Journey to the West: Upon seeing the Yellow-Eyebrowed Demon, why not pay homage?

"Master, I'm back."

On the journey west, Sun Wukong rode his somersault cloud back to the mountain pass and saw Tang Sanzang sitting listlessly by the roadside. He immediately chuckled and landed on the cloud.

Sanzang let out a soft breath and chuckled dryly, "You reek of alcohol; you must have had a good meal and plenty of drinks. It's pitiful that I'm sitting here alone, all alone and helpless."

Sun Wukong hurriedly said, "I'll go and get you some wine and food right away."

"Stop! I am a monk, how can I drink alcohol? I still have some dry food in my bundle. Go and get my alms bowl and some water so I can dissolve the food and eat it," Sanzang said, waving his hand.

Sun Wukong was in a fairly good mood, so he became rather obedient. When he untied his bundle, the first thing he saw was not the alms bowl, but a bright and shiny brocade robe and a hat inlaid with gold flowers.

Looking at this outfit and then at his own tiger-skin skirt, Sun Wukong couldn't help but feel a little envious.

But just as he touched the gold-embroidered hat, he suddenly remembered his elder brother's instructions, and his heart skipped a beat. He then took out a coarse flatbread and a purple-gold alms bowl, and said with a smile, "Master, I'm going to find water."

Sanzang: "..."

How could he not be curious about that outfit?!

Before he could react, Sun Wukong somersaulted away, giving him time to rethink things.

In the blink of an eye.

Sun Wukong flew back to the mountain path with the water-bubble cake, and handed it to the monk with a smile: "Eat up, Master. This is absolutely clean spring water. I, Old Sun, have drunk quite a bit of it myself."

Sanzang took the alms bowl, and while eating and drinking, asked, "Wukong, did you see that outfit in the bag?"

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "Of course, I, Old Sun, don't have any eye problems."

Sanzang said, "That outfit is what I wore when I was a child. It doesn't fit me very well now. Do you want it? If you do, you can wear it."

Sun Wukong shook his head and said, "I don't want to!"

Sanzang: "..."

"Perhaps you find these to be my old clothes?"

"No, it's just that I have a particular fondness for tiger-skin skirts," Sun Wukong said with a smile, observing Sanzang's expression.

He realized something was wrong with the monk.

Or rather, there must be something wrong with those clothes!

"Tiger skin skirts are nice, but if you wear one in the summer, people will definitely talk about you."

"So, try on that outfit. If it doesn't fit, you can get a new one later," Sanzang earnestly advised.

Sun Wukong pursed his lips, turned around and went to the bundle, took out his clothes and hat, and kept feeling around in his hands.

Sanzang immediately tensed up and urged, "Put it on or not, what are you groping around for?"

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "Master, you seem very nervous?"

"No, why would I be nervous?" Sanzang retorted.

"You seem to really want me to wear this outfit," Sun Wukong said.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Sanzang feigned composure, frowning as he said, "If you don't like it, put the clothes back."

Sun Wukong shook his head, then suddenly blew a breath of magic towards the clothes and hat, which flew straight to Sanzang and instantly put on him.

In an instant, the gold-embroidered hat shone brightly, its inner band tightly gripping the monk's bald head.

Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow, snatched off the flowery hat, looked at the gold thread on the monk's bald head, and asked with a half-smile, "Master, what is this?"

Sanzang's cheeks turned pale and then red, so ashamed that he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Seeing his appearance, Sun Wukong immediately sneered and threw the flower hat into his arms: "Holy Monk... Ha!"

At the same time.

Huang Mei rode on a cloud, carrying Bai Susu, soaring in the blue sky, but frequently looked back.

Curious, Su Su asked, "Your Majesty, what are you looking at?"

Huang Mei narrowed his eyes and said telepathically, "I suddenly feel like someone is spying on us."

Su Su looked around and said, "There's nobody here, not even a cloud."

Huang Mei said, "Yes, maybe I'm just imagining things..."

Not long after.

The master and servant rode on the clouds to the top of a giant mountain with countless ravines and cliffs vying for beauty. They found the mountain serene and quiet, with no insects chirping, no birds singing, and even beasts having to tiptoe to move forward.

"Such a strong demonic aura!" Bai Susu sniffed and said softly.

Huang Mei nodded silently, channeled his magic power, and looked up.

Inside the cave behind the mountain, a dark-skinned man and a Taoist priest sat facing each other, talking about setting up a cauldron and furnace, meditating and refining elixirs, which did not seem like the behavior of demons or evil spirits at all.

"After the rain, the green walls are moist; when the wind blows, the pines sway and the emerald screen unfolds. What a blessed land!"

After a moment's thought, he rode a cloud and carried Bai Susu down to the back mountain, exclaiming with amazement.

Inside the cave.

The two demons, who had been talking loudly, fell silent at the same time. Then, the wolf demon who looked like a Taoist priest laughed and said, "Your Majesty, someone has taken a fancy to your Taoist temple."

The burly man sneered, stood up, and said, "Fellow Daoist, come with me outside and see who is so blind."

The wolf spirit readily agreed and walked out of the cave with the black-clad man. The first thing they saw was a stunningly beautiful woman, and then they could see no one else.

Compared to him, who was indulging in lust, the burly man behaved much better, his gaze constantly shifting between the two uninvited guests, and he said indifferently:

"I am the Black Wind King of Black Wind Mountain! Who are you two mere cultivators, daring to trespass into my back mountain without permission?"

Huang Mei said, "We are cultivators from Mount Shu. My name is Xu Changqing, and she is my junior sister, Zixuan."

"Shushan? Never even heard of it. It must be some nobody." The burly man said with disdain.

"I've never heard of your name, Black Wind King. Does that mean you're just a nobody?" Huang Mei retorted immediately.

In order to defeat the Black Wind Monster with minimal cost and in the easiest way, he had to play the role of a reckless and ignorant fool, so he naturally couldn't back down verbally.

The Black Wind Monster flew into a rage, raising his hand to summon a black-tasseled spear: "Insolence! If you can't give me a satisfactory explanation today, I'll make sure neither of you leaves Black Wind Mountain alive."

A glint of light flashed in the wolf spirit's eyes, and he laughed, "Your Majesty, could you lend me this fairy later? I'm in dire need of a cauldron to use..."

The Black Wind Monster glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "Fellow Daoist, their crimes do not warrant such punishment."

Although he was furious at the two for trespassing on the mountain without permission and for their inappropriate behavior, he was unwilling to do something that would disregard human life.

In other words, as long as these two men backed down and paid some money, he could back down and let these two hotheads go.

The wolf spirit was greatly disappointed, but then its eyes darted around, and it came up with a plan. It turned to the two of them and said:

"Did you hear that? Our Black Wind King is magnanimous and benevolent. As long as you two kneel down and beg for mercy immediately, and offer up all your treasures, this matter will be over."

Huang Mei immediately realized that this scoundrel was trying to deepen the conflict between himself and the Black Bear Spirit, hoping to provoke the Black Bear into a rage and start a war.

"Who do you think you are? You dare to speak with the Black Wind King?"

The wolf spirit's face darkened, and he said in a cold voice, "Your Majesty, this little beast's mouth is too venomous. How about I tear his stinking mouth apart first?"