I am submissive in Journey to the West, I strike hard at the gods

After listening, Fuxi nodded slightly: "Jiang Wang...this boy is extraordinary."

However, the king of a nation does not have the ambition of a human being.

If he could, with the bearing of a human king, gather the power of the primordial human race and seize the destiny of heaven and earth, that would be the right path.

After a moment of silence in the hall, Suirenshi said, "We can send people to secretly visit Dongsheng Shenzhou to find great sages and cultivate them in secret, waiting for the right opportunity."

Fuxi nodded, his gaze fixed on the distance, as if he could already see the vibrant land of Dongsheng Shenzhou, and the young man standing on the city wall with a distant gaze.

Jiang Wang was unaware of Shouyang Mountain's gaze at this moment.

He stood on the city wall, the spirit seed in his hand already warm from being squeezed.

He looked down at the fields outside the city, where rice paddies rippled like the sea, and the laughter of the people drifted on the wind.

He suddenly recalled how he looked when he first entered the primordial world many years ago. At that time, all he wanted was to find a corner of peace in this chaotic world.

Now, however, he gradually understands that true peace is not about being content with a corner of the world, but about opening up a great road to heaven for the human race.

He turned around, slowly walked down the city wall, and headed towards Du Fu's palace.

He had already made up his mind: the prosperity of Aolai Kingdom was only the beginning.

What he wanted to do was to spread the blessings of this spiritual seed to every inch of the primordial land, and to let the fortune of the human race, like the morning glow, burn across the heavens and earth.

The night was as dark as ink. In the deep, dark abyss at the bottom of the Weak Water River, Pigsy curled up behind a jagged rock, his low snores seemingly intertwining with the sobbing of the water to form a mournful elegy.

The river water was icy cold, carrying endless loneliness, flowing slowly and lapping against his rough skin.

His massive body looked particularly clumsy underwater, and his thick ears twitched occasionally, as if listening to some distant call.

In the darkness, his dream was as bright as day.

In my dream, there was a hillside covered with white wildflowers, the sunlight was gentle, and the wind carried the fragrance of the petals.

The White Bone Demon stood there, dressed in white as snow, her eyes filled with gentleness.

She didn't speak, but just gazed at him quietly, her eyes seeming to hold a thousand unspoken words.

Pigsy's heart skipped a beat. It was a look he had never forgotten—three years ago, they met in the desolate mountains and wilderness. Although she was a demon, she had a soft heart.

They once drank together under the moon, laughed in the woods, and made vows of never leaving each other in a secluded corner.

But all of that was mercilessly crushed by the destiny of Journey to the West.

"Bajie..."

Her voice echoed in my dream, ethereal as smoke, "I am in India, by the roadside on the journey to the West, waiting for you."

Before he finished speaking, her shadow vanished like mist, leaving only the fragrance of white flowers lingering around his nose.

Pigsy suddenly woke up with a start. The chill of the water seeped into his bones, but he felt a burning sensation in his chest.

India, by the roadside on the journey to the West—that was the place where she was reincarnated! He clenched his fist, and his nine-toothed rake drew a dull arc in the water.

He couldn't stay any longer, not for the sake of becoming a Buddha, not for the sake of merit, but only to see her one more time.

The Ruoshui River surged and turbulent, and he went against the current, each step feeling like a struggle against the resistance of the entire world.

His figure receded into the darkness, with an endless abyss behind him and the last glimmer of light in his heart ahead.

Tang Sanzang, on his journey to the West, he wanted to go back, even if it was just to pursue that unattainable dream.

Meanwhile, in the high heavens above, in the Palace of the Old Man Under the Moon, red threads were intertwined and incense smoke curled upwards.

Guanyin Bodhisattva sits serenely on a lotus throne, her face kind and gentle, yet her gaze is as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

Opposite her stood the Queen Mother of the West, holding a jade ruyi scepter, her brows furrowed with a hint of scrutiny.

"Guanyin, what brings you here?"

The Queen Mother's voice was clear and cold, seemingly able to penetrate the clouds and mist.

