Roar! …
On the border of the Tang Dynasty, deep in the dense forest, a shrill tiger roar echoed through the mountains and fields.
As Tang Sanzang raised and lowered his staff, a tiger as strong as an ox was immediately cut in half, and several pieces were scattered on the mountain road.
"A little sick cat dares to block the path of a poor monk. He really doesn't know how to live or die!"
Wiping the blood on the Zen staff, Tang Sanzang gave a cold shout.
Heading west from Chang'an City, seven days have passed without realizing it.
With the heavenly forces withdrawing from the Tang Dynasty, and the human emperor sitting in charge, ordinary monsters and ghosts have long since disappeared, and this journey has been smooth sailing.
But as we get closer to the border, Datang's deterrent power gradually weakens, and the number of ferocious beasts along the way gradually increases.
In this half day, Tang Sanzang killed countless evil tigers and wolves without eyes.
As for the white horse presented by His Majesty, it was also given to a farmer's family by Tang Sanzang the day before yesterday.
After all, the road to the west is very dangerous and dangerous. Rather than let it be eaten by the monsters along the way, it is better to abandon it here.
"Shuangcha Ridge...the first difficulty on the westbound journey, is it going to start so soon?"
After dealing with the fierce tiger, Tang Sanzang looked at the 'Shuangcha Ridge' boundary monument that had been broken into two parts at his feet, and his face could not help but darken.
Looking westward, he saw a border village looming in the dense mountains and forests in the distance.
After traveling day and night for several days, Tang Sanzang was already hungry.
Then he stopped thinking about it and strode towards the village, carrying thousands of kilograms of luggage.
This village is not big, with only thirty or fifty households in front and behind it.
He looked around the village and then knocked on the door of one of the farmhouses.
"Amitabha, the poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east. I hope that the donors in the house can donate some vegetarian food at will to create good relationships!"
Squeak!
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the room opened, and a disgusting smell of corpses immediately hit his nostrils.
Tang Sanzang frowned, but saw a hateful-looking 'person' walking out of the house and approaching.
The visitor had scars all over his body, half of his neck had been chopped off, and his head, already covered in corpse spots, hung diagonally on his shoulders.
This is not a living person, but a corpse that has been dead for a long time!
But for some unknown reason, he did not die in a real sense. He still breathed a sigh of relief and became a living dead.
"The holy monk came from afar, the friendship of the landlord... it should be, it should be..."
As a creepy voice sounded, the owner of the house opened his mouth, and a pool of black blood flowed into Tang Sanzang's purple gold bowl!
"Holy monk, please have a meal!"
After hearing this, Tang Sanzang suddenly became angry.
But he did not attack immediately, but looked around the village.
Just because there were more living dead walking out of every corner of the village and walking towards where he was.
Some of these living dead had their chests and abdomens broken, some had their limbs broken off, and some had their heads dislocated.
They seemed to have suffered some kind of inhumane torture during their lifetime!
"Holy monk, please have a meal!"
At this time, the owner of the house spoke again.
The other living dead in the village had also gathered at this moment, completely surrounding Tang Sanzang inside and outside.
"Holy monk, please have a meal!"
Seeing that Tang Sanzang was indifferent, the owner of the house spoke for the third time.
"If I refuse, what can you do?"
Tang Sanzang said angrily, bursts of awe-inspiring righteousness surged out from the purple golden bowl, dissipating all the black blood in it.
"The holy monk refuses to eat because he doesn't want to form a relationship with us... Since he doesn't want to form a relationship with us, he has no choice but to have a grudge!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the corpses of all the living dead around him were sprayed out, and they all rushed towards Tang Sanzang!
But these living dead couldn't even touch Tang Sanzang, and the brocade cassock shined out the holy Buddha light on its own, forcing them back three feet away.
Thick green smoke rose from their bodies, and these living dead seemed to be burned by fire. They huddled on the ground one by one, wailing in pain.
"When a person dies, he should return to dust and return to earth. Why should he continue to live in the world without peace?"
Tang Sanzang let out a long sigh, and then slammed the nine-ringed tin staff onto the ground.
For a time, the vast Buddha's light surged in all directions with him as the center.
