Journey to the West: Black Six Ears

After giving up his position as an apprentice, Little White Dragon felt much more relaxed.

As for the position of Servant, it was already within his grasp, easily attainable.

However, having been beaten up by Wukong before, the White Dragon decided to be a little more cautious.

"Holy Monk, who exactly are your two followers?"

The little white dragon spoke cautiously, which made Sun Qiong laugh out loud.

He thought for a moment and then gave a brief introduction:

"My two Servants are quite something."

Upon hearing this, the little white dragon felt a sudden tightness in his heart.

When the monk spoke of Sun Wukong, he remained expressionless, as if he had no idea of ​​the earth-shattering things Sun Wukong had done.

It was this attitude that led the White Dragon to misjudge the monkey's identity, resulting in him being utterly defeated.

Even this same Tang Sanzang spoke of his two followers with utmost admiration.

Could it be that these two guys have something special about them?

"How is it so incredible?"

"Of course, it's because my two followers are key ministers who fought alongside Emperor Taizong of our dynasty to conquer the country, and they are both skilled soldiers."

When the monk spoke of Emperor Taizong, he was filled with admiration.

Even the White Dragon had heard of this name. Right now, in the entire Southern Continent, only Li Shimin is someone that Guanyin Bodhisattva would spend time to meet.

There is a difference between the mortal realm and the realm of immortals and gods, so he doesn't know anything about them.

Judging from the monk's words, these two followers were just ordinary people.

"I see, they're just brave mortals."

The little white dragon immediately grasped the key point.

For him, this information was enough.

"Now that you've seen the monkey, my two Servants must be arriving soon."

As Sun Qiong spoke, she turned to look at Snake Coil Mountain.

Sure enough, the presence of living beings was detected in these treacherous mountains.

Before Snake Coil Mountain, a simply dressed man carrying a knife walked into the mountain, cutting through the brambles.

"Master, Master, are you nearby?"

The sound echoed within Snake Coil Mountain, and the little white dragon immediately pinpointed its source and raised its head.

The monk was naturally unaware of this distance.

After confirming that the White Dragon's injuries would not be life-threatening, the monk sat down cross-legged and slowly began to chant scriptures.

It's not that when a master recites scriptures, he can always attract some kind of divine light or something.

How come I can't see any trace of this in Tang Sanzang, who is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, a disciple of Buddha? On the contrary, I feel dizzy and confused.

Perhaps Buddha dealt a harsh blow to the disobedient Jin Chanzi, erasing his Buddha-nature.

Although the white dragon inwardly grumbled, he respectfully said aloud:

"Holy monk, there is no need to worry. Let me take care of some matters, and then we will set off on our westward journey."

Having said that, without waiting for the monk's reaction, he immediately took flight and flew towards the mountains.

Soon, the little white dragon spotted the armored soldiers heading into the mountain.

As expected, this person was none other than Tang Sanzang's attendant.

"Why is there only one person?"

The white dragon had doubts.

But then I thought, being alone is fine too.

If both of them were here, killing them both would be going too far.

The white dragon descended from the sky and recklessly pounced on the mortals.

He's just an ordinary person, and even if he's a warrior in the army, it's just a matter of waving his claws and opening his mouth.

Think this way, and do this way.

A white dragon descended from the sky, its jaws wide open with barbed teeth, ready to tear at the mortal.

This posture was like a bolt of white lightning piercing the sky, falling straight down to the mortal world.

A gigantic shadow blotted out the sky, and the darkness it cast swallowed the mountaintop.

The mortal looked up curiously, only to see a gaping, blood-red maw right in front of him.

"This sword is named Dragon Slayer. It was a gift from Emperor Taizong when he was leaving. Legend has it that it was used by Wei Zheng when he dreamed of slaying a dragon. The sword is three feet seven inches long and weighs seven catties and thirteen ounces. It is made of cold iron from the East Sea. It can cut hair with a breath and is unstoppable."

The mortal suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp, and a series of words came out of his mouth.

The knife in his hand was raised high, its bright light dazzlingly bright.

Even the little white dragon subconsciously closed his eyes.

The next moment, the blade made contact with the dragon's body.

The so-called Dragon-Slaying Blade is obviously fake.

Even Sun Qiong, who had transformed into a mortal, could not obtain such a thing. This Dragon-Slaying Blade was naturally a weapon transformed by the Ironclad Soldier of Will.

The 13,500-pound blade struck its body, and the dragon scales on the little white dragon fell to the ground with a rustling sound, like rain.

But then, there they were: a dragon stretching its sharp claws, and a man raising a long knife. That was the wicked son of the demon king, and this was the demon who deceived the heavens.

Now everyone is displaying their unique abilities, coming and going, amidst the flashing of swords and the clash of teeth.

After circling for a long time, the dragon was struck as if by lightning and could not fight back. It turned around, plunged into the water, and never came out again.

The mortal dared not linger; he simply clutched the Dragon-Slaying Blade and mustered all his strength to flee Snake Coil Mountain.

"Third Prince, why are you reopening your wounds?"

Upon seeing this, the monk immediately stepped forward and helped the little white dragon up.

Even in human form, the little white dragon was covered in blood and his face was extremely pale.

Seeing the scene exactly the same as before, the White Dragon even suspected that Tang Sanzang might have known what was going to happen all along.

