Journey to the West Bandits: The Poor Monk Just Wants to Be a Godfather

Po Meng couldn't understand what Empress Houtu said, and there was no need to understand her.

Since the Lich Calamity passed, Empress Houtu transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, which basically marked the complete failure of the Witch Clan.

Nowadays, in the entire Three Realms, apart from Empress Houtu, Po Meng is the only one left who can be regarded as the best person in the witch clan.

But this does not mean that the Wu clan has perished!

As long as Empress Houtu is still there, the Wu clan will never be driven out to death!

Po Meng was silent for a while and then said: "Since the empress is so convinced, then this journey to the west is destined to change."

"Should we, the Wu Clan, intervene to gain some merit from traveling to the West?"

"Based on the fact that Buddhist monk Bianji, a new Buddhist monk, has gone to the underworld many times, the demon tribe in Luzhou, Beiju, has already intervened on a large scale to measure the calamity."

"If we, the Witch Clan, cannot seize this opportunity, we may never be able to confront the Demon Clan again in the future..."

The nineteenth floor of the underworld became extremely quiet.

Both Po Meng and Empress Houtu fell silent. After a long time, Empress Houtu said, "You can give it a try."

"But our Witch Clan does not have high-end combat power after all."

"I am trapped in the Six Paths of Reincarnation and cannot escape. You are also in the underworld. You can only let them proceed step by step. You cannot rush into the Eighty-one Dilemma rashly!"

Po Meng nodded solemnly: "I understand."

Beiju Luzhou.

Inside the demon clan’s base camp.

The former Prince Jinwu when the Lich was measuring calamity, and now the Zen Master Wuchao, also raised his head and looked at the sky at this moment.

Zen Master Wuchao naturally also received news about the expansion of the Jade Emperor's peach feast.

But unfortunately……

Even if the Jade Emperor expanded the scale, the scale did not extend to the demon clan.

Their best chance to participate in the peach feast is to become a dish on the table!

Even now, under the leadership of Zen Master Wuchao, the demon clan has briefly reached a cooperation intention with Tianting and Buddhism, and arranged the Eighty-One Dilemma in Luzhou, Beiju.

But in the eyes of Heaven and Buddhism, the demon clan is not on the same level as them after all!

They are nothing more than chess pieces for use.

"Heavenly Court and Buddhism, this Journey to the West is an opportunity for you. How can it not be an opportunity for us, the Demon Clan?"

"The memory my father left for me is that the Four Monkeys are the last hope of the demon clan. I have waited for so many years and finally waited for the birth of the last Lingming Stone Monkey..."

"This time, I'm going to take the demon clan to a gamble!"

Zen Master Wuchao's eyes flashed with fire, and his voice immediately became stern: "Uncle Bai, how is the research on the seal over at Guishan?"

Not far behind him, an old man with a human body and a dog's head breathed a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile on his face: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life!"

"This time we will definitely be able to remove Guishan's seal and release Wuzhiqi."

"But are you sure that the young master wants to be released at this time?"

"Measure the calamity. Once you step into it, failure will be irreversible!"

The big white dog's face was very solemn.

His real name is Bai Ze, and he is an auspicious beast with unparalleled resourcefulness in the demon clan. He survived the lich calamity that year by relying on his ability to seek good fortune and avoid disaster.

After living in obscurity for so many years, his blood has long since turned cold.

If Zen Master Wuchao hadn't insisted on him studying the seal of Guishan, he might have spent the rest of his life hiding in Luzhou, Beiju.

"The demon clan has retreated to Beiju Luzhou, where else can they retreat?"

Zen Master Wuchao smiled bitterly: "Do you think I agreed to heaven for the benefit of traveling to the west to measure tribulation?"

"With my current status as a demon clan, even if I don't agree to Heavenly Court, Heavenly Court will still lure the demon clan into the situation."

"The difference is that if we take the initiative to enter the game, we can at least share most of the information with Heaven. If we enter the game passively, then it will be completely up to Heaven and Buddhism."

Zen Master Wuchao knew this very well.

Heavenly Court and Buddhism came to negotiate with him in name, but in reality it was just a formality.

If the demon clan agrees, everything will be easy. If they don't agree, they will have no choice but to use violence.

"So, now that there are changes in the calamity in the journey to the west, this is the opportunity for our demon clan!"

A small black round ball appeared in Zen Master Wuchao's hand, on which four monkeys of different shapes could be vaguely engraved.

As Zen Master Wuchao activated his magic power, the lines on the sphere emitted a hazy white light, and the four lifelike carved monkey images lit up one after another.

Rub rub rub rub!

Four rays of light flashed, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Zen Master Wuchao's mouth.

"Uncle Bai, have you seen it?"

"All the Four Monkeys were born in this era, and even Yuan Hong, who disappeared during the Conferred God Tribulation, also appeared in this era!"

"This must be God Father protecting the demon clan in the dark. This is the hope for the revival of our demon clan!"

"Are you going to make me give up?"

Zen Master Wuchao looked straight at the big white dog in front of him.

Bai Ze sighed: "You are the young master of the demon clan. Since you have made up your mind, I will definitely break the turtle mountain seal before the Buddhist scripture collectors arrive!"

……

at the same time.

In the ice fields deeper in Beiju Luzhou, the ice and snow all over the sky covered the place spotlessly.

It's like time is frozen here.

Wow...

Suddenly, there was a sound of wind.

Then a dozen snow sculptures jumped up from the ice and snow, then turned into human beings and walked into a snow mountain.

The environment inside the snowy mountain is completely different from the outside world. A man with a hooked nose and a gloomy face is sitting cross-legged on a futon, and his whole body has an extremely cold aura.

"Grandmaster Kunpeng, the Heavenly Court Peach Banquet was held, but the Golden Crow Crown Prince was not invited."

The sharp eyes of the man with his eyes closed slowly opened, and the cold light in his eyes flashed away.

"I have long said that it is better to rely on yourself than to rely on anything else!"

"Had I not sized up the situation and retreated back then, the Demon Clan, like the Witch Clan, would have completely disappeared into history."

"Do you really think that today's Heavenly Court and Buddhism are great benevolent people and don't drive out the demon clan?"

"It's not just because the demon tribe has me to control them, they are afraid to take action."

Patriarch Kunpeng sneered, with a look of disdain and scorn in his eyes.

"The Patriarch, the Holy Ming!"

Several snow sculptures that turned into humans immediately flattered them.

In a sense, what Patriarch Kunpeng said makes sense.

After the Lich Tribulation, the Witch Clan completely withdrew from the stage of history, and their Demon Clan could still survive in Luzhou, Beiju.

Perhaps a large part of the reason is because the Monster Clan has Patriarch Kunpeng, a quasi-sage, alive!

If you want to completely kill a quasi-sage, the price you need to pay is not small!

Who is willing to risk their lives?

Patriarch Kunpeng sneered and said, "Since Golden Crow doesn't have the ability to lead the demon clan back to its glory..."

"Then it's time for me to move around in the Three Realms."

"In this journey to the west to measure tribulation, he, the Golden Crow, can participate, and so can I, Kunpeng!"

"Since it's a calamity, it's natural to make it as chaotic as possible!"

Patriarch Kunpeng stood up, stretched and walked out of the snow mountain.

Behind him are layers of thick black feathers, which are particularly conspicuous in the vast white ice field. (End of chapter)