I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

Ning Chen glanced at the sky; the sun was already setting in the west, and the evening glow had dyed the horizon a blood red.

He turned to the crowd and said.

"When night falls, we will ambush them around the temple. Brother Pig and Brother Ao will stay inside and wait. Once King Linggan comes ashore and enters the temple, we will attack him from both sides and capture him in one fell swoop. In this way, we will surely pass this pass safely!"

Everyone responded in unison.

As night deepened, the moon rose from the eastern mountains, turning the Tongtian River into a bright, silvery white.

In the Linggan King Temple at the village entrance, the candlelight flickered, illuminating two small figures beside the offering table.

The girl dressed as Zhu Bajie sat on the ground, yawning listlessly, occasionally stealing a bite of the offerings on the altar and stuffing a couple of pastries into her mouth.

Although the boy played by Ao Lie was young, he had a cool and dignified expression. He stood far away at the corner of the temple, looking like a stranger should not approach him.

Outside the temple, Ning Chen led the group to hide among the haystacks and shadows of the trees, holding their breath and concentrating.

Luo Zhantian crept up to Ning Chen and asked in a low voice.

"When will that monster arrive? My iron fists are already itching for a fight!"

Ning Chen said in a low voice.

"Teacher, don't be impatient, just wait!"

Before the words were finished, a rushing sound of water suddenly came from the direction of the Tongtian River outside the village.

Under the moonlight, the water surface churned with waves from afar, as if some enormous creature was moving through the riverbed.

A moment later, a whirlpool suddenly split open in the middle of the river, and a dark shadow slowly emerged from the whirlpool.

The dark figure climbed up the riverbank, getting closer and closer until it reached the moonlight.

Only then did everyone realize that it was a burly, golden-armored demon.

This demon is truly magnificent: his golden armor and helmet are gleaming new, and his waist is adorned with a jeweled belt wrapped in red clouds.

Her eyes shone like bright stars rising late in the night, and her teeth were like rows of serrated teeth.

The clouds and mist drifted beneath my feet, and the fog around me was warm and comforting.

A chilly wind blows as you walk, and a chilling atmosphere pervades the air as you stand.

Yet they resembled a curtain-rolling general supporting the emperor, or a gatekeeper guarding a temple.

At first glance, this monster appeared to be a handsome and imposing figure, with the air of a god descending to earth.

Ning Chen found it amusing, knowing that this demon was a goldfish spirit in disguise, and as an ornamental fish, its appearance was naturally quite good.

The King of Inspiration arrived at the temple gate, pushed it open, and his gaze fell on the two children beside the offering table.

He suddenly exclaimed "Eh!" and asked.

"Whose page is this today?"

Inside the temple, the boy, disguised as Ao Lie, responded loudly.

"Your Majesty, it is the Chen family. Recently, some strangers wanted to cross the river and came to our Chen family for help. Our Chen family thought of combining the two sacrifices into one, so we are offering them together today!"

Upon hearing this, the King of Inspiration felt a slight stirring in his heart.

In previous years, the children who saw his monstrous appearance would have been terrified out of their wits. Some of them couldn't even hold their urine and would die of fright on the spot, let alone answer a question.

He only needed to shout twice at the door and there would be no sound inside. But this year, it's different. He asks a question and gets a clear and loud answer from inside. It doesn't sound like someone is afraid of him at all.

The King of Inspiration stopped in his tracks and frowned as he looked at the two children.

The boy had handsome features and a calm expression, while the girl sat under the offering table with half a piece of pastry in her mouth, eating with relish. Judging from her posture, it seemed as if she had come to deliver food, not to eat people.

He immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Yesterday, a woman dressed in spotted robes came to report that a monk from the Tang Dynasty in the East had come and that eating a piece of his flesh would grant him immortality.

The spotted mandarin duck said that even if she couldn't eat the monk's flesh, she could at least stop him, and she would receive immeasurable benefits in the future.

He was originally a goldfish spirit, timid and suspicious by nature. In the past, he would dive to the bottom of the water whenever he heard thunder. But now, seeing the two boys answering his questions without fear, he immediately became suspicious.

He looked up and down at the little girl eating heartily under the offering table, then glanced at the little boy standing in the corner, whose brows exuded a subtle aloofness.

His mind raced, and he muttered to himself.

"Strange! In previous years, every child offered as a sacrifice would wail and cry, and would tremble with fear at the sight of me. But these two children today are unusually calm. And the boy's tone of voice is clearly not that of a country bumpkin... Could it be a trap?"

Upon thinking of this, the King of Inspiration unconsciously took a half step back, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the boy and the girl's faces.

The boy stood in the corner, his expression indifferent, with a hint of coldness between his brows.

Although the little girl was chubby, her eyes darted around, revealing a cleverness beyond her years.

The more he looked, the more something seemed wrong, but he couldn't make up his mind, so he deliberately took a step forward and shouted sternly.

"Why are you two not afraid of me now that you've seen me, the Great King?"

The boy replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"The emperor does not kneel before feudal lords; we are offering sacrifices at the behest of our parents, why should we kneel?"

Upon hearing this, the King of Inspiration thought, "This tone doesn't sound like that of a country bumpkin at all. He's clearly someone who has studied the classics."

His alarm bells rang in his mind, and then he saw the little girl stand up from under the offering table, pat the crumbs off her hands, and say with a smile.

"Your Majesty intends to devour us. Will you eat the boys first, or the girls?"

This question touched on his usual habits.

The King of Inspiration was taken aback, but he didn't think much of it.

"Eat the boy first...eat the boy first."

The little girl clapped her hands and laughed.

"That's perfect, you eat your brother first, then I can have a few more snacks."

The boy glanced at the girl and said coldly.

"You're quite the planner."

The King of Inspiration felt increasingly uneasy. The two children were singing in unison, showing no fear whatsoever, as if they were there to toy with him.

He felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself: Could it be that the disciple of the pilgrim has transformed to trick me?

If that's the case, and I rashly take a bite, I'm afraid my life will be in danger.

But upon closer inspection, he could not detect any demonic aura. The boy and girl were clean and tidy, without the slightest abnormality.

The King of Inspiration stood in front of the temple gate, caught in a dilemma.

If we eat them, these two kids have a sinister aura; if we don't, we're afraid of breaking a long-standing tradition.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth and said.

"Hey girl, come out here first. I'm going to have a little treat tonight!"

Upon hearing this, Pigsy's eyes widened, and he raised his head and shouted.

"Why did you say you'd eat the boys first, and now you're eating the girls first?"

When Zhu Ganglie looked up, Linggan Dawang saw her chubby, round face and was overjoyed.

Okay, okay, it turns out it's a full yellow one!

Speaking of young boys and girls, the taste is the most wonderful. The farm families along the Tongtian River are quite poor, and the children in their families are all thin and weak.

In previous years, when Linggan Dawang ate it, it was a bit gritty.

This year, finally, a plump and delicious one arrived, and the King of Inspiration's mouth watered immediately.

Once this greed took hold, the Great King of Inspiration lost all restraint. He took three steps at a time and stepped into the temple, intending to pull the girl that Pigsy had transformed into.

Zhu Ganglie wasn't about to be stopped. He immediately revealed his true form, took out his nine-toothed rake, and brought it down on his head while shouting.

"You damned fish spirit, take this!"

Sha Wujing, who was possessing Wu Dajin's body, felt a jolt in his heart as he listened outside the temple!