As they spoke, Yang Jian and Zi Shou exchanged a glance, then simultaneously took a few steps back and sat steadily on a large rock.

They kept their eyes tightly shut, seemingly ignoring the trembling Tang Sanzang.

When the bandits saw that Yang Jian, wielding a three-pointed double-edged sword, and Zi Shou, wielding a halberd, completely ignored them and left the seemingly frail Tang Sanzang all alone, they immediately understood what was going on.

A sly smile appeared on their faces as they rubbed their hands together, slowly and step by step approaching Tang Sanzang.

It looked like a pack of hungry wolves had spotted a defenseless sheep.

Tang Sanzang was terrified out of his wits. He clasped his hands tightly together, his lips trembling, and he kept muttering, "Buddha... Buddha above, please show your power!"

"Please...please don't let me fall victim to those thieves!"

"Buddha..."

However, his prayers had no effect.

Just as he was still muttering to himself, the man with a face full of scars appeared beside him like a ghost.

Tang Sanzang looked at the fierce-looking man in terror, his body trembling even more violently.

Immediately afterwards, the man unceremoniously stretched out a thick hand and slapped Tang Sanzang heavily on the shoulder.

He grinned and said, "Hehe, this skin is so soft and tender, we're going to give the brothers a good time today!"

These words struck Tang Sanzang like a bolt from the blue, causing his body to tremble violently, his legs feeling as if they had suddenly lost their support and went limp.

The world before his eyes instantly turned pitch black, and his body, as if all its strength had been drained, went limp and he fainted without warning.

However, at that moment...

The bandits seemed to be frozen in place, suddenly becoming completely still.

Their bodies seemed frozen in time, maintaining their original postures without the slightest change.

Yang Jian, who was standing to the side, slowly stood up after seeing this scene, and his gaze fell on Zi Shou.

Then he spoke, "Fellow Daoist Zishou."

"Our mission this time, besides completing the westward journey, also includes..."

"Sage Huayuan had one more special instruction."

"We must slowly destroy his Buddhist heart."

As he spoke, Yang Jian also respectfully bowed towards the direction of Penglai Immortal Island, showing his respect for the Immortal Yuan.

Zi Shou listened quietly to Yang Jian's words. His face didn't show much expression; he simply nodded slightly to indicate that he understood Yang Jian's meaning.

"That's about it for today. Let's continue tomorrow."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he gently waved his hand.

With his movement, the bandits seemed to be drawn by a mysterious force, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if they had never been there at all.

Time passed by, and about half a day had gone by.

Tang Sanzang finally slowly woke up. His consciousness was still a little hazy, and his head was dizzy.

As his eyes slowly opened and his vision gradually became clearer.

The first thing he did was to quickly check his clothes.

He carefully examined the clothes and found nothing unusual, which relieved him slightly.

Then, still feeling uneasy, he touched his buttocks with his hand, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he...

A huge weight was finally lifted from his heart, and he felt completely relaxed.

Then, with a smile on his face, Tang Sanzang asked Yang Jian and Zishou in a low voice, "You two capable men, where are those mountain bandits?"

Upon hearing Tang Sanzang's question, Yang Jian slightly raised his head, his gaze sharp as he stared directly at Tang Sanzang, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips. He said, "What? You miss them?"

His tone carried a hint of teasing.

Upon seeing this, Tang Sanzang was startled and quickly waved his hand, saying, "No, no, no, this humble monk was just asking casually and had no other intention."

His face was pale, clearly frightened by Yang Jian's words.

Seeing this, Yang Jian's smile widened, and he looked at Tang Sanzang with a half-smile, then said, "How about I call them back for you?"

It was as if as long as Tang Sanzang dared to nod, he would really bring the bandits back.

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang trembled with fright and quickly shook his head, saying, "No, no, this humble monk was just asking casually."

"Absolutely not."

His voice trembled slightly, clearly still shaken by the bandits.

Seeing that Tang Sanzang was so frightened, Yang Jian stopped teasing him and casually stretched out his hand, revealing three or four fragrant cakes in his hand.

He glanced at Zi Shou, then handed him one of the cakes.

Zi Shou took the cake without hesitation and took big bites.

Just then, Tang Sanzang's stomach suddenly made a rumbling sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet atmosphere.

Tang Sanzang's expression instantly turned somewhat awkward, and he touched his stomach with a bit of embarrassment.

Then he said to Yang Jian and Zi Shou, "My two capable ones, I have not eaten for a day and I am very hungry."

"May I ask if you could give this humble monk a piece of cake to relieve my hunger?"

When Yang Jian heard Tang Sanzang say he was hungry, he handed him a pancake and said, "Here, have some."

His movements were natural, without the slightest hesitation.

Looking at the still steaming flatbread, Tang Sanzang opened his mouth without hesitation and took a big bite.

The flatbread had a crispy exterior and a soft interior, with an irresistible aroma that made him exclaim, "This sesame oil flatbread is so fragrant!"

As he chewed on the biscuit, he said, "I wonder which family made this. When we return from our pilgrimage, I must buy some to take back with us."

Hearing Tang Sanzang's words, Yang Jian casually picked up a piece of cake, took a bite, and then said nonchalantly, "What sesame oil cake?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang suddenly stopped chewing.

Looking at Yang Jian with suspicion, he asked in confusion, "Isn't this a sesame oil cake?"

Yang Jian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, gave Tang Sanzang a half-smile, and then explained unhurriedly, "Oh, that's a pork pie."

Tang Sanzang's expression changed dramatically in an instant.

Her fair face instantly turned from black to red, then from red to purple, and finally became extremely pale, as if all the life in her body had been drained away.

He immediately made a "vomiting" sound in his throat.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his mouth wide and vomited up all the pork patty he had just eaten.

This outburst was like opening a floodgate.

A continuous stream of food scraps gushed from his mouth.

It lasted for more than an hour!

While vomiting, Tang Sanzang also reached into his mouth with his hand, seemingly trying to scoop out all the pork patties he had eaten.

His face grew increasingly pale, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.