A fleeting look of confusion crossed his eyes. The white dragon grew increasingly annoyed, gritting his teeth as he said:

"Holy Monk, you didn't tell me that your follower has the ability to subdue dragons and tigers."

The monk simply put on an innocent expression, clasped his hands together, and said:

"Your Highness is joking. As I said, those two are both skilled soldiers."

fart!

What military experts, even valiant generals, Little White Dragon has tasted them all.

That person was indeed a mortal, but that sword truly possessed the power to slay dragons.

If Little White Dragon hadn't run fast, he probably would be dead by now.

Bai Long gritted his teeth and endured this humiliation.

"Holy Monk, how many of those Dragon-Slaying Blades do you have?"

"A monk does not lie. Of my followers, only one has a knife, while the other is unarmed."

The monk thought for a moment, his face serious.

Little White Dragon took a deep breath:

"Holy monk, please don't try to deceive me."

After saying this, Bai Long turned and walked into the depths of Eagle's Sorrow Gorge.

As his base of operations, and given Long's preferences, he naturally placed everything he had collected here.

Those crystal-clear jewels, and all sorts of trimmed corals... were used to decorate the palace.

He took a sword from the treasury, grabbed it, and brandished it a couple of times.

"This injury is quite serious, but if I can gain a follower by killing one of them and have them join the westward journey, it's not a bad deal."

Thinking this, Little White Dragon raised the sword in his hand.

He planned to hurry up and find the remaining Servant as soon as possible.

At this moment, the little white dragon had already abandoned its original plan.

He had previously thought that Tang Sanzang's followers were just ordinary people and not worth paying attention to.

Once one of them is resolved, it can be easily replaced.

But now it seems that he is indeed a person close to the holy monk. Even as a mortal, he has extraordinary abilities.

But the White Dragon had no choice; if he couldn't be a follower, he could only be a horse.

If he really had to choose to be a horse, he definitely wouldn't get the position of the Mighty King Bodhisattva.

"This is absolutely unacceptable."

The more the little white dragon thought about it, the more anxious he became. He couldn't help but stir up the clear water of Eagle Sorrow Stream, making it resemble the surging waves of the Yellow River.

In his unsettled state, he devised a plan.

But then the white dragon pressed down on its head and transformed into a human.

If anyone were here, they would immediately recognize that it was the appearance of a monk.

This was exactly Bai Long's plan; this tactic was a foolproof strategy.

If you can't deal with the one who slays the dragon, then deal with the one who doesn't have a sword.

Just as Xiaobailong had thought, the two Servants had not yet reunited.

The person he found was another follower who was unarmed and had no sword in his hand.

With a flick of its eyes, the White Dragon transformed into Tang Sanzang, who was now sitting on the ground, seemingly on the verge of death.

"Master, I've finally found you."

The servant stepped forward and reached out to help the little white dragon up.

The white dragon didn't rush to attack; his eyes searched the servant's body thoroughly.

It wasn't that he didn't believe the monk's words, but he always kept his guard up – a realization he gained after experiencing the heavenly whipping.

Only after confirming that the Servant was unarmed did the White Dragon raise his staff and smash it heavily towards the mortal's head.

Amidst the half-cloud and half-mist, a surge of blood welled up within me.

A person collapsed to the ground, clutching their head, and let out another mournful cry.

"How do you know who I am?"

The one lying on the ground, unable to get up, was none other than the little white dragon who had been knocked down with a single punch.

He stared in horror at the mortal, unable to comprehend how this guy's fist could be as heavy as a mountain.

But the mortal ignored him, simply riding on the white dragon's back, swinging his fist, as big as a bowl, and rubbing it hard on the white dragon's face.

One combo and Little White Dragon was immediately stunned.

This person did not have the Dragon Slayer Blade, but his iron fists could not even support the dragon's body, let alone maintain his human form.

"Alas, in the past there was Nezha who stirred up the sea, and now there is a Han Chinese who subdues a dragon. My king is just missing a dragon's tendon to cleanse him, and you have come knocking on the door."

The mortal raised his fists and grabbed the dragon's skin.

With a tearing sound, the dragon skin ripped apart, revealing the grim dragon bones and throbbing tendons.

Upon hearing this, the little white dragon was so terrified that he lost his mind and began to convulse.

The mortal on the dragon's back also noticed, and his iron fists moved even faster, striking the dragon's back like raindrops.

After several rounds, the old and new injuries combined, and Little White Dragon felt his back tendons trembling.

He knew that when Nezha killed Ao Bing, the Dragon King of the East Sea cried and wailed until he got his back tendon back.

Nezha was even resurrected by Buddha and became a lotus incarnation.

If even a complete stranger like Nezha is treated with such care, then one can only imagine how much more so Jin Chanzi, the second disciple of Buddha.

Once this mortal has his back tendons removed, even Guanyin Bodhisattva cannot save him.

"Drink!"

The little white dragon, trembling with fear, roared and forcefully shook off the mortal, stumbling as it crawled towards Eagle's Sorrow Gorge.

The only one who can save him right now is a mortal monk.

Before long, the little white dragon, which had rolled into Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, let out a heart-wrenching roar:

"Bald monk!!!"

Inside the emptied palace, a message was left on the floor:

"To the Third Prince of Jade Dragon"

We, the three disciples and I, thank the Third Prince for providing the funds for our journey to the West.

If we have time in the future, we will come back to retrieve the dragon tendons. Remember to prepare them yourself.

—The criminal gangs of Huaguo Mountain.