Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 388 White Dragon Horse Hoofs Facing West
"My name is Ao Lie, and I am the third prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea."

"Just because I accidentally burned the pearl in the palace, my own father killed me for the sake of justice, reported me to the Heavenly Court, and wanted to send me to the Dragon Slaying Platform."

"Fortunately, I was saved by the Bodhisattva Guanyin, and was able to escape and live in Yingchou Gorge."

"But life is pretty comfortable. I eat seafood and mountain delicacies and swim in the water."

"But today something bad happened. I was so sleepy that I saw two horses drinking water and being swallowed up in one gulp. How could I have imagined that I would provoke a terrible Taoist priest."

The Bagua rays of light shone on his body, and Ao Lie felt as if he was thrown into the sun, with flames burning all over his body, unable to move.

What frightened him most was that the Taoist came over with a grim smile on his face, saying that he wanted to peel the skin to make clothes, pull out the tendons to make belts, and cook the dragon meat, heart, liver and lungs in a pot.
"I won't run anymore! I don't dare to run anymore!"

Ao Lie was so frightened that tears welled up in his dragon eyes and he cried out in a miserable manner.

"You are just a little white dragon, why don't you mess with Ang'er instead of anyone else?" Seeing that Tang Sanzang was fine, Sun Wukong jumped up and laughed.

It’s okay if he offends his master, after all, monks don’t kill.

But if you mess with Ang'er, you'll be in trouble.

An Yan ignored Wukong and instead used the Bagua mirror in his hand to lift up the little white dragon, half of whose body had fallen into the water, and threw it on the shore.

"Think of my poor horse. I have been riding it all the way and have developed a deep affection for it. I have already regarded it as my brother."

"Now that you have eaten my brother, tell me, how do you want to die?"

An Yan looked at the little white dragon, then turned to look at Sanzang and Wukong, "Sanzang, Wukong, how about we have a dragon meat hot pot? The scales, skin, tendons and bones removed will just give each of us a new piece of clothing."

When Ao Lie heard this, his face was filled with fear. This Taoist priest was too vicious. He howled immediately, "You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

"I am the one appointed by Guanyin Bodhisattva to obtain the Buddhist scriptures. If you kill me, Guanyin Bodhisattva will not let you go."

"Avalokitesvara? The one who seeks the sutra?"

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed, and he jumped back to Tang Sanzang and asked, "Master, is this the disciple assigned to you by Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

"This..." Tang Sanzang hesitated, shook his head uncertainly, "I haven't heard Guanyin Bodhisattva say that."

Little White Dragon had very sensitive ears. When he heard the two people's whispers, his eyes lit up and he shouted, "Monk, you are a pilgrim from the Tang Dynasty in the East. It's really a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple. We are one of our own, one of our own!"

Having said that, Xiaobailong looked at An Yan again and reiterated it.

An Yan's face turned strange when he heard this. He grabbed a corner of his clothes and asked, "Let me ask you, what is this clothes?"

Xiao Bailong was stunned, then looked at the yellow gossip robe on An Yan. A bad premonition came to his mind, and he swallowed and said, "Buddha robe?"

"Are you blind? You can't tell the difference between a Taoist robe and a Buddhist robe?" An Yan's eyes widened in anger, and he walked forward and punched the little white dragon while cursing.

The scales that were harder than fine iron and fine steel were of no use at all. The little white dragon felt as if he had been hit by a mountain. His eyes bulged out and he almost vomited out the horse he had eaten.

The brutal scene made Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong turn around silently. They didn’t see any monk seeking scriptures.

Compared to the unfamiliar little white dragon, they naturally prefer An Yan.

What's more, this greedy little white dragon was guilty first, so even if Tang Sanzang wanted to save him, he couldn't.

Besides, they have been together for so long, doesn't he know An Yan? If An Yan really wanted to kill this little white dragon, he would have cut off the dragon's head with a knife long ago.

"Say it again, what is it?"

Facing the powerful, Xiao Bailong was very obedient, "Taoist robe!"

"Is that a family?"

"I think so."

Xiao Bailong observed An Yan's expressionless face and said cautiously.

Just then, a auspicious cloud descended.

"Fellow Taoist, wait!"

I saw Guanyin Bodhisattva standing on the auspicious clouds, with Muzha Hui'an and Jie Di standing on both sides, looking at Anyan with unfriendly eyes.

