Wukong hurriedly searched through the surrounding bushes, but he could not find his master anywhere.

At this point, Wukong was sure that his master had been taken away by a demon, and it was when his master's feet were in his arms.

What an audacious demon! How dare she steal someone right under the nose of the Victorious Fighting Buddha? She was trampling on the Victorious Fighting Buddha's face.

Wukong was angry and anxious. He rode the Somersault Cloud into the air and used his Fiery Golden Eyes to scan the surroundings. Then, he took out the Jingu Bang and dived into the water.

The Demonic Qi in the water soared to the sky, but because he was influenced by the impression that the little white dragon lived in the water, he preconceived that there were no Demonic Qi in the water, so he did not check it out.

Now that he thought about it, if the Bodhisattva could break his promise, Xuanzang could be late without a horse, and the Little White Dragon could not appear, then what was so strange about one or two demons living in the pool?

Wukong waved the Jingu Bang in his hand and stirred the water all the way into the pool. The demonic aura became thicker as he went deeper into the pool. Wukong followed the demonic aura to the bottom of the pool, only to find that the demonic aura had disappeared.

Wukong suddenly jumped out of the water and sneered in his heart, "This demon is quite clever!"

He then flew into the air and used his Fiery Golden Eyes to examine the cliffs on both sides. Indeed, he found a bottomless hole in a deep crevice.

The hole was covered by vines and moss, and the surroundings were overgrown with weeds. Wukong had gone to the mountains to look for food yesterday, but he did not find it. Now, he found it because he wanted to.

It turned out that the demon was extremely cautious and cunning. He built his cave at the bottom of the pool, but the hole was on the wall.

When ordinary people came and saw the demonic aura at the bottom of the pool, they would definitely search in the water. When the demonic aura at the bottom of the pool disappeared, they would often be fooled and confused, wondering if they had made a mistake.

Fortunately, Wukong had the Fiery Golden Eyes, which could see through all falsehoods. His eyesight was far better than ordinary people, so he was not tricked by the demon.

Wukong put away the Jingu Bang and turned into a small snake, slipping into the cave.

The passageway leading to the demon's cave was extremely narrow at first, but as Wukong went in, it gradually widened. The further in he went, the wider it became. Eventually, it was already two to three feet high, allowing seven to eight people to walk side by side at the same time.

Furthermore, after entering the depths, there were small luminous pearls on both sides of the passage for Wukong to see.

After walking for more than a hundred meters, a huge stone cave residence appeared in front of Wukong. The cave residence was dozens of feet wide and high, and it was so bright that it dazzled the eyes. It turned out that the stone walls were inlaid with large luminous pearls.

Wukong was shocked, "What a rich goblin!"

Who knew how many commoners had been harmed to obtain these treasures?

When he stopped and looked carefully, he found that this luxurious cave residence was just a facade. The details were very rough. The stone walls on all sides were crudely made, only the front was smoothed out. The furniture and other things were only roughly carved out of stone. Not to mention exquisite patterns or superb designs, it was already not easy for people to recognize what they were.

Wukong sneered twice, turned into his original form, took out the Jingu Bang, and rushed into the cave residence.

As soon as Wukong entered the cave residence, he saw a handsome young master with a golden crown on his head, dressed in a white robe, sitting on a stone chair in a daze, his face full of melancholy.

On the other side, in a corner, his master Xuanzang was tied up by a grass vine, pitifully and helplessly lying on the ground, pretending to be dead.

Seeing this, Wukong's anger rose from the bottom of his heart. He shouted, "Little White Dragon, what are you doing?" Raising his staff, he hit.

The Little White Dragon was awakened by Wukong's shout. Unable to dodge in time, he rolled awkwardly and fell off the stone chair.

Wukong did not chase after him, he just glared at him.

The Little White Dragon was baffled by his shout, "How do you know my real body?"

Wukong sneered, "Not only do I know you are a Little White Dragon, I also know you are the Third Prince of the Eastern Sea. Because you violated the law of heaven, you were punished by the Jade Emperor. If it were not for Avalokitesvara protecting you, you would have died on the guillotine.

Avalokitesvara asked you to come to this Eagle's Grieving Stream to wait for a Tang Monk who went to the Western Paradise to pray to Buddha and to protect him from death. Is this how you protected him? "Wukong's voice became louder towards the end of his sentence, and he tightened his grip on the Jingu Bang.

The Little White Dragon was confused and asked curiously, "You monkey, it's fine if you know my real body's origin, but why are you making things up later?

What are you trying to do? "He glanced at Xuanzang lying on the side from the corner of his eye and understood," So you are here to snatch people.

Why, do you think you can disturb my mind by saying such specious nonsense and take the opportunity to snatch away Tang Seng? Ha!

