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

Kui Mulang sometimes took Baihua Xiu back to Baoxiang Kingdom. Whenever they saw something new, they would go up and ask about it. People would say, "It's all because of that lord of Baihu City."

But as time went on and he heard more and more, even he, a celestial being, couldn't help but be tempted to see what kind of place this White Tiger City was that attracted so many people to praise it.

"Never mind, there's no harm in going to take a look."

One morning, he said to Baihua Xiu, "My wife, I'm going to the west to visit the 'White Tiger City Lord'."

Upon hearing this, Baihuaxiu not only did not stop her, but her eyes lit up and she said with a smile, "If my husband goes, why not bring back some local specialties? I also want to try the spirit fruit wine from White Tiger City."

Kui Mulang laughed heartily and immediately transformed into a streak of starlight, heading straight for White Tiger City.

When he landed outside the city gate, he was truly astonished by the sight before him.

The towering obsidian city walls were adorned with flowing patterns, the city gates were wide open, and a mix of humans and demons came and went, with caravans flowing in and out in an endless stream.

Wolf demons push carts selling roasted spirit pork, fox demon girls sell rouge on the street, and mortal children ride on the shoulders of little bear demons, laughing and chasing each other... Everything is orderly, lively but not chaotic.

Kui Mulang retracted his demonic form, transforming into a middle-aged strong man, and walked into the city with his hands behind his back.

As I walked and looked around, I became increasingly alarmed.

He had thought that White Tiger City was just an exaggeration by ordinary people, but what he saw with his own eyes was ten times more bizarre than the rumors.

He casually walked into a tavern, ordered a jar of "monkey wine," and after taking a sip, he felt spiritual energy enter his throat, although it had no effect on his Taiyi Sanshu (a type of martial arts technique).

It has an unforgettable aftertaste and a unique flavor compared to the heavenly nectar.

At the next table, a pig demon was playing dominoes with three mortal scholars. They laughed and chatted constantly as they won and lost, and no one cared whether the other was human or demon.

Kui Mulang was secretly astonished. This scene was something that had probably never been seen before, not only in the Three Realms but also throughout history.

He was about to get up and wander around some more when he suddenly heard a loud laugh outside the door:

"Fellow Daoist Kui Mulang, I've long admired your name. Why don't you come in and have a drink?"

Kui Mulang was startled and looked up. He saw a handsome man in white standing by the window of a private room on the second floor of the tavern, smiling with his hands behind his back. He had an otherworldly air about him. It was Yun Zhao.

Kui Mulang's heart stirred slightly.

Although he had never seen Yun Zhao's true face, he had heard the legend of the "white-robed scholar" from Bai Huaxiu. Upon seeing him now, he immediately felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with him, as if they had known each other in a past life.

"You are perhaps the Lord of White Tiger City. How do you know my background?"

Kui Mulang strode upstairs and politely bowed.

Yun Zhao smiled without saying a word, instead changing the subject, which made Kui Mulang feel that this person was mysterious and gave him more respect.

Afterwards, the two sat facing each other, drinking and chatting happily.

Kui Mulang was originally a star in the Heavenly Court, and he was generous and forthright. Yun Zhao was witty and knowledgeable. In addition, they had already become close friends during the previous simulation. The two got along better and better as they talked.

From anecdotes about the Heavenly Court to the everyday life of ordinary people, from insights into spiritual cultivation to the myriad aspects of life, nothing is left unsaid.

After several rounds of drinks, Kui Mulang couldn't help but ask:

"Lord of the City, how exactly did White Tiger City achieve this?"

Yun Zhao smiled slightly, raised his cup, and said:

There's no secret to it.

"It's just that we've given them a different path."

"The path to immortality is too arduous and too narrow; ninety-nine percent of living beings never reach the end."

"If that's the case, why not let them take another route?"

"With wine and meat, a home and a business, love and laughter, isn't that more enjoyable than asceticism and seeking enlightenment?"

Upon hearing this, Kui Mulang remained silent for a long time.

He recalled that he was a star spirit who had descended to the mortal realm without permission, and the coldness and constraints of the heavenly court.

Looking at the brightly lit city before me, filled with the laughter of people and demons, I suddenly felt a pang of envy.

"The city lord is right."

He raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, declaring in a hearty voice:

"If it weren't for my wife and children in Wave Moon Cave, I would really like to stay in White Tiger City for a few more years!"

Yun Zhao laughed loudly: "You're welcome anytime."

"If you come, I will leave you a luxurious mansion in the city."

Kui Mulang laughed heartily, and the two felt an instant connection, immediately becoming sworn brothers.

From then on, Kui Mulang would come to Baihu City every few days to drink and discuss philosophy with Yun Zhao, sometimes with Baihua Xiu, and sometimes alone.

And all of this was unintentional.