"Meet Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

Seeing that it was Guanyin Bodhisattva, Tang Sanzang hurriedly bowed.

Knowing that Guanyin Bodhisattva was not as compassionate as she appeared, Sun Wukong just raised his hand perfunctorily and shouted.

Without the golden hoop, this monkey head is really a worry.

But this time, Guanyin came not for Wukong, but for Xiaobailong.

Fortunately, she arrived early, otherwise things would have been terrible.

This Ao Lie is related to the Dragon King of the West Sea. If something happens to him, I am afraid that the Dragon King of the West Sea, who intends to turn to Buddhism, will suffer misfortune.

"I, An Yan, have seen Guanyin Bodhisattva. I wonder why the Bodhisattva came to see me?" An Yan asked knowingly, pretending to be stupid.

Previously the two of them were fighting secretly, but now Guanyin obviously doesn't want to play tricks anymore and just comes out in the open.

Guanyin Bodhisattva said dignifiedly: "Daoyou, can you please release this little white dragon? I will compensate you for the damage caused by this evil beast."

Seeing Guanyin Bodhisattva show up, the little white dragon was delighted, knowing that he was safe this time.

But An Yan's stubbornness was far beyond his imagination. An Yan shook his head and sighed, "Buddha, that horse is my brother. We are as close as brothers. The love between brothers is priceless."

It’s obvious that you can’t afford to pay, and Guanyin won’t give you the face to do so.

The little white dragon was startled at first, shocked at An Yan's boldness, who even dared not give face to Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Then there was great joy, and An Yan was afraid that he would be in trouble.

As expected, Guanyin Bodhisattva's eyes narrowed, a hint of coldness flashed across them, and she looked down at An Yan.

An Yan controlled the little white dragon with the Bagua mirror in one hand, raised his head and smiled to meet the gaze of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and said bluntly: "Bodhisattva, this matter has been brought to the Heavenly Palace, and I am right."

Looking at An Ge'er who stood with his back straight and faced Guanyin, Sun Wukong's admiration for An Yan reached an unprecedented level. There were not many people he could admire, and An Yan was one of them.

The unexpected toughness made Xiaobailong smell something different. He could only stare at Guanyin Bodhisattva pitifully, hoping that the Bodhisattva would be stronger.

Hearing the word "Heaven" that was emphasized deliberately, Guanyin fell into silence.

It was not difficult for her to kill a barking dog, but the difficulty lay in the fact that it was a domestic dog.

After a long time, Guanyin sighed slightly. The position of the person in charge of the journey to the West was really not easy to hold. She already regretted taking on this task.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you want to deal with this?"

"It's simple. This little white dragon has to carry people anyway. It doesn't matter who it carries. We are all heading west anyway."

"It just so happens that my horse was swallowed by him, so he should carry me on his back and continue my journey westward."

An Yan no longer concealed his purpose and smiled. "How dare you!" Mu Zha Hui'an couldn't hold back any longer and angrily scolded, "You Taoist, you opened a dyeing factory just because you were given a little color, don't you think it's too much?"

Guanyin did not stop Muzha Hui'an. It was obvious that she was not at peace and she used Muzha Hui'an's mouth to express her own thoughts.

"If you think it's too much, then go to the Heavenly Palace and sue me." An Yan was not annoyed, and said with a tone that made him angry to death: "Anyway, I am quite familiar with Taishang Laojun. See this clothes and this whisk? Laojun gave them to me."

If you can't afford to play, then don't play.

An Yan directly brought out the trump card.

The four words "Taishang Laojun" are very meaningful, and they made Mu Zha Hui'an want to curse but couldn't. In the end, he could only hold it in his stomach, and his face turned redder than a monkey's butt.

Seeing that Taishang Laojun had moved out, Guanyin glanced towards the Thirty-three Heavens of Lihentian, with a rare look of helplessness on her face. She could ignore An Yan, the little golden immortal, but she could not ignore Taishang Laojun, the big boss-level existence.

If it makes sense, she is not afraid. At most, she can just let the Buddha go.

She glanced at Xiao Bailong angrily. This evil creature, can't he look carefully before eating? He just stuffed everything into his mouth.

The little white dragon shuddered and looked innocent.

No, can you blame me for this?

Who says that horse is more fragrant? It must eat delicious food.

An Yan often practiced on horseback, and over time the white horse under him naturally gained some spirituality. If it had not been eaten by the little white dragon, it might have become a horse fairy in the end.

