In the end, the Great Sage broke the rules.

Looking at the gloomy, gray sky, Pigsy frowned and said, "Oh dear, why did the sky suddenly darken? It looks like it's going to rain."

As he spoke, he anxiously tugged at Chen Yi's sleeve and cried out, "Master! Master! Hurry up and get the umbrella! It looks like it's going to rain!"

Chen Yi looked up at the thick, inky black clouds above his head, then turned to look at the still bright sunshine not far away, a helpless, bitter smile appearing on his face.

He sighed and said, "Bajie, look again carefully! It's not that it's going to rain; it's clearly a monster coming!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and whispered to Sun Wukong, "Great Sage, if we are captured by that Yellow-Eyebrowed King this time, remember to ask Maitreya Buddha for help! This Yellow-Eyebrowed King is his attendant!"

Sun Wukong frowned: "I won't let you get captured by monsters."

Chen Yi sighed and said, "Great Sage, if it were a one-on-one fight, those monsters would naturally be your defeated opponents, but the problem is that those monsters have magical treasures, so it is indeed difficult for you to defeat them."

Just then, a furious shout suddenly came from the sky: "Tang Sanzang! I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Upon hearing the sound, Chen looked over and saw a figure with yellow hair and yellow eyebrows slowly descending from the clouds.

He darted behind Sun Wukong, then cautiously peeked out half his head and shouted, "I didn't ask you to look for me!"

Standing in the air was none other than the Yellow-Eyebrowed Ancestor. He snorted coldly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he shouted, "Hmph! Arrest them all!"

As soon as he gave the order, a group of menacing monsters surged towards the four travelers like a tidal wave.

As the little monsters approached menacingly, Chen Yi's heart was in his throat. He clenched his fists tightly and stared intently ahead.

Sun Wukong showed no fear, wielding his golden cudgel like the wind, and beating the little monsters who rushed at him to a pulp.

In an instant, shouts of killing and screams rose and fell, and the scene was chaotic.

However, Chen Yi did not let his guard down because of the current situation; he kept a close eye on Huang Mei Lao Zu's every move.

When he saw the Yellow-Eyebrowed Ancestor throwing his magic weapon into the air, a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart, and he hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Great Sage! Get out of the way!"

Upon hearing Chen Yi's shout, Sun Wukong abruptly looked up at the sky.

A huge golden cymbal, as large as a small mountain, came crashing down on him.

In the blink of an eye, Sun Wukong dodged the fatal blow.

However, something unexpected happened—the golden gong seemed to possess a spirit, and it kept growing larger in the air, becoming as large as a house in the blink of an eye, eventually completely enveloping Sun Wukong.

Chen Yi: ...This is it, we're doomed!

He was truly exasperated; these monsters were impossible to hide from or run from!

Without Sun Wukong, a powerful fighting force, how could the remaining three disciples possibly fight back?

Before long, they were captured and bound hand and foot by the group of ferocious monsters.

……

The three of them, master and disciples, were captured alive by the Yellow-Eyebrowed Ancestor and taken back to his cave like lambs to the slaughter.

Old Ancestor Huangmei stared intently at Chen Yi, his face full of disdain, and said, "Hand over the item, and this Great King may spare your life."

Chen Yi looked completely bewildered: "What is that?"

The Yellow-Eyebrowed Ancestor snorted coldly: "Stop pretending to be confused with this king. Hand over the cassock, the nine-ringed staff, the travel permit, and the purple-gold alms bowl that Buddha gave you."

"After I go to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures and achieve enlightenment, and am listed among the immortals, you can return to your Great Tang and continue being a monk."

Chen Yi: Holy crap! What a great thing!

If he could, he would naturally be more than happy to hand over this arduous task, but unfortunately, someone else wouldn't allow it.

The mere thought of it caused him unbearable pain, as if a million ants were gnawing at his head.

Chen Yi said sincerely, "Um, King Yellow Eyebrows, actually, I sincerely hope you will go on the pilgrimage, really! I swear to God!"

"If you can persuade the Buddha to let us switch places, I will not hesitate to immediately return to my Tang Dynasty!"

Upon hearing this, Huangmei Patriarch was speechless. If he could persuade the Buddha, would he need to go to such lengths?

"Tang Sanzang, Buddha chose you to go on the pilgrimage, he was truly..." blind!

"Take him away! Change his clothes, and take all his belongings to my room."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Chen Yi: "?!?!?!?!"

"What are you doing?! Let me go!"

"Oh my god! Keep my underwear for me!"

"I rely on!!!"

Amidst Chen Yi's cursing and swearing, the monster stripped him of everything he owned.