In this simulation, Yun Zhao did not actively make friends, but due to the change in the atmosphere of Baoxiang Kingdom, he and Baihua Xiu became a divine couple, which made this star spirit a frequent visitor to Baihu City.

Time flies, and more than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye.

The great calamity of Journey to the West has begun.

The Tang Monk and his disciples embarked on their journey to retrieve Buddhist scriptures, heading westward.

When they arrived at Huangfeng Ridge, the Yellow Wind Monster had already been entrenched there for many years.

According to the original story, after the Yellow Wind Demon kidnapped Tang Sanzang, he stirred up the Samadhi Divine Wind, which made it difficult for Sun Wukong to open his eyes. He could only go to Mount Ling to ask for help from Bodhisattva Lingji, who then broke the demonic wind and rescued Tang Sanzang.

But this life is different.

Yun Zhao was on good terms with him. Although he didn't have a good way to remove the shackles in the soul, he still gave Huang Fengguai a lot of spoilers.

Knowing that he would eventually be taken back to Mount Ling by the Bodhisattva Lingji, he decided to give up and stop hiding his talents.

Since the Buddhist sect uses him as a pawn, intending to add a stepping stone to the holy monk's path of merit.

He was determined to use every trick in the book to make sure that damned Tang Sanzang was either dead or badly injured!

If you can't control Buddhism, can't you control a mere mortal?

On this day, he sensed that Tang Sanzang and his disciples had entered Huangfeng Ridge. Instead of sending Tiger Vanguard as bait, he directly stirred up trouble and swept Tang Sanzang into the cave.

Sun Wukong was furious and swung his staff to strike.

Yellow Wind Monster did not fight him head-on. Instead, he opened his mouth and used his supernatural power, the Samadhi Wind howling out.

This blowing lasted for seven days and seven nights!

Sun Wukong's fiery eyes were stinging from the wind, he couldn't open them, and he couldn't ride the clouds steadily. He could only hold his head and spin around in the wind, complaining bitterly.

"Damn it, how could this monster's power happen to exploit my weakness? How ruthless!"

Pigsy paced anxiously, saying, "Brother Monkey, this wind is a hindrance to your fiery eyes! If it keeps blowing like this, Master will be boiled alive by the monster! I think we should divide the luggage, sell the white horse to a good family, you go back to your Flower Fruit Mountain, and I'll go back to my Gao Village!"

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth: "You idiot! What nonsense are you spouting! If you dare to say you're backing down again, I'll beat you to death with this iron cudgel!"

After being intimidated by the monkey, Pigsy dared not utter a sound.

Just watching as Sun Wukong tried several times to rush into the cave, only to be blown about by the divine wind and unable to stand steadily.

Pigsy hardened his heart. Since he couldn't leave, he wanted to do something to earn some credit.

But after all, his cultivation level was not as high as the monkey's, and he didn't have an indestructible body.

Furthermore, having been mistakenly reincarnated as a pig, although he still possessed all his cultivation, he could only use six or seven tenths of it. Faced with the Samadhi Divine Wind, he could only struggle to resist it and could no longer circulate his magic power, let alone break down the door to save people.

At this point, Tang Sanzang had been thrown into a large pot, where he was soaked in water until his body turned white, he had lost a lot of weight, was on the verge of death, and had not eaten a single grain of rice.

If the Yellow Wind Monster hadn't been somewhat afraid of Buddhist methods and spared his life, he would have been turned into a pile of turbid feces by now.

The monkey and pig were at a loss for what to do when Venus suddenly appeared and urgently sent a telepathic message to Pigsy:

"Marshal Tianpeng, hurry to that Lesser Mount Sumeru! The Bodhisattva Lingji has a Wind-Stabilizing Pill that can dispel this evil wind!"

Pigsy dared not delay, so he rode on a cloud and headed straight for Mount Ling.

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and stood guard outside the cave, withstanding the demonic wind to protect his junior brother.

Four days later, Pigsy arrived with the Bodhisattva Lingji.

The Bodhisattva Lingji summoned the Flying Dragon Staff, chanted incantations, and the demonic wind immediately ceased.

Seeing this, the Yellow Wind Monster knew that the situation was hopeless, so he did not resist and surrendered.

Lingji Bodhisattva took him in and brought him back to his own temple, but we won't go into details about that.

Tang Sanzang was finally rescued.

At this time, Xuanzang had been soaked in hot water for eleven days. His skin was pale, he was thin and bony, and he was so weak that he could not even stand up.

Sun Wukong carried him out of the cave. Tang Sanzang opened his eyes and his first words were:

"My disciple... this journey to the west... is fraught with peril!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong felt a pang of sorrow in his heart and whispered, "Master, you've suffered."

Tang Sanzang gave a wry smile, gazing westward, his mind blank.