Guanyin smiled slightly and put her hands together in prayer: "For the sake of my journey to the West, this humble monk begs the Queen Mother to grant me a marriage."

With a light tap of her fingertip, a red light shone from the marriage register in the Moon God Palace, revealing the names of Pigsy and White Bone Demon.

The Queen Mother raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat surprised: "The White Bone Demon has already died and vanished, why do you still want to continue this relationship?"

"The cause and effect are not yet exhausted, and the fate is not yet over."

Guanyin said calmly, "This action may help the journey to the West take another step forward."

After a moment of silence, the Queen Mother finally nodded, waved her jade hand, and the red thread on the marriage register was renewed, faintly emitting a wisp of golden light.

Guanyin thanked the Queen Mother, turned and left, her next stop being the underworld.

A chilling wind swept through the underworld, where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sat serenely in the netherworld, with endless wails of ghosts behind him.

Guanyin entered the hall, and Ksitigarbha looked up with a peaceful gaze: "Guanyin, why have you come here?"

"The reincarnation of the White Bone Demon."

Guanyin spoke frankly, "Her karmic ties with the Journey to the West are not severed. This humble monk requests Ksitigarbha to arrange for her to be reborn in India, closer to the Journey to the West."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva chanted the Buddha's name softly, turning the prayer beads in his hand gently. After a moment, he said, "This matter is feasible, but it will take time."

Guanyin nodded, a barely perceptible smile flashing in her eyes.

Everything was part of her plan.

On the journey to the West, the shady pine forest was so dark that it seemed to devour all light.

The ground was covered with pine needles that rustled underfoot, and the air was filled with a damp, musty smell.

Tang Sanzang rode on the white dragon horse, his face haggard, his lips chapped, and his stomach rumbling.

Sha Wujing led the horse in front, his steps steady, while Zhu Bajie carried the rake and walked at the back, humming an unknown tune, as if to hide his anxiety.

"Master, are you hungry?"

Sha Wujing turned around, his voice low.

Tang Sanzang smiled wryly and rubbed his stomach: "This forest is cold and gloomy; I'm afraid there's nowhere to beg for alms."

Upon hearing this, Pigsy patted his chest and said, "Master, don't worry, I, Pigsy, will go beg for some alms!"

He turned and disappeared into the depths of the woods, leaving a shallow trail on the ground with his rake.

However, after searching for a long time, Pigsy found that the surrounding area was desolate and he couldn't even see a trace of a village.

He scratched his head, then found a big pine tree, lay down on the ground, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

In his dream, the image of the White Bone Demon reappeared; she stood beneath the city walls of Tianzhu Kingdom, smiling at him.

He grinned foolishly, forgetting the passage of time.

Sha Wujing was getting anxious. Seeing that Zhu Bajie hadn't returned for a long time, he said to Tang Sanzang, "Master, I'm going to go find my senior brother. Please wait here for a while."

Tang Sanzang nodded and led the white dragon horse on a stroll through the forest alone.

The pine forest was deep and secluded, with crisscrossing paths. As he walked, he strayed from the right path.

In the distance, a faint golden light appeared, like the light of a temple. Tang Sanzang was overjoyed, thinking he had found a place to stay, and spurred his horse forward.

As the golden light drew closer, it was not a temple, but a majestic pagoda, its body radiating an eerie glow.

Before Tang Sanzang could take a closer look, a strange laugh suddenly came from behind him, and several little demons with ropes rushed over and surrounded him.

"Haha, we've got Jin Chanzi!"

The little demons shouted and bound Tang Sanzang tightly, dragging him into a gloomy cave—the Wave Moon Cave of Wanzishan Mountain.

Inside the cave, the firelight flickered, and a fishy smell filled the air.

The yellow-robed monster sat upright on the stone chair, his fangs bared, his eyes gleaming with greed.

Upon hearing the little demon's report, he slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Tang Sanzang? A virtuous man for ten lifetimes! If I eat his flesh, I, this old demon, can also live forever!"