Unfortunately, your plan has been seen through! "After he finished speaking, he transformed into his real body and rushed towards Wukong with bared fangs and brandished claws. He wanted to launch a sneak attack.

Wukong turned around to avoid his attack, and hit the Little White Dragon in the stomach with the back of his hand. The pain caused the Little White Dragon to howl in pain.

The Little White Dragon was furious. Its four claws clawed and scratched, and its dragon tail swung nimbly. From time to time, it would pull out a sneak attack from behind.

Unfortunately, Wukong's body was as fast as lightning. The little white dragon's body was huge. When it pounced and grabbed, it seemed to have great momentum, but in fact, it could not even touch Wukong's body.

Wukong, on the other hand, could use his huge body to pull the Jingu Bang and hit the target with just a wave of his hand, causing the Little White Dragon to howl in pain.

The Little White Dragon was at a disadvantage when fighting with Wukong in his real body. The Little White Dragon shook its head and changed into its human form to fight with Wukong. Sure enough, it was much more flexible.

Unfortunately, it overestimated the fighting power of its human form. It held a sword and fought with Wukong for a few moves before it was defeated again and again.

Wukong flicked away the sword in the Little White Dragon's hand with his Jingu Bang. Then, he hit the Little White Dragon's waist with his Jingu Bang, causing the Little White Dragon to retreat five steps. Two of its three souls were gone, and it could not stand steadily.

It fell to the ground with a "plop" and spat out a mouthful of blood.

In fact, Wukong had been merciful with his Jingu Bang. In the past, he had fought with many demons and monsters on the way to the Buddhist Scriptures. The Black Bear Monster, the Leopard Monster, and the Yellow-Browed Monster were all stronger than the Little White Dragon. Which one of them could withstand Wukong's Jingu Bang?

The Little White Dragon had always been pampered. Its body was delicate and its mana was not strong. When Wukong hit it with his Jingu Bang, the Little White Dragon would be smashed into pieces.

Wukong had only seriously injured it and damaged its internal organs. He had been merciful.

Although Wukong was angry, he had stopped killing after becoming a Buddha. Secondly, he was still worried about the friendship between the five of them on the way to the Western Paradise. Although he had been reborn, he still remembered how the White Dragon Horse had carried Xuanzang for a hundred and eight thousand miles in his previous life. It was not easy and tiring for him to die.

"Little White Dragon, explain clearly to me what is going on!" Wukong raised his Jingu Bang and pointed it at the Little White Dragon who was pretending to be dead with its eyes closed on the ground.

However, the Little White Dragon did not move and continued to pretend to be dead.

Wukong swung his Jingu Bang on the wall. Suddenly, the cave was filled with gravel and dust.

"I will give you one more chance. You have to give me an explanation."

Wukong stared coldly at the Little White Dragon who was pretending to be dead beside the stone chair. He pulled up another person who was pretending to be dead and untied him.

Wukong waited for a long time, but the Little White Dragon did not respond.

Wukong knew that it was awake, but it was pretending to be dead. This meant that it was unwilling to explain.

Wukong took a deep breath, and his shoulders drooped.

"You don't want to explain, right?

You just want to eat Tang Seng meat. "His last hope for the dragon was lost.

The difficult times that the five of them had spent together had actually lost their colors in the long passage of time, becoming mottled and indistinct.

Wukong could not help but wonder. If Avalokitesvara had not appeared, would the Little White Dragon who ate Xuanzang's horse be willing to become a horse for Xuanzang to ride?

There were countless difficulties on the road to the west. They had to walk for a hundred and eight thousand miles. He carried his luggage and walked all the way with Xuanzang. Was he willing or was he forced to?

Yes, he was once the Third Prince of the Eastern Sea. How could he not be unwilling?

So this time, if Avalokitesvara did not appear, he dared to capture Xuanzang and try to live forever by relying on Tang Seng meat …

Wukong stood in place and tightened his grip on the Jingu Bang.

Xuanzang only woke up when Wukong pulled him up. His memory was still stuck at last night. At this time, he suddenly appeared in a bright cave. He couldn't help but be surprised.

"Disciple, where am I?" he asked.

"Master, let's talk after we get out," Wukong said slowly as he stared at the Little White Dragon who was pretending to be dead with bloodshot eyes.

Xuanzang noticed Wukong's expression and looked at the Little White Dragon on the ground. He wanted to comfort the disappointed Wukong, but he did not know anything and could not persuade him. In the end, he could only remain silent.

"Master, let's go." Wukong picked up the Jingu Bang and walked out of the Little White Dragon's cave.

Behind him, the Little White Dragon opened its eyes with a puzzled expression.