the person standing in front of him wasn't a monk, but an unshakeable saint.

"You are...you are..."

Silver Horn King's lips trembled, his voice seeming to be squeezed out from his throat, "You are not a mortal...who exactly are you?"

Yun Zhao looked down at him, still with that gentle and composed demeanor, even a hint of a smile: "This humble monk is Xuanzang, from the Great Chu of the East, wishing to travel to the Western Paradise to seek the Dharma and discuss the Dao. As for whether this humble monk is a mortal, does it matter?"

King Silver Horn opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Yes, whether it's important or not, what's the difference?

The other party could pin him to the ground with one hand. Even if they knew his identity, what could they do?

He recalled his smug expression just now, saying things like, "Your eldest disciple has been taken in, what makes you think I'll regret this?"

Looking back now, it's an absolute joke.

He couldn't even catch one of the other person's fingers, yet he dared to spout such nonsense.

Of course, he hasn't used any of the magical treasures bestowed upon him by the patriarch yet.

But Silver Horn King felt that even if the other party gave him time to use the magic weapon, it would be in vain.

Those things that are invincible when facing others will not change their outcome when facing this monk.

Yun Zhao continued to smile, his tone as if chatting with an old friend: "As I just said, don't regret it, why bother?"

The Silver Horn King made a gurgling sound in his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a complete syllable.

Yun Zhao wasn't in a hurry. After he calmed down for a while, he spoke again, extending his hand towards him with his palm facing up: "Give it to me."

Silver Horn King was taken aback for a moment, then understood what the other party meant.

He dared not delay, carefully made a hand seal, and the purple-gold gourd appeared. He obediently handed it over.

Their actions were so respectful, as if they were paying tribute.

Yun Zhao took the gourd, looked at it in his hand, and shook it gently. A dull thud came from inside, as if something was churning inside.

He lifted the lid, turned the gourd mouth outward, and gently poured it out.

A golden light flew out from the gourd's mouth, landing and transforming into a monkey with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth.

Sun Wukong staggered a few steps before regaining his balance, rubbed his head, and cursed, "I've finally gotten you out of that damned rotten gourd!"

Having fallen for the demon king's trick, the monkey felt frustrated and pondered how to get out of the gourd. Suddenly, he felt a strong pull and jumped out completely.

At this moment, he wielded his golden cudgel and attacked anyone he saw.

But a low shout immediately stopped him in his tracks.

"Wukong, stop!"

Yun Zhao's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable power, and the golden cudgel stopped abruptly three inches above the Silver Horn King's head.

Sun Wukong then realized that the demon king had been pinned down at his master's feet. He had initially thought it was one of his junior brothers who had displayed great power while he was trapped, but when he turned around to look...

The three little ones were tied up tightly and looked quite disheveled.

Then they saw their master point in the direction of his junior brothers, and the golden rope automatically loosened as if it were alive, shrinking into a ball and falling into Yun Zhao's palm.

The Black Bear Spirit, the Yellow Wind Monster, and Sha Wujing were freed at the same time. They rubbed their wrists, which were red from being bound, and stood up, their faces still showing some lingering astonishment.

Sun Wukong glanced at his fellow disciples, then at the trembling Silver Horn King on the ground, and finally looked at Yun Zhao, scratching his ear as he asked, "Master, what exactly happened? After I, Old Sun, was captured by that gourd, what happened to you all...?"

The black bear spirit spoke first, his tone tinged with disbelief: "Senior Brother, you don't know, Master... he pinned this monster to the ground with just one hand!"

Yellow Wind Monster also said, "Yes, Senior Brother, Master... he's too powerful!"

Sha Wujing didn't speak, but simply nodded silently.

After hearing this, Sun Wukong looked at Yun Zhao, then at the Silver Horn King who was standing motionless on the ground, and finally realized that it was his master who had made the move.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Oh, you monster, of all people to mess with, you had to mess with my master! You've brought this upon yourself.

He shook his head, put away his golden cudgel, and looked at the dying Silver Horn King on the ground. He grinned and said, "Master, what should we do with this monster? Should I, Old Sun, send him back to his hometown with a single blow?"

Upon hearing this, the Silver Horn King trembled, his face turning as white as paper: "Don't kill me, don't kill me! I didn't really want to eat people, I..."

He wanted to say that he was acting on the orders of the patriarch, but he dared not tell the truth and could only keep begging for mercy.

Yun Zhao shook his head and laughed, "If we really kill him, we'll be in big trouble."

Not to mention the other disciples' doubts about these words, even Silver Horn couldn't help but shudder. Could it be that he knew something from these words?

Lost in thought, he suddenly heard Yun Zhao's voice again.

"Go back and tell your brother that we are going to the mountain for a talk, and you should make preparations in advance."

By now, Silver Horn King was seven or eight parts certain that this monk did indeed know something; otherwise, how could he know that he had an older brother?

Thinking of this, he felt much more at ease. He scrambled to his feet, bowed deeply to Yun Zhao, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you... thank you so much, Holy Monk, for sparing my life! I will go up the mountain to inform my brother!"

After saying that, he didn't bother to pick up the purple-gold gourd and the golden rope that had fallen to the ground, and turned around and flew up the mountain.

Yun Zhao put the purple-gold gourd and the golden rope into his sleeve, remounted his horse, and said, "Let's go, let's go up the mountain."

The disciples exchanged glances and followed behind, heading towards the Lotus Cave.

Inside the Lotus Cave, King Golden Horn sat on a stone chair, leisurely drinking tea and waiting for his younger brother's good news.

He was in a good mood, thinking that he could finally return to the Tushita Palace.

Suddenly, a series of staggering footsteps came from outside the cave entrance. Immediately afterward, the Silver Horn King rushed in, his face deathly pale, his voice trembling like a leaf: "Brother! Brother! That monk...that monk is no ordinary person! We...we've kicked a hornet's nest!"

The teacup in the Golden Horn King's hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered into pieces.

He stood up, looking at his brother's distraught appearance, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart: "What...what did you say?"

King Silver Horn, panting heavily, recounted everything that had just happened, from how he used the Purple Gold Gourd to capture Sun Wukong, to how he used the Golden Rope to bind the Black Bear Spirit and the other two, and how the monk pinned him to the ground with just one hand, rendering him unable to move.

His voice trembled as he spoke: "Brother, that monk... that monk is unfathomable! We... we can't afford to offend him! And he seems to know our background, and he's coming up the mountain right now."

Upon hearing this, Jinjiao thought for a moment and said with a wry smile, "Their real intention is not what it seems; they're probably after the Patriarch. Quickly, let's burn incense and pray to the Patriarch before we speak further."

After saying this, the two demons instructed the lesser demons to clean the cave. No matter what, since someone was coming to their home, they couldn't be impolite.