He waved his hand and ordered the little demons to set up a large pot, boil water, and prepare to cook Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang showed no fear, only chanting Buddhist mantras in a low voice, but there was a trace of worry in his eyes—where are his disciples? Zhu Bajie was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly kicked awake by Sha Wujing.

"Second Brother, Master has disappeared!"

"I can't believe it," said Sha Wujing anxiously.

Pigsy jumped up and ran into the depths of the forest, with Sandy following closely behind.

The two followed the hoofprints and found the entrance to the Wave Moon Cave.

The cave entrance was tightly closed, and the faint sound of Tang Sanzang chanting sutras could be heard.

Pigsy roared angrily and swung his rake at the cave entrance: "Monster! Release my master!"

The cave entrance shattered with a crash, and the yellow-robed monster leaped out, brandishing a curved blade, and sneered, "Pig demon, how dare you ruin my plans!"

Without saying a word, Pigsy swung his rake and engaged the Yellow-Robed Monster in a fierce battle.

Amidst the flashing blades and the palpable killing intent, the two fought for dozens of rounds without a clear victor.

Seeing this, Sha Wujing brandished his demon-subduing staff and joined the battle. Together, the two forced the Yellow Robe Monster back several steps.

At that moment, Guanyin Bodhisattva, far away in the South China Sea, frowned slightly.

She calculated with her fingers and realized that Sun Wukong had not yet rejoined the team, and the journey to the West could not be interrupted.

She whispered the Tightening-Headband Mantra, and a thousand miles away, the system's voice suddenly rang in Jiang Wang's mind: "Ding! Triggered mission: 1. Defeat the Yellow Robe Monster and rescue Tang Sanzang; 2. Persuade the Yellow Robe Monster to release the people; 3. Exchange the real tiger for the fake tiger that Tang Sanzang has transformed into, and release the fake tiger into the wilderness."

Please select.

Jiang Wang stood at the edge of the pine forest, his gaze calm.

He is not Sun Wukong, but he carries a destiny related to the Journey to the West.

System tasks came flooding in, but he wasn't in a hurry to choose.

Although the Yellow Robe Monster was strong, he was restrained by Pigsy and Sandy, so he was not in danger of endangering Tang Sanzang's life.

He closed his eyes and pondered, the image of the White Bone Demon appearing in his mind—a shared concern for him and Pigsy.

He decided to choose the third option, which would save Tang Sanzang without harming innocent people.

Inside the cave, the yellow-robed monster was gradually weakening when suddenly a clear female voice rang out: "Husband, stop!"

A woman walked out slowly, her features exquisite; it was none other than Baihuaxiu.

She looked at Tang Sanzang with pleading in her eyes: "Master, you are a virtuous man, please let him go."

After hesitating for a moment, the yellow-robed monster finally nodded and ordered the little demon to untie him.

Tang Sanzang thanked Baihuaxiu and left the Wave Moon Cave with Bajie and Sha Wujing.

The four travelers continued their journey and arrived at the Great Tang Treasure City several days later.

This place was originally the Kingdom of Baoxiang, but it has now been conquered by the Tang Dynasty. Flags flutter in the city, all of them Tang Dynasty dragon flags.

Entrusted by Baihuaxiu, Tang Sanzang delivered a letter from home to the princess's residence in the city.

Pigsy, however, was unwilling to give up and dragged Sandy back to the Wave Moon Cave to fight the Yellow Robe Monster again.

Outside the cave, the two challenged each other, and the yellow-robed monster angrily charged out.

Sha Wujing brandished his staff to meet the enemy, but unexpectedly Guanyin recited the Tightening-Headband Mantra again, causing Sha Wujing to suffer a splitting headache and be captured by the Yellow-Robed Monster in an instant.

The Yellow-Robed Monster sneered and used his magic to transform Tang Sanzang into a fierce tiger, then locked him in the cave.

Jiang Wang sneaked in quietly and, taking advantage of the chaos, replaced the fake tiger that Tang Seng had transformed into with a real tiger, then released the fake tiger into the wilderness.

