In the end, the Great Sage broke the rules.

"We can eat Tang Sanzang's flesh tonight!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Upon hearing Huang Fengguai's ear-piercing laughter, Chen Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes.

You want to eat him? That's just wishful thinking!

Sigh... I wonder if Sun Wukong managed to invite the Bodhisattva Lingji.

……

"Take my Wind-Stabilizing Pill and go subdue that monster."

Sun Wukong: "Okay!"

Upon hearing Sun Wukong's shout, the Yellow Wind Monster swaggered out of the Yellow Wind Cave, his expression as arrogant as a proud peacock: "You actually dare to come here!"

Yellow Wind Monster used his Samadhi Divine Wind, but found that the wind was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

The Yellow Wind Monster was terrified.

Sun Wukong: "Hurry up and give me back the little monk!"

Yellow Wind Monster: "This great king will not..."

Before he could finish his harsh words, he was like a dog whose spine had been removed, instantly recalled to his original form by the Bodhisattva Lingji.

"Ahhh!"

Looking at the pitiful yellow weasel on the ground, Sun Wukong sneered, "So it was just a rat hiding its head and tail."

Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel, intending to beat the stinky rat to a pulp, but unexpectedly, the rat was saved by the Bodhisattva Lingji.

Sun Wukong looked at Lingji Bodhisattva with displeasure.

Bodhisattva Lingji smiled slightly: "Wukong, please show mercy."

“This monster was originally a weasel who attained enlightenment at the foot of Mount Ling. He stole the lamp oil from the glass lamp in front of the Buddha and fled to the Yellow Wind Cave in the mortal world to become a monster. I want to take him to see the Buddha so that the Buddha can judge his crime.”

Sun Wukong's face showed a mocking expression, with a hint of disdain on his lips: "Hmph! So you're just a rat from Buddha's house."

Lingji Bodhisattva smiled and said, "Quickly return the Wind-Fixing Pill to me."

Sun Wukong stood still, without moving, and said matter-of-factly, "This Wind-Fixing Pill is yours to me."

Bodhisattva Lingji did not speak, but instead put the Wind-Stabilizing Pill back.

Lingji Bodhisattva laughed and scolded, "You monkey, you not only don't thank me, but you also covet my treasure."

"Go quickly and rescue your master."

Sun Wukong pursed his lips and said reluctantly, "Thank you."

After Lingji Bodhisattva left, Sun Wukong muttered to himself, "What a stingy person!"

……

"Ouch! Slow down, slow down!"

"I can't take it anymore, I need to rest, I'm exhausted."

After traversing mountains and valleys without finding a decent road, Chen Yi felt his body was about to fall apart from all the climbing.

He simply sat on a rock like a lump of mud, not wanting to move at all.

Pigsy wiped the large beads of sweat from his forehead and sat down weakly with his master: "Master, I'm tired too."

He was leading the horse and carrying the load, and he felt that he was the one who was most tired.

Sun Wukong: "Alright, let's rest for a while then."

After resting for a while, the three of them resumed their arduous journey.

In places where they couldn't get through, Sun Wukong carried Chen Yi on his back like a mountain.

Chen Yi: "Hehe, thank you, Great Sage, you're the best."

Sun Wukong curled his lips into a smile: "At least you still have some conscience."

Pigsy: "..."

That's outrageous! What kind of master talks to his disciple like that?

However, he has gotten used to it, from the initial shock to the later dissatisfaction, and now to his calm acceptance.

What could he do if he didn't accept it? He wanted to be disrespectful to his master, but as soon as he took action, he was beaten up by his senior brother.

The eldest brother is so domineering. He can only bully Master; he won't do it when it's his turn. He's completely unreasonable.

Pigsy: "Master, there's no road ahead."

Looking at the rushing river ahead, Chen Yi raised an eyebrow. This was the Flowing Sand River.

His last apprentice is about to emerge.

Is he going to follow the plot, or reveal his identity directly?

To save himself some trouble, Chen Yi decided to just tell Sha Wujing that he was his master.

The moment I had this thought, a familiar sharp pain shot through my head.

Chen Yi quickly muttered, "I don't want to think about it anymore! I don't want to think about it anymore! Can't I just follow the plot?!"

The stinging pain disappeared, and Chen Yi pouted in dissatisfaction.

He finally understood that he could offer some warnings about certain calamities, but some plotlines were unchangeable, and those destined to go still had to go.