Chaos Spirit Field

Ever since Guanyin Bodhisattva delivered the message, trouble quickly befell the Journey to the West team. A city that shouldn't have existed appeared along the original westward route. Zhao Shanhe was speechless. Wasn't this insulting? The demon race's intelligence was truly worrying. Could it be that they had lost their brains due to inbreeding?

Sun Wukong said, "Master, there's something strange about this Huangliang City. Should we go in?"

Zhao Shanhe had been thinking of taking a detour, but his mental map of the westward journey suddenly shifted. Huangliang City became the only way westward. It seemed that the Taoist Zhunti hadn't restrained the Tathagata Buddha. Even knowing it was a trap, he still jumped in. He said helplessly, "Wukong, we're going into the city. What's coming will come. Running away won't solve the problem. You must protect your master."

Sha Seng quickly expressed his stance: "Master, I will protect you till my death."

Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie remained silent. In their hearts, they were thinking to Sha Seng, "If you knew Master's abilities, you wouldn't say that. It's not certain who will protect whom."

As the group entered Huangliang City, Zhao Shanhe was filled with indignation. Heaven and earth were cruel, treating all things like straw dogs. Even sages were cruel, treating the common people like straw dogs. The passersby who came and went were the souls of the wronged who had died tragically. While the monsters deserved death, Tongtian Patriarch deserved it even more. He was unworthy of being a sage.

Sun Wukong said, "Master, there's something strange about this place. I feel a little sleepy."

Zhao Shanhe replied, "Wukong, you've been running around for so long, it's time to get some sleep. Look, Bajie is drooling, and Sha Seng must be having a sweet dream, laughing so loudly. Little Fourteen even fell asleep while standing, how heartless! I, the master, will have a sweet dream too."

A group of monsters stood outside Huangliang City. One monster that looked like a leopard said, "Brother Mengyan, Xuanzang and his companions have fallen asleep. Let's take this opportunity to kill them."

Nightmare replied, "Leopard Wuming, Huangliang City will attack indiscriminately. It won't be too late to attack them after they are completely immersed in their sweet dreams. I want to see what this Xuanzang is dreaming about."

In the Heavenly Palace's Lingxiao Palace, a figure sat on the chair that once belonged to the Emperor of Heaven. It was none other than Zhao Shanhe! He glanced at the kneeling immortals below, a playful smile playing on his lips. He muttered to himself, "My ambitions extend far beyond this. A mere puppet Emperor of Heaven won't do. I should be the Co-Lord of the Three Realms."

Before he finished speaking, the scene remained unchanged, but the immortals below had transformed. The Three Pure Ones, the Two Saints, and the Goddess Nuwa were all standing below. He fixed his gaze on Tongtian Patriarch and sneered, "Tongtian Patriarch, who gave you permission to stand and speak? Kneel before me and sing Conquer."

Tongtian Patriarch's face was gloomy, but he didn't dare to resist. He could only kneel down and sing "Conquer". "Just like this, I was conquered by you and forgot all the ways to retreat..."

Zhao Shanhe nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Nuwa and said with a sly smile, "Nuwa, my legs are a little sore. Why don't you come over and rub them for me? You don't have any sense at all."

Nuwa's face flushed with anger, but she still went over to give her a massage. Zhao Shanhe burst into laughter, pulled her into his arms, and groped her all over, his words full of lewd words. "My beauty, this is how you should massage me. My technique is good, isn't it? Is it comfortable..."

Nuwa, the goddess of the Wa Palace, felt that someone had lusted after her and angrily shouted, "How dare you, you thief!"

The sage's rage splattered blood five steps away. The nightmare outside Huangliang City spat out a mouthful of blood and nearly died on the spot. He hadn't expected Zhao Shanhe to be so shameless, blaspheming Nuwa in his dream and blaming him for the karma.

As Mengyao was injured, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Sha Seng and Long Shisi woke up from their dreams. They opened their eyes and found that Huangliang City had disappeared, replaced by a group of monsters staring at them.

Zhao Shanhe stretched lazily and said jokingly, "Nightmare, can't you hold on a little longer and let me finish my dream? Your service is not good enough. You must pay me for it!"

Mengyao thought that if he let you, a lewd monk, finish your dream, maybe he and Nuwa would have a child. He widened his eyes and said angrily, "Xuanzang, don't go too far. I am a disciple of the saint."

Zhao Shanhe said coldly, "A saint's disciples should be abandoned, right? You monsters have been influenced by Buddhism for tens of thousands of years, so why have you taken so many lives? Wukong, Bajie, and Sha Seng, if you let even one monster go, I reserve the right to hold you accountable. I think it would be a sin."

The three of them were shocked and immediately understood the meaning of the dream. They were also thinking about sin. The reason why the tight-fitting curse did not work was not because it was ineffective, but because Zhao Shanhe showed mercy.

Zhu Bajie shuddered uncontrollably as he recalled the agonizing experience of being tormented by the golden hoop. He didn't want to experience that horrific feeling again, so he unleashed his ultimate skill—transforming into Zhu Ganglie. A wild boar the size of a hill, he charged forward, leaving a trail of corpses in his wake. Sha Wujing followed closely behind, wielding his demon-subduing staff like a spinning windmill, a force that threatened to kill anyone who touched it. However, the most powerful of all was Sun Wukong. He unleashed his clone technique, and countless monkeys wielding golden hoop staffs appeared on the battlefield, ensuring that not a single demon could escape.

Long Shisi stood aside, watching the battle with great interest. He couldn't help but sigh, "Master, I didn't expect that fat pig to be so powerful. You really can't judge a person by his appearance!"

Zhao Shanhe smiled and replied, "Little Fourteen, you often mock and ridicule Zhu Bajie. You should be more careful in the future and stop being so sarcastic."

Long Shisi said disapprovingly, "As long as you are here, I am not afraid of him."

"What if one day I'm gone, what will you do? It's better to rely on yourself than on others. In a few days, I will refine some pills so that you won't be unable to defeat even a little demon.

"Master, you are so kind."

Zhao Shanhe said sternly, "Long Shisi, if you sound coquettish again, I will stew you."

"Master, you are reluctant to stew such a loyal little Fourteen. Moreover, you are a monk now and cannot kill."

"Although I don't kill, I can ask my disciples to do it for me, such as Zhu Bajie. I think he would be very willing to do it."

"Master, horse meat is not tasty."

"Dragon meat is delicious. I kind of miss the taste of Yinglong."

Long Shisi looked at Zhao Shanhe as if he were looking at food, and was so frightened that he quickly went to eat grass, muttering, "I'm a horse, not a dragon, and my meat is sour."