Journey to the West: Black Six Ears

"My son, what treasure do you want?"

The golden-winged roc sat in a chair, speaking calmly and unhurriedly.

Silver Horn knelt on the ground and respectfully addressed the Golden-Winged Roc:

"Mother, I originally wanted to capture Tang Sanzang for you, but I didn't expect that Sun Wukong was so powerful. I was caught off guard and was captured by that monkey, although I almost caught him too."

Now I've shamelessly returned, only to ask my mother for two more treasures. With two treasures on my person, I'm sure I can capture that Monkey King and bring Tang Sanzang back for my mother."

Despite all that, Silver Horn was still unconvinced.

He didn't know how Sun Wukong knew the secret of the magic weapon.

However, it's mostly because this guy is timid and doesn't dare to respond.

Since that's the case, then secretly point the jade bottle at Sun Wukong.

Given the right timing, wouldn't it be easy to capture even a mere Sun Wukong?

If all else fails, then he'll use the Golden Rope to tie up Sun Wukong first, then put him inside, and finally melt him down. He's thought of the whole process.

All we lack right now is the magic weapon, and that will be enough to accomplish it.

"You want the jade vase and the gold-plated rope, right?"

The reason why the Golden-Winged Roc lent out the Purple-Gold Red Gourd was because it had a similar effect to the Mutton Fat Jade Golden Bottle.

Lending them out isn't a big problem, but you absolutely cannot lend out two.

Not to mention that one of them is the Golden Rope, which can even trap gods.

Looking at Silver Horn, a hint of ferocity flashed in the Golden-Winged Roc's eyes.

But soon, that menacing look disappeared.

He is too weak right now. Forcibly taking over the body of the Nine-Tailed Fox took almost all of his strength. If he wants to take over Silver Horn's body again, he will need to recover about 40% to 50% of his strength.

If it recovers slowly, it will take at least ten years.

After such a long time, the daylily buds will have gone cold.

So the Golden-Winged Roc had another solution.

"My son, I can see you're lying."

Having fought Sun Wukong, the Golden-Winged Roc knew very well what level that guy was.

With Silver Horn's mediocre skills, it would be as if he were divinely aided to fight for thirty rounds.

Giving him the magic weapon is no different from delivering a package.

The Golden-Winged Roc rolled its eyes and said to Silver Horn.

Upon hearing this, Silver Horn immediately fell silent.

He raised his head, looked at the old lady, and slowly sighed:

"My mother is right, I am no match for that monkey."

Sun Wukong is truly formidable; if it came down to a fight, he would be no match for the monkey.

But the existence of the magic weapon made him feel even more confident.

"Since we are no match for him, we need to find a way to make ourselves stronger, or at least make our opponents weaker."

The Golden-Winged Roc didn't say whether it would lend the treasure or not; instead, it tried to persuade Silver Horn.

After hearing this, Silver Horn had other ideas in his mind.

He was still a child at heart and was very dissatisfied with Sun Wukong. Although magic weapons could defeat Sun Wukong, Silver Horn wanted to get rid of Sun Wukong with his own hands.

So he asked urgently:

"Mother, what should I do?"

The Golden-Winged Roc gave a mysterious smile:

"My son, the fastest way to increase your strength is to eat. Eat enough people and you will increase your power."

"what!"

Upon hearing this, Silver Horn was greatly alarmed.

To increase one's strength, one must actually eat a large number of people?

That's not too difficult. Although Silver Horn doesn't eat people much, it's not that it can't eat people.

"There's another way: devour demons, gods, or immortals stronger than you. Have you heard about what happened to Buddhism recently?"

The words of the Golden-Winged Roc caused Silver Horn's expression to change drastically.

However, he quickly regained his composure and slowly asked:

"Buddhism? What's been happening to Buddhism lately?"

The Golden Horn and Silver Horn have been in this lower realm for some time, and besides, they have no connection with Buddhism.

So they knew nothing about what happened above.

