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

"It's nothing, let's get down to business."

Huang Mei shook his head, then knocked on the door and said, "Sha Wujing, the internal strife between the two Buddhist sects has temporarily ended. The pilgrims are waiting for you on the riverbank. Why don't you hurry over and pay your respects?"

Behind the stone gate, in the center of the small room.

Sha Wujing exhaled a breath of stale air and opened the door to reveal himself: "I have a question."

"Go ahead and ask," Huang Mei said calmly.

"The Barefoot Immortal, you must have invited him, right?" Sha Wujing said earnestly.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but chuckle.

Seeing the smug expression on the monkey's face, a sudden thought flashed through Sha Wujing's mind: "Could it be that the Barefoot Immortal I saw was you in disguise?"

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "Indeed!"

Sha Wujing was instinctively annoyed, but before he could explode, Huang Mei spoke first:

"The person is fake, but the words are true."

Sha Wujing's angry expression faltered slightly, and then his anger seemed to have been punctured, instantly dissipating completely.

"Remember those words, and you'll benefit immensely," Huang Mei added immediately.

Sha Wujing sighed, then leaped into the air: "Things have come to this, there's nothing more to say. I'll go see my master now..."

Huang Mei turned to look at Sun Wukong, they smiled at each other, and silently followed without saying anything more.

Not long after.

Sha Wujing arrived at the riverbank with a whirlwind of demonic energy. Pigsy instinctively raised his nine-toothed rake, and Sanzang instinctively retreated behind Bai Susu.

"Bajie, he's one of us now," Sun Wukong said with a smile as he emerged from the water.

Pigsy blinked: "One of us?"

"He is just like us, a protector on the journey to the West, guided by Guanyin Bodhisattva, waiting for the pilgrims," ​​Sun Wukong explained succinctly.

Pigsy silently put away his nine-toothed rake, glared at Sandy and said, "Since you are the protector of the journey to the West, why didn't you convert earlier? You've caused a whole series of troubles."

Huang Mei smiled and said, "Every drink and every bite is preordained; this is not the fault of man."

Seeing that he was protecting the river demon, Pigsy could no longer criticize him.

However, Tang Sanzang, hiding behind Bai Susu, silently thought to himself:

"Another bunch of scoundrels from a lowly, stinking place. Buddha, where are my trusted confidants?"

"Tap tap tap..."

Suddenly, a loud sound of horses' hooves approached from afar, echoing in everyone's ears.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a white horse galloping towards them in the afterglow of the setting sun, coming straight to Sanzang.

Sanzang couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Yes, only this white horse has not been corrupted by Huang Mei!"

Thinking of this, he affectionately rubbed the horse's head, silently regarding it as his only confidant.

"Master, I have offended you in the past, please forgive me."

At this moment, Sha Wujing strode up to Sanzang and knelt down on both knees.

The saying "hate the house because of the crow" applies here, because of Huang Mei. Sanzang had a prejudice against him, so he asked, "Are you truly sincere in your conversion?"

Sha Wujing said, "I have received the teachings of the Bodhisattva, who gave me the surname Sha and the Dharma name Sha Wujing. How could I possibly refuse?"

When he brought up Guanyin Bodhisattva, Sanzang was speechless and looked at him with even more displeasure.

Especially his messy, flame-like hair was particularly eye-catching.

Therefore, he turned around, took a razor from the white horse's pack, and said in a deep voice, "Now that you have entered my sect, you should be ordained."

Sha Wujing bowed his head and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Master."

Sanzang, holding a razor, carefully shaved off his full head of red hair. Seeing that he finally looked like a monk, he felt much better.

"I'll give you another nickname, Sha Wujing, also known as Sha Monk, what do you think?"

Sha Wujing said, "Thank you, Master, for bestowing upon me this name."

Seeing that he was even more submissive than Pigsy, Sanzang finally smiled and looked up at Yellow Eyebrows: "Shouldn't we cross the river now?"

Huang Mei laughed and said, "Wu Jing, tie those nine skulls together in a nine-square grid and put them in the water."

Sha Wujing not only listened to Sanzang, but also to Huang Mei. He raised his hand and removed the skull from his neck, doing as instructed.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Mei summoned a golden alms bowl with a flick of his hand, transforming it to the appropriate size and precisely placing it within the nine palaces, before boarding the magic boat first.

"Please board the boat, everyone. I will ferry you across this quicksand river."

Sanzang then led the white horse and, with the support of Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing, boarded the Dharma boat, with Bai Susu following closely behind.

Using the skull as a support, Huang Mei maneuvered the Golden Bowl Dharma Boat swiftly like an arrow, cutting across the misty waves and crossing the Eight Hundred Li Flowing Sand River cleanly and efficiently, delivering the master and his disciples to the other side.

Just then, the skull suddenly transformed into nine gusts of yin wind, about to flee from this place.

Huang Mei had anticipated this, and immediately opened the human-shaped bag he had prepared beforehand, taking in all nine streams of yin wind.

"What is this?" Sha Wujing asked in astonishment.

"This thing is extremely strange. May I borrow it to investigate?" Huang Mei said.

Sha Wujing said, "What are you talking about lending or not lending? If you hadn't stopped it just now, this thing would have flown away long ago."

In that case, this item seems to be destined for you, so I'm giving it to you as a gift.

Huang Mei smiled and said, "Thank you, I appreciate your kindness."

"You flatter me," Sha Wujing said.

Huang Mei said no more, waving his hand and saying, "Gentlemen, the journey is long and arduous, and we will eventually part ways. I won't see you off any further."

Sanzang said, "Until we meet again..."

[Ding! Congratulations on helping the pilgrims cross the Flowing Sand River. You have gained 30000 merit points. Your current merit balance is 33000 points.]

In the blink of an eye, after the four of them and the white horse headed west, a line of system characters suddenly appeared in front of Huang Mei's eyes, causing the corners of his mouth to involuntarily curl into a smile.

Great, another fruitful day.

If this trend continues, after the eighty-one tribulations are over, I might be able to stand up to Buddha.

Since you see the yellow eyebrows, why don't you bow down?

Tsk.

What a wonderful vision...

Everything in the world has two sides, yin and yang; for every person who is happy, there is someone who is worried.

Above the clouds, watching as Sanzang and the others headed west along the main road, Zhifeng couldn't help but sigh softly, "We've lost again!"

The Dragon Girl comforted him, saying, "At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Liu Bei suffered repeated defeats, but he fought on despite them, and eventually managed to divide the world into three. Losing is not terrible; what is terrible is being afraid of losing."

Zhi Feng took a deep breath and said, "Next time, no matter what, we must win!"

Sudhana nodded slightly: "Let's go and report to the Bodhisattva about what happened during this ordeal..."

at that time.

Huang Mei had already ridden the clouds and mist, carrying Su Su back to Xiaoxitian Mountain, and went straight into Xiaoleiyin Temple to digest the gains of this trip.

As is customary, he still reserved three thousand merits for future use.

He then transformed all 30,000 merits he had gained into miraculous elixirs, frantically boosting his magical power and increasing his cultivation level.

Before he knew it, he had naturally advanced his cultivation to the Great Perfection of the Ninth Realm, saving him at least five hundred years of arduous cultivation.

Meanwhile, his specific performance during the Liusha River ordeal quickly came to the attention of the relevant parties.

The first relevant party is Guanyin Bodhisattva in the Purple Bamboo Grove of the South China Sea...