Wherever the Buddha's light passed, these living dead people immediately flew into pieces with their flesh and blood, their muscles and bones broken, and they turned into haze and dispersed into the sky in the blink of an eye!
After solving the little trouble at hand, Tang Sanzang waved his sleeves and looked back into the distance.
Just because in the mountains and forests a few miles away, waves of evil spirits suddenly arose.
There seems to be some demon lurking inside, secretly watching everything that happens here...
"Since the three of you are here to attack me, why bother harming this group of innocent creatures?"
As he said that, Tang Sanzang's eyes turned cold, and then he clenched his fingers tightly and punched out with a heavy punch!
Following this action, a golden fist shadow emerged, heading straight towards the mountain forest filled with demonic energy!
boom!
In an instant, the surrounding ground shook!
Under his punch, a mountain as high as a hundred feet suddenly collapsed, and a large amount of earth and rocks flew into the air!
Immediately afterwards, three monsters, a tiger, a bear, and an ox, escaped from the forest in embarrassment.
They are General Yin, Xiong Shanjun, and Special Officer respectively. They are the first batch of demons that Tang Sanzang encountered on his way westward.
"Brother, Tang Sanzang's Taoism...is not quite the same as what the Immortal said!"
Xiong Shanjun was in shock, and his whole body was cut with deep bloody wounds by the flying debris.
"Yes, didn't the Immortal say that Tang Sanzang was just a weak mortal monk? But that punch he just made..."
The special agent on the side swallowed his saliva, half of the cow's face was covered in blood and flesh.
In this regard, the leader, General Yin, also looked horrified.
In fact, the three of them are just low-ranking minions in the demon world.
But seven days ago, Taibai Jinxing, a powerful person in heaven, came to find them.
He only asked the three demons to help kill a monk who went to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, and after the incident was completed, they would be escorted to the Immortal Class.
With such favorable conditions, the three demons had no reason to refuse.
So, they killed all the villagers here and used magic to turn them into the living dead.
The three demons originally wanted to use the hands of these living dead to kill Tang Sanzang, and then return to Taibai Jinxing in exchange for the rewards they deserved.
But it wasn't until Tang Sanzang shattered the mountain with his punch that they realized the seriousness of the situation...
"The idea is wrong, it's better to take action!"
After weighing the pros and cons, General Yin immediately gave up this unrealistic idea and fled away.
But just as they were about to leave, a burst of holy Buddha light burst out from behind.
"Three donors, I dare to ask the people of this village, but you killed them?"
A cold voice suddenly sounded, sending shivers down the three demons' spines.
Looking back, they saw that Tang Sanzang had appeared behind them at some point.
He holds a Zen staff in one hand and a golden bowl in the other, with a handsome face that is holy and meditative.
But that solemn look is also chilling...
General Yin trembled violently, "Holy... Holy Monk, you have misunderstood. We are just passing by here and don't have any ill intentions."
"Oh, it turns out I'm just passing by, then you can go."
"What?"
"I said you can leave."
After hearing this, the three demons who were originally nervous were about to flee the scene as if they had been granted amnesty.
But as soon as they turned around, an unprecedented sense of death and oppression suddenly came unexpectedly from behind.
Looking back, he saw Tang Sanzang's eyes full of fierce light. The nine-ring tin staff with Buddha's light was raised high by him, and then he hit it hard and fell down!
Roar! …
The stick landed firmly on Xiong Shanjun, and his lower body immediately turned into blood mist, leaving only half of his body lying in a pool of blood, wailing and struggling.
The remaining two demons had no time to react, and the nine-ring tin staff came towards them with bursts of sound that broke through the air, piercing the chest of the special agent!
At the same time, a strong force of awe-inspiring righteousness spurted out from the purple golden bowl and swept through General Yin instantly.
Bang!
General Yin felt like he was being crushed by Mount Tai. His knees couldn't stop bending, and he smashed deep cracks into the solid rocks on the ground.
His skin and flesh also burst open layer by layer, and hot blood gushed out from his body like a spring!
This scene happened so fast that the three demons didn't even have time to resist, and were seriously injured and dying under Tang Sanzang's thunderous methods!
"You have offended a poor monk and still want to leave? What a fool's errand!"
