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

"Your Majesty, I've finally found you!"

Marshal Ma kept Huang Mei's instructions firmly in mind, and burst into tears the moment he saw his king.

Sun Wukong's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "Why are you crying? Has something happened at Flower Fruit Mountain?"

Marshal Ma wiped away his tears and said, "Your Majesty, in the past two years, a group of hunters suddenly appeared on Flower Fruit Mountain. They are armed with guns and bows and specifically hunt our monkey clan. Those they kill are eaten as meat, and those they capture are tamed as playthings. If this continues, I'm afraid the monkey troop on Flower Fruit Mountain will be wiped out."

Sun Wukong's face immediately filled with rage: "Which hunter is so audacious as to dare to hunt and kill my monkey grandson?"

"Huaguo Mountain is bordered by the sea on one side and Aolai Kingdom on the other, so it can only be inhabited by hunters from Aolai Kingdom," Marshal Ma replied.

"Proud to come to the country!"

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, then suddenly turned around and stared at Sanzang: "Master, I need to ask you for leave."

Sensing the overwhelming murderous aura emanating from him, and thinking of the tragic state of the monkeys, Sanzang truly couldn't refuse, but still couldn't help but persuade him:

"There must be a reason for everything. If it were for money, those hunters wouldn't just be hunting monkeys. Wukong, I hope you can investigate the cause and effect clearly, and it would be best if you could turn hostility into friendship..."

"Okay, okay."

Sun Wukong, too lazy to listen, disliked such rambling nonsense. With a thought, a golden cloud instantly gathered beneath his feet: "Marshal Ma, come aboard quickly, I'll take you back to Flower Fruit Mountain!"

Tang Sanzang: "..."

Marshal Ma quickly leaped onto a cloud, exclaiming joyfully, "Great! Great! My monkey clan is saved!"

"Bajie, Wujing, take good care of Master. I'm off!" Sun Wukong said as a final instruction, then soared into the night sky on a cloud and vanished from everyone's sight in an instant.

"Amitabha." Seeing this, Sanzang could only put his hands together and softly chant the Buddha's name.

"Master, stop being so Buddhist, go to sleep, we still have to travel tomorrow morning." Pigsy yawned, turned around and went back to his room without saying anything more.

Half an hour later.

As the three masters and disciples gradually fell asleep, the female shopkeeper suddenly appeared in the corridor with a stick of incense in her hand. Through the crack in the door, she slipped three sticks into each of their rooms and then quietly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Time flies.

The night ends and the day dawns.

The three masters and disciples were suddenly awakened from their sleep by a noisy commotion.

They all pushed open the door and looked out, only to find the courtyard filled with demons in the morning light. Two burly figures with beast-like faces and human bodies were sitting on wooden chairs, constantly sharpening two steel knives.

Upon opening their eyes and seeing this scene, the three masters and disciples were immediately terrified, their hair standing on end.

What terrified them even more was that, just as they were about to run out to find each other, they suddenly realized that they were now weak and frail, struggling to even walk, let alone do anything else...

Fortunately, he can still walk.

Therefore, the three of them quickly gathered in Sanzang's room, looked out the window at the courtyard, and could faintly hear words like "Tang Sanzang's flesh".

"Oh no, oh no, they're definitely coming for us."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw several little demons setting up a pot, and Pigsy said, trembling.

"Could it be that Marshal Ma is an imposter, and his purpose is to lure our senior brother away?" Sha Wujing asked.

"Marshal Ma might not be a fake, but the demons right now are definitely real," Pigsy said. "Master, please think of something!"

Sanzang said, "Even a clever woman can't cook without rice. Since things have come to this, what can I do?"

"But you two, both of you being at the level of immortals and gods, don't you have any special skills?"

Bajie said with a wry smile, "Even if we had the means, we would still need to be able to use our magic. We don't know what kind of ambush we suffered, but we don't even have the strength to use our magic."

In a moment of inspiration, Sha Wujing suddenly said, "Master, I remember now. Didn't the Yellow-Eyebrowed King pass on a secret formula to you back in Wuzhuang Temple?"

Now that our senior brother is away, and the three of us have been ambushed, our only hope is to recite the incantation and ask him to appear and save us.

Sanzang's lips twitched, and he said, "I am a descendant of the Buddhas of this world..."

"Master, you're about to die, what do you care about the present Buddha and the future Buddha?" Pigsy interrupted.

Sanzang shook his head repeatedly: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, perhaps Wukong will appear in time?"

Pigsy was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and hurriedly said, "Master, think it over. Whether it's Yellow Eyebrows or Senior Brother, it will take time for them to get here. If we wait any longer, the three of us might end up in the pot."

Sanzang still shook his head.

He will not give up his convictions until the very last moment.

"Knock knock knock".

Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks reached the ears of the three.

"Who, who is it?" Sanzang asked, feigning composure.

Outside the door, the female innkeeper smiled and said, "Three monks, breakfast is ready. Please come out and eat so you can continue your journey."

The three people: "..."

Which road to take?

Go to the Western Paradise or ascend to the Western Paradise?

"We're not hungry, we'll eat later," Sanzang replied after a moment of silence.

"Everything is ready, it'll get cold soon," the female shopkeeper said.

"It wasn't us who asked you to prepare this," Pigsy shouted. "Go away, go away! If you're not hungry, you're not hungry. Don't bother us."

"Bang!"

The female innkeeper slammed the door open and said in a low voice, "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to drink the penalty cup. Men, carry these three monks away and prepare to wash and butcher them."

"Yes." As soon as the words were spoken, the monsters that had been lying in ambush at both ends of the corridor rushed into the room and quickly carried the three limp people into the courtyard.

"Who exactly are you, you monster? Do you even know who my senior brother is? Do you even know who I am?"

Seeing that two ugly demons were about to strip him of his clothes, Pigsy suddenly called out to the female shopkeeper not far away.

The female shopkeeper smiled slightly: "I will not change my name or surname, my name is Lin Jingjing; however, besides being the shopkeeper, I have another identity."

Sha Wujing asked, "What is your identity?"

"The Lord of White Tiger Ridge, Lady White Bone!"

Suddenly, a skull appeared on the female shopkeeper's face, startling the three of them.

Meanwhile, the six lesser demons impatiently helped the three men undress. When they were left with only their undergarments, the two demons, Pigsy and Sandy, cried out in unison, "Master!"

The female shopkeeper sneered: "Call me master? Calling me grandpa won't help either."

You six, hurry up! Can't you see the water's already boiling?

To prevent any unforeseen complications, we must eat those three as soon as possible!

Sanzang trembled with fear, his body going numb. Finally, he closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and shouted:

"Buddha of the East above, your disciple Sanzang humbly beseeches you, Yellow Eyebrows, Yellow Eyebrows, please quickly manifest your power."

As soon as the words were spoken, the three of them were stripped of their last layer of clothing and carried toward the iron pot.

Looking at the large pot of boiling water, Pigsy felt a chill and couldn't help but complain:

"Master, Master, telling you to recite earlier, telling you to recite earlier, it's like I'm harming you."

Now look what happened, I'm tough as nails, I can't be scalded through in a short time.

"But you're different; you're likely to get burned beyond recognition in a bit."

These words caused Sanzang's expression to change drastically, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Yellow Eyebrows, oh Yellow Eyebrows.

You must get here quickly...