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

Upon hearing this rebuttal, Huang Mei smiled slightly:

"No? You can fool others, but you can't fool me."

Your feelings for Sudhana are written all over your face. I wonder if that counts as breaking a precept?

If I were to spread this matter throughout the Western Paradise, I wonder if you would be willing to avoid suspicion?

"You're despicable." Zhi Feng couldn't listen anymore and dared not let the other party continue. He suddenly opened the stone door and walked out of the stone mansion in anger.

Worried that he would suffer a loss, the Dragon Girl followed him out.

The most unusual one was Sha Wujing. Although he set off, he did not leave the stone mansion. Instead, he stood in the porch, quietly watching the four people from both sides confront each other in the open space.

Huang Mei saw this scene and knew that the plan to sow discord had worked. Sha Wujing had already become suspicious of these two people who had come to help him on the surface.

But one spark is needed to ignite the deep-seated, insane suspicion within them, transforming it into the driving force behind their falling out.

"Huang Mei, there should be some limits to what a decent person should do."

Seeing that this guy didn't even look at him after he came out, Zhifeng angrily complained.

Huang Mei silently withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of the voice: "If I had absolutely no bottom line, would you still be standing here barking like a dog?"

Zhi Feng raised his hand and summoned the Flying Dragon Staff, saying in a low voice, "I've had enough of you! Today, it's either you or me who dies!"

Huang Mei took out a chime mallet, which transformed into a spiked club: "If you've had enough, then get lost. You think I'm annoying, but you still try to get close to me, attempting to ruin my plans as a merit. Who's more shameless, you or me?"

Zhi Feng's face was cold and stern. He threw out the Flying Dragon Staff, made a hand seal, and the staff immediately burst out with boundless Buddhist light. Under the dazzling Buddhist light, it transformed into an eight-clawed golden dragon, roaring as it rushed towards Huang Mei.

Sensing the violent power carried by the eight-clawed golden dragon soaring through the space, Huang Mei did not choose to confront it head-on. He held the spiked club in his right hand, tore off the white cloth bag with his left hand, and threw it directly above his head.

In an instant, the bag opened, and auspicious light shone from within, as if a divine array had been awakened, releasing a terrifying suction power.

The eight-clawed golden dragon was originally pouncing on Huang Mei, but when the white cloth bag appeared, it turned into walking into a trap. Zhi Feng was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew his arm, controlled the golden dragon to stay in the air, and did his best to resist the suction power.

Huang Mei's lips curled up slightly, and his body instantly transformed from calm to berserk, carrying a dazzling golden light. Like a magical artifact, he charged straight at Zhi Feng, and the speed of the spiked club in his hand was extremely fast, leaving a golden afterglow in the air before striking Zhi Feng's crown.

Zhi Feng's pupils constricted, and he swiftly summoned his twin swords, shouting, "Dragon Girl, help me!"

Sun Wukong, holding his golden cudgel, silently stood in front of the Dragon Girl: "If you dare to make a move, don't blame me for being impolite."

Sudhana took a deep breath, gripped the willow branch tightly, and swung it fiercely at Sun Wukong.

Endless emerald green divine runes appeared along the movement of the willow branches, like a dazzling rain of light, yet also woven into a net of magic.

Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel, his strength breaking all laws. Wherever the iron cudgel passed, the runes shattered and the magic net tore apart, forcing the Dragon Girl to brush the willow branch again before she could stop the attack.

In comparison, Zhifeng's situation is even worse.

He revealed his trump card from the start, intending to finish the battle quickly. However, the human-shaped bag was exceptionally powerful, capable of even absorbing the Flying Dragon Staff, which was known for its unparalleled might. Its strength was astonishing.

Without the aid of the Flying Dragon Staff, how could he possibly be a match for Huang Mei with only his twin swords?

Not to mention, after the two swords and the spiked club fought three times, he keenly sensed that this guy was much stronger than last time.

You could even say that every time I see him, he's stronger than the last time!

Is this still considered Buddhist practice speed?

The "quick fix" of demonic cultivation is probably nothing more than this, isn't it?

After thirty rounds.

Under the heavy blows of the spiked club, Zhi Feng's immortal energy surged, and he finally couldn't help but exhale a few breaths of pure air.

This pure energy is equivalent to the fresh blood in the body, and is the essence of the bamboo body. Once the essence is cleared, his newly acquired immortal bamboo body will perish directly.

"Wujing, what are you standing there for? Come out and help!" Shocked and frightened, Zhifeng couldn't help but shout.

Huang Mei silently released an invisible sword, which lay in ambush in the water, while simultaneously shouting:

"Sha Wujing, look carefully. This is a struggle between the disciples of the present and future branches of Buddhism. From what side are you entering this conflict?"

Sha Wujing: "..."

These words instantly reminded him of the detailed analysis the Barefoot Immortal had given him, and he hesitated.

Yes.

What stance should I take when entering this game?

Are they disciples of the current lineage?

Seeing that Sha Wujing had stopped because of Huang Mei's words, Zhifeng was both anxious and angry, and questioned:

"Heartbreaking, utterly heartbreaking! Sha Wujing, do you have any conscience? We came here to help you, yet you stood by and watched while we fought a bitter battle?"

Sudhana's expression changed slightly, and she realized something was wrong.

As expected, after being questioned, Sha Wujing immediately frowned and asked coldly:

"I have no conscience? Shouldn't you ask yourself why you came to help me? What does your internal strife have to do with me, an outsider?"

After saying that, he actually closed the stone door, completely severing ties with the two of them.

Sudhana's lips twitched.

Finished!

Zhi Feng was dumbfounded.

What's going on?

He originally intended to provoke Sha Wujing into helping him as soon as possible, but how did it turn into provocation and cause the relationship between the two to break down?

Seeing this, Huang Mei's lips curled up slightly, and he was in a great mood.

He was the mastermind behind the entire scheme to sow discord, and now the situation is completely under his control. It's like a farmer reaping the harvest; how could he not be happy?

"Zhifeng, Zhifeng, I've realized it now, you are my lucky charm."

Upon hearing this, Zhi Feng almost flew into a rage, desperately retorting, "You're talking nonsense! I'm not your lucky charm!"

"Walk!"

Sudhana used a willow branch to brush Sun Wukong away and quickly retreated.

Zhi Feng tried his best to control his increasingly agitated emotions, raised his hand to summon back the eight-clawed golden dragon that was constantly fighting against the human race bag, and rode the wind to land on the dragon's head.

Huang Mei's mind stirred slightly, and the invisible sword that had been lying in ambush in the water immediately pierced out, piercing Zhi Feng's heart with a hiss.

Zhi Feng was terrified, feeling his spiritual energy draining away and the shadow of death once again enveloping him.

In his terror, he hurriedly lay on top of the eight-clawed golden dragon's head and urged the dragon with all his might, instantly bursting out of the water.

Huang Mei silently summoned back the Invisible Sword, then raised his hand to put away the Human Seed Bag, and said with a smile, "Wukong, come with me."

Sun Wukong shrunk the golden cudgel and put it back in his ear, then came to his side with a smile: "Brother, you are truly a strategist."

Huang Mei's smile faltered slightly.

Because he was well-versed in the Water Margin, he always felt that the praise sounded like an insult.

After all, in "Water Margin," the character Jia Liang, nicknamed "The Wise Man," was truly a scoundrel.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Sun Wukong, however, was puzzled. Seeing his brother's unusual expression, he asked in confusion.