The Golden-Winged Roc guessed that they knew nothing, so it continued:

"Some time ago, two Bodhisattvas from the Buddhist sect were killed and eaten by their mounts. Those two monsters were called the Green Lion and the White Elephant. They were the ones who attacked the pilgrims."

"Mother means that the secret of immortality came from the mouth of the blue lion and white elephant?"

Silver Horn was greatly alarmed.

He finally understood what was going on.

The immortality of the pilgrims on their pilgrimage is probably true.

"But I can't possibly go and eat any kind of Bodhisattva."

Silver Horn gave a bitter laugh.

He was a follower of Laozi, which is far removed from being a Bodhisattva or anything like that.

Moreover, he doesn't seem to have the ability to eat Bodhisattvas.

"Of course you can't eat any bodhisattvas, but the little demons all over the mountains and plains, and Golden Horn, can provide you with power, and even me."

Upon hearing what the Golden-Winged Roc said, a look of terror slowly appeared on Silver Horn's face.

That statement is absolutely terrifying.

This is to make him, Silver Horn, devour all the demons in Pingdingshan.

"This is just too..."

"Unbelievable, isn't it?"

The golden-winged roc laughed heartily.

He needs Silver Horn to do something that can influence the pilgrims on their journey to the West.

"If you want to become stronger, then give it a try. Come back to me once you've decided what to do."

Silver Horn was vaguely transported out of the cave by the Golden-Winged Roc.

He stood in front of the golden horn, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Golden Horn stepped forward and patted Silver Horn on the shoulder.

Only then did Silver Horn seem to awaken from his daze, looking at Gold Horn and slowly shaking his head:

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

"Since you're tired, go and rest."

Golden Horn nodded and told Silver Horn to go and rest.

He picked up his wine glass, looking thoughtful.

The Golden-Winged Roc inside the room wore a terrifying smile.

He slowly reached out and placed his palm on the two monsters.

"Grandma, is there something you need?"

The two demons still didn't know what was going on.

The next moment, the old lady sitting in the chair revealed a creepy smile.

I'm a little hungry.

"Grandma is hungry? Then we'll go find you something to eat."

The two demons stood there dumbfounded, not understanding why the old lady wouldn't let go, when they heard the old lady speak:

"No need, there's food right here."

Food? Where is it?

Just as the two demons were about to turn around to look, they suddenly let out a scream.

It felt like something inside my body was slowly leaving my arm and being drawn in by the old lady.

Soon, they realized what it was.

"Grandma, have mercy!"

The two demons shouted, and their once fleshy bodies, as if drained of blood, withered and shriveled, eventually becoming two dried corpses.

During this extremely painful time, apart from the first shout, the two demons could not make a sound afterward, as if an invisible hand was gripping their throats.

After absorbing the two demons, the Golden-Winged Roc's complexion changed slightly, regaining some color.

"Not enough, far from enough."

These little monsters are not enough to fill what he lacks.

But it doesn't matter, there are hundreds of small monsters in the entire Pingdingshan area, and above them are Golden Horn and Silver Horn.

With these guys around, he'll soon be able to recover to 60-70% of his peak.

This strength is insufficient. Under normal circumstances, a Golden-Winged Roc with only this level of strength would never appear before the pilgrims.

But the magic weapon they got their hands on this time was just too powerful.

The Golden-Winged Roc never imagined it would lose to a magic weapon of this caliber.

Let alone 60% or 70% of their strength, even 20% or 30% would be more than enough in the face of such a magical treasure.

Moreover, the Golden-Winged Roc has no intention of hiding any longer.

He decided to use one night's events to devour all the demons on Pingdingshan Mountain.

This was a very simple thing for him.

"Pingdingshan is truly a wonderful place."

Meanwhile, Sun Qiong sat on a tree, looking down at the ruins of Yalong Cave, and uttered the same sentiment.

At this moment, what he was tossing in his hand was the purple-gold gourd.

Time was running out. Sun Qiong looked up at the approaching dusk and delivered her verdict:

"Tonight, we'll storm Lotus Cave; the Golden-Winged Roc must be there."