"Hui An, shut up." Guanyin Bodhisattva scolded Hui An hypocritically, and then said to An Yan: "There is no need to bring this little matter to the Heavenly Palace. Since this evil beast was at fault first, let's leave it to you, Taoist friend, to deal with it."

"Daoyou, do you need my help?"

The situation reversed, and the little white dragon was so angry that his eyes turned red when he saw Guanyin trying to turn him into a horse with her own hands.

First he was sold by his father, and now he is sold by Guanyin. I don’t know if Xiaobailong has made friends with the jinx.

"Don't bother the Buddha with such a small matter." An Yan quickly refused.

What a joke, after being touched by Guanyin, this little white dragon might have been enlightened directly.

"Alas, it seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of me."

An Yan did not comment.

Seeing this, Guanyin did not plan to stay here any longer, so as not to be upset. Before leaving, she invited him, "Daoyou, you can come to my Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea when you are free. I think you have a destiny with my Buddha."

An Yan smiled but didn't really smile, and replied, "Really? I'm greedy and lustful, and I'm lazy and gluttonous. It must be your illusion, Bodhisattva."

Guanyin smiled when she heard this, looked at An Yan deeply and said, "You are right, you and my Buddha are destined to be together."

After saying this, he left on a auspicious cloud.

An Yan looked at the auspicious clouds going away and said unconvincingly, "I also said that you and my Taoist sect have a destiny."

Then, he put the matter of Guanyin behind him, looked at the little white dragon with a face full of resistance, and said: "I don't like to force others. Since you don't like being a mount, I will give you two choices."

"What choice?"

There was light in the little white dragon's eyes again, as if he had grasped the last straw.

"Be my mount or my dinner, your choice."

After hearing this, Xiao Bailong was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He was so stupid that he actually believed that the other party would really let him go.

"Don't look so hopeless. It will be good for you to be my mount."

Little White Dragon asked weakly: "What's the benefit?"

"Work six days a week and rest one day, seven in the morning and seven in the evening, and you can use the rest of the time as you wish. Carry me on your back to complete the journey to the west, and I will give you the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit."

Afraid that Xiaobailong didn't understand what "7 am to 7 pm" meant, An Yan explained it in detail. It means starting work at Chen time in the morning and finishing work at Xu time in the evening.

Considering that Tang Sanzang is a mortal, he still needs to get enough rest every day.

"How is it? The treatment is not bad, right?"

An Yan patted the little white dragon's head and said with an expression that said, "I'm giving you a bargain."

The little white dragons in front of him didn't care. He was tempted when he heard that he could be given the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit. However, he hesitated and said, "I am the third prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea. If my father knew that I was being ridden by others, he would probably expel me from the dragon clan."

An Yan understood.

If you want me to be your mount, you can, but you have to pay extra.

Looking at the little white dragon who was still bargaining, An Yan curled his lips. It seemed that the child had not realized his situation yet and really thought that he was still the third prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea.

Let him break the illusion, "The Third Prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea? Sorry, you are just my prisoner now."

"As for this job, if you want to do it, then do it. If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of people who can do it."

"Think about it, how can a mount get rest time and rewards? Look all over the four continents and see if you can find one that is not chained up as a guard dog?"

"In a word, do you want to do it?"

The little white dragon didn't respond. An Yan stopped talking nonsense and looked at Wukong and shouted, "Wukong, go find a big pot. We're going to eat dragon meat tonight."

As he spoke, An Yan swung his whisk, which immediately turned into a butcher knife, sharpening it towards Bai Long.

"Okay!" Sun Wukong also cooperated and pretended to go find a pot.

This immediately made Xiao Bailong anxious. What's wrong with this society? Why is everyone so impatient? Isn't it just that I think a little longer?

"Do it! Do it! I'll do it!"

An Yan laughed when he heard this, just like a capitalist.

"No regrets?"

"No regrets!"

"Then change it."

An Yan removed the Bagua mirror and restored the little white dragon's freedom.

In the instant of regaining his freedom, the pretty boy wanted to run away, but in the end he obediently transformed into a white dragon horse with a pearl hanging around his neck, looking extremely handsome.

"Haha, let's go, let's continue on our way."

An Yan jumped onto the horse and rode the white dragon horse.

Taking Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong, they headed west.

(End of this chapter)