Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Chapter 128 Using a borrowed knife to kill

"Father has probably been deceived by that monster! Although the Taoist priest has some magic, in this Moon Cave—"

She assumed that Yun Zhongzi had been hired for a high price and had no idea what a terrifying existence she was facing.

Yun Zhongzi put down his water cup, his expression calm: "I know everything the princess has said."

He truthfully recounted what had happened in the court during this period.

Baihuaxiu listened with a fluctuating expression.

Upon hearing that the Tang Dynasty monk had been transformed into a fierce tiger, her eyes dimmed completely. But then, upon hearing that her father had not been deceived by the handsome man in the yellow robe, her gaze towards Yun Zhongzi was filled with gratitude.

Upon learning that Yun Zhongzi had come prepared and specifically to rescue her from her predicament, Baihuaxiu was greatly encouraged.

Yun Zhongzi met her gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Princess, do not be discouraged. The monk turning into a tiger is not a dead end. Although the Yellow Robe Monster is strong, he is not without weaknesses."

He stood up, took two steps around the stone table, and smiled confidently.

"If the princess follows my instructions, she will surely escape this hellhole and be reunited with her father."

Baihua Xiu listened quietly to Yun Zhongzi's plan, but a look of surprise and doubt appeared on her face. She couldn't help but ask, "What does the Daoist Master intend to do with the inner core?"

Yun Zhongzi, having anticipated this, calmly replied, "Princess, you may not know this, but your father, the King of Baoxiang Kingdom, has long been suffering from illness due to accumulated resentment. His health is failing, and his lifespan is nearing its end. This relic, the exquisite inner core, was transformed from the essence of the sun and moon absorbed by a demon immortal. It contains immense vitality. I have obtained this inner core and can refine it into a batch of longevity elixirs for your father. Not only will it cure his illness, but it will also prolong his life. Princess, by using this elixir to save your father, you can fulfill your filial duty that you have not been able to fulfill for the past thirteen years."

When Baihua Xiu heard that her father was seriously ill, her eyes reddened slightly, but she had no doubts.

She took a deep breath and nodded solemnly, saying, "This humble woman will leave everything to the Daoist Master and will definitely trick him into giving her the inner elixir."

After agreeing on a plan, Baihuaxiu's expression relaxed slightly. Then, she frowned slightly, as if she had suddenly remembered something.

"Daoist Master, there is one more thing, but I don't know if I should say it." Baihua Xiu looked on with a look of recollection. "A few days ago, an uninvited guest came to our cave."

Yun Zhongzi remained expressionless: "Who goes there?"

"A strange man in a cassock," Baihua replied shyly. "He claimed to be the Wind Patrol Envoy under the Bodhisattva Lingji, named Yinfeng. He barged straight into the cave. When the Yellow-Robed Monster saw him, he was not angry. Instead, he dismissed all the lesser demons and welcomed him into the secret chamber."

Yun Zhongzi's eyelids twitched suddenly, but he maintained his composure as a master, simply keeping his hands tucked into his sleeves.

Unaware of anything amiss, Baihuaxiu continued, "I don't know what they discussed in the secret chamber. Since that private conversation, Yinfeng has left, and we haven't seen him in the cave recently. Daoist, Yinfeng's origins are unknown. Could he be causing trouble for our plans?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Zhongzi was startled.

Hundreds of miles away, in the capital of Baoxiang Kingdom.

Inside a secluded inn.

Fan Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

"The Wind Patrol Envoy is not dead!"

Fan Yuan's heart suddenly raced, his blood surged, and even the spiritual energy within his body became slightly disordered.

The brain is working at lightning speed at this moment.

"No, that Wind Patrol Envoy clearly died at the eye of the Flowing Sand River!"

"If he's dead, why is he back in the Wave Moon Cave?"

A chilling thought surfaced in his mind.

"An avatar!"

Fan Yuan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Being able to cultivate an external avatar, the true form of this Wind Patrol Envoy, Silver Wind, is at least an Earth Immortal, and very likely even a Celestial Immortal!"

Fan Yuan gritted his teeth, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

He was only at the Refining Spirit stage, and in front of Earth Immortals and Heaven Immortals, he was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at will.

Even if the opponent only blew a single breath, my cultivation at the Refining Spirit stage would definitely not be able to withstand it.

To make matters worse, the incarnation of the Wind Patrol Envoy had seen his true face!

"The true form must never show itself again!"

Fan Yuan made a decision instantly.

"But why would he go to the Wave Moon Cave to find the Yellow-Robed Monster?"

Fan Yuan frowned.

"Bodhisattva Lingji is a great power in Buddhism. The great calamity of the Journey to the West is the great trend of the Heavenly Way and the opportunity for the great prosperity of Buddhism. Beings of the level of Bodhisattva Lingji have too much karma involved. Perhaps due to some kind of restriction of the Heavenly Way or some other reason, their true form cannot be present and cannot directly intervene in the calamity of the journey to the West."

"Therefore, he could only send his messenger, the Wind Inspector, to investigate in secret."

Fan Yuan secretly speculated, while a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart.

He currently has no way to fight against a Buddhist envoy at the level of a terrestrial immortal or even a celestial immortal; the difference in strength between the two sides is like heaven and earth.

Putting aside Bodhisattva Lingji for the moment, the most pressing issue is that the existence of this Wind Inspector is very likely to hinder my plan to obtain the exquisite inner core of the Relic.

We must find a way to get rid of this wind patrolman!

A direct confrontation is suicidal; the only option is to use someone else to do the dirty work.

A map of the Journey to the West flashed quickly through Fan Yuan's mind.

After Baoxiang Kingdom, where will Tang Sanzang and his disciples go next?

Pingdingshan, Lotus Cave!

Fan Yuan's eyes lit up. The two demon kings of Lotus Cave in Pingdingshan were King Golden Horn and King Silver Horn.

These are no ordinary demons from the lower realms; they are the attendants who tend the furnace in Laozi's Tushita Palace!

The two boys descended to the mortal realm carrying five treasures of Laozi: the Purple-Gold Red Gourd, the Jade Pure Bottle, the Golden Rope, the Seven-Star Sword, and the Banana Leaf Fan.

Any one of these items could be enough to suppress a region.

"So what if he's a messenger of Bodhisattva Lingji? So what if he's an earth immortal or a celestial immortal?"

Fan Yuan quickly calmed down. He had a way that might perfectly resolve this situation with the Wind Patrol Envoy.

Immediately, with a thought, he sank his consciousness into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, and the demon figure in the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror], which had been used as a reserve of spiritual power, slowly opened its eyes.

Baoxiang Kingdom, post station.

As night deepened, inside the stable, the white dragon horse broke free of its reins and transformed into a scholar in white robes.

He had already heard about today's events from the postmaster: Tang Sanzang had been transformed into a striped tiger by the old demon in yellow robes and locked in an iron cage; Sha Wujing had been captured alive; and Zhu Bajie was missing.

The pilgrimage team existed in name only.

"The eldest brother has been driven away, the second brother has escaped, and the third brother has been captured." The White Dragon clenched his fists. "If I don't take action now, Master will be finished."

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He was originally the third prince of the West Sea Dragon King, possessing the bloodline of a true dragon. Even though he was transformed into a leg, the pride of the dragon race remained.

With a leap, he soared into the night sky, looking down at the mortal realm below. The Silver Peace Palace was brightly lit, and amidst the clinking of glasses, a demon could be vaguely seen sitting and drinking.

The little white dragon's mind raced. He didn't know where his master was and had instead run into this monster. Oh well, he might as well play a trick on him. If he succeeded, he could capture the monster and then find his master later.