The night was as dark as ink, and a damp, cold mist permeated the mountains and fields of Baoxiang Kingdom. The wind blew from the northwest, carrying a biting chill.

Jiang Wang, also known as Zhu Bajie, dragged his heavy steps on the muddy mountain road, carrying his nine-toothed rake on his shoulder, its teeth gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the night.

His pig-like face was full of frustration and exhaustion, and he muttered curses under his breath, his voice low but carrying a hint of resentment.

Not far behind, the white dragon horse limped along, its scales covered in mud and water, its wet tail dragging on the ground, and a deep, bone-revealing wound on its hind leg still oozing blood, a shocking sight.

Jiang Wang glanced back, snorted, and said with a hint of complaint, "Little White Dragon, you look even worse than me, Old Pig."

Where has Master gone? Brother Sha has been captured by that Yellow-Robed Monster again! I think our journey to the West is doomed!

The white dragon horse neighed softly, a complex expression flashing in its eyes, seemingly both helpless and restrained.

It stopped, shook off the water droplets, slowly raised its head, and spoke in a clear but slightly hoarse voice: "Bajie, stop talking nonsense."

I witnessed what happened last night. My master was transformed into a white horse by that demon's magic, looking exactly like me.

Seeing the situation was dire, I transformed into a dragon and disguised myself as a palace maid, sneaking into the demon's cave to assassinate the demon. However, the yellow-robed monster was highly skilled; my assassination attempt failed, and I was instead injured by his palm strike. I had no choice but to flee into the Imperial Water River for temporary refuge.

As the White Dragon Horse spoke, his voice trembled slightly, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Now that Sha Wujing has been captured and our master's whereabouts are unknown, if you have any more thoughts of backing out, what will become of our pilgrimage?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang stopped in his tracks, spat fiercely, and slammed his rake heavily on the ground, causing mud and water to splash everywhere.

He glared at the white dragon horse, his pig face full of impatience: "Little white dragon, stop trying to preach to me! I was forced to embark on this journey to the West. Now that Brother Sha has been captured and Master has disappeared, and I can't even defeat that Yellow Robe Monster, what use am I here? I might as well go back to Gao Village, hug my beautiful wife, eat and drink well, and live a few comfortable days!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, two puffs of white breath coming out of his pig nose, but a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, as if even he himself was not entirely convinced by what he was saying.

Upon hearing this, the white dragon horse's eyes welled up with tears. It lowered its head and remained silent for a moment, as if suppressing its emotions.

After a long silence, it raised its head, its voice low but firm: "Bajie, do you know how many hardships on this journey to the West are ordained by Heaven? If you abandon your master now and sever the bonds between your fellow disciples, will you ever have a way back if you regret it later? Although that Yellow Robe Monster is strong, have you forgotten the Great Sage Equal to Heaven of Flower Fruit Mountain? Sun Wukong is incredibly powerful and can surely save your master and Sha Wujing. Why don't you go to Flower Fruit Mountain and ask him to come back?"

As the white dragon horse spoke, his voice became earnest, and a glimmer of expectation appeared in his eyes.

Jiang Wang was taken aback, his pig ears twitched, as if these words had awakened him to something.

He scratched the back of his head and muttered, "Brother Monkey? Humph, ever since that impudent monkey fell out with Master and returned to Flower Fruit Mountain, he's probably been enjoying his carefree life. He doesn't care about our lives anymore."

Even so, his tone softened, clearly indicating that he was wavering.

Seeing this, the White Dragon Horse pressed on, saying, "Bajie, although Sun Wukong has had disagreements with Master, he is loyal and righteous, and would never stand by and watch someone die."

How will you know the result if you don't try? Besides..."

The white dragon horse paused, its voice lowering slightly, "I've heard that the Yellow-Robed Monster kidnapped Princess Baihuaxiu of Baoxiang Kingdom. Princess Baihuaxiu and Sun Wukong had some past relationship back in Heaven. If he knew about this, he certainly wouldn't stand idly by." (End of Chapter)