Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi's forehead was lined with black lines. Although the person before him was his senior, he couldn't help but roar, "Senior, that wasn't meant for you, it was supposed to be for..."

Zhen Yuanzi really wanted to explain it clearly, but looking at the dumbfounded face in front of him, who seemed to be listening but not taking anything in, he said helplessly, "Never mind... anyway, this doesn't count as a favor."

Tang Sanzang held up a finger and said, "There's another matter, he owes me a favor."

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes suddenly lit up, "That's great, there's a cause and effect, if he owes a favor, he has to repay it! How did he owe you a favor?"

Tang Sanzang replied, "I beat him up!"

Zhen Yuanzi: "@#%#..."

Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but roar again, "Senior, that's not a favor, that's a grudge, okay?!"

Tang Sanzang said very seriously, "I didn't kill him, so that counts as a favor, right?"

Zhen Yuanzi froze on the spot, his expression incredibly complex and bizarre...

He didn't remember how many years he had lived, but he swore that in all his years, he had never seen favors claimed this way!

You could say it's not a favor. Given the monk's strength, not killing the other person indeed counts as a mercy...

But could this really be counted as a favor?

Zhen Yuanzi didn't know what to say anymore.

After a long while, Zhen Yuanzi said with a bitter smile, "Forget it. I'd better shamelessly ask for the Bodhisattva's help."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Sanzang suddenly kicked him in the face, then used it to leap...

Bang!

The old fellow directly jumped towards the Earth Immortals Realm... from afar he transmitted his voice: "That won't do, as your senior, I need to take care of you. I'll go myself..."

Zhen Yuanzi, holding his face, roared, "Senior, couldn't you have picked another place to kick?"

Meanwhile, Zhen Yuanzi also prayed silently, "Bodhisattva, I hope you're all right... Vast Heavenly Honored One!"

Bang!

With a loud boom, Tang Sanzang fell from the sky like a meteor, landing right in front of Sun Wukong and the others.

This time, he was still head-first...

Zhu Ganglie, looking at the half-buried body in the ground, asked Sun Wukong, "Big Brother, should we help pull him out?"

Then they saw Tang Sanzang bend one leg, push hard, and pull himself out. He scratched his bald head, glanced at them, and said, "Wait here, I'll be right back."

Having said that, Tang Sanzang spun around on the spot...

Sha Wujing, confused, asked, "Master, what are you doing?"

Tang Sanzang scratched his bald head again and asked, "Which way is north?"

Everyone fell silent, feeling that the fall had confused him, and he couldn't find north...

Sun Wukong, massaging his temple, pointed northward and said, "That way."

Tang Sanzang nodded and then pointed north. He turned 180 degrees, muttering, "So this is south then, no mistake, off we go!"

Having said that, Tang Sanzang bent over and kicked his legs, suddenly shooting up from the ground and flying toward the south...

Watching this scene, Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, Sha Wujing, and the White Dragon Horse felt a hundred thousand frustrations raging in their hearts and couldn't help but roar, "Big Brother, if you wanted to go south, why didn't you just ask where south was? Why the hell did you ask about north?!"

Tang Sanzang had left, but Zhen Yuanzi had come back.

Once again gathered face to face, everyone wore an expression of weirdness.

Eventually, Zhen Yuanzi spoke up, "Gentlemen, it was all a misunderstanding. Since the misunderstanding has been cleared up, if you don't mind, why not come back and sit at my Wuzhuang Temple again?"

Zhu Ganglie looked at Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong casually stuffed the Jingu Bang into his ear and smiled generously, "Well then, let's sit a bit!"

Thus, they followed Zhen Yuanzi back to Wuzhuang Temple, but this time, Qiufeng and Mingyue couldn't stay calm.

After Sun Wukong recounted the whole story, Zhen Yuanzi looked at the two children with a stormy expression and said, "Our Wuzhuang Temple is still missing two stone lions at the entrance. Why don't you two squat there, and come back after five hundred years?"

The two children, having told a lie that almost got their master killed, now simply being sentenced to stand as stone lions for five hundred years didn't seem so harsh. They obediently and honestly squatted at the gate.

...

Meanwhile, at Mount Putuo in the South Sea.

A black bear in armor with slightly sparse fur was squatting on the beach, eating roasted cabbage and drinking cold boiled water. Opposite him sat Mu Zha, both sighing and chatting.

"What's with that baldy... that fake Tang Sanzang? How come he's so fierce?" the black bear spirit asked, chewing on cabbage.

Mu Zha replied, "Not sure, no one knows where he sprung from yet. But that guy is really strong. The punch he hit me with still has my butt hurting."

The black bear spirit touched his sparse fur and said, "Ah, my fur hasn't even grown back yet. Damn it, I need to cultivate properly. When I'm powerful one day, I'll definitely go back and have my revenge!"

As he spoke, an annoyed look spread across his face, "Ah, I'm so frustrated just talking about it. Wish there was wine to drink."

Mu Zha also looked frustrated. Hearing this, he hesitated for a moment, and then pulled out a gourd, "It's vegetarian alcohol. Don't be greedy, if the Bodhisattva sees, we'll be in trouble."

Seeing it, the black bear spirit's eyes lit up. He grabbed it and chuckled, "What a relief. I've been here for a while now, eating cabbage and gnawing on tree leaves; my mouth is almost sick of it. Let me have a swig first..."

Saying he would take just one sip, he tilted his head back and gulped several mouthfuls.

By the time Mu Zha managed to snatch it back, the bear spirit's eyes were already bloodshot!

As the saying goes, 'With wine, the bear's courage doubled,' and with his belly full of resentment, he burst forth, thumping the table, and roared, "Damn that bald freak, did I have to fight you? If it wasn't for him, would I have been caught by the Bodhisattva and forced to guard that damned bamboo garden?

"When I'm strong enough one day, I'll pin that baldy to the ground, point at his nose, and curse him a hundred times as a baldy!"

Hearing this, Mu Zha burst out laughing, amused by his fierce but simple wish.

Mu Zha thought about his own frustrations. Despite warnings, he led a group to trouble Tang Sanzang, and only he had survived. Although his fellows could be reincarnated, it was a disaster, and whether they could return to the Spirit Mountain remained uncertain.

With guilt in his heart, he tilted his head back and took two big swigs of the wine.

Feeling the effects of the wine, he started swaggering and cursed, "Right, when we get the chance, we'll curse him together!"

"Yes, curse him bald! Curse the thieving baldy! Especially bald! Not a single hair, his head shiny like a Luminous Pearl!" the black bear spirit cursed...

With Mu Zha nodding vigorously in agreement, he added, "Exactly, like a Luminous Pearl, hahaha..."