Chapter 308 Extra Chapter: When the Journey to the West is Full of Our Own People (Part 4)
The pilgrimage team, which was gradually growing, arrived at Huangfeng Ridge with the white dragon horse.
Tang Sanzang returned from begging for alms at a house and said softly, "I heard from some of you that there is a monster here called the Yellow Wind King who is ruling the area."
"Don't worry, Master, I'll protect you!"
Pigsy patted his chest and vouched for Tang Sanzang, while Monkey King stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Yellow Wind Ridge, this place looks familiar..."
"What, do you know someone here?"
Faced with Bajie's doubts, Wukong proudly puffed out his chest: "In this Three Realms, where don't I, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, have acquaintances?"
"Does that mean we're familiar with each other?" Pigsy couldn't help but complain. "Your father, your uncle, your aunt—who in the Three Realms wouldn't know you?"
Tang Sanzang quietly pricked up his ears, maintaining his smile. It seemed that the Bodhisattva had indeed found him a very powerful and influential eldest disciple. As for the second disciple... he would have to observe him further.
Wukong waved his hand, "Let's go, let's go find out some information! Let's see what this Yellow Wind King is all about!"
Soon, led by Wukong, the group arrived at a secluded cave. Wukong knocked on the door and shouted, "Yellow-haired Rat, are you home?"
The cave door opened, and a lean rat demon came out. Seeing Wukong, he smiled ingratiatingly: "Oh, it's the Great Sage! What brings you here, Great Sage?"
"Oh, I'm heading west to pick up a job," Wukong said casually, as he entered the cave led by the yellow-haired rat. "Heh, it's been a while, your cave is quite well-maintained."
"Great Sage, you flatter me. It's nothing, nothing at all."
The yellow-haired rat couldn't help but smile, and ordered his minions to bring water to the group. Wukong turned to introduce them: "This is my monk master, and this is my junior brother! Bajie."
"This humble monk, Tang Sanzang, greets the benefactor."
The yellow-haired rat froze, then chuckled dryly, "Haha... Master, your reputation is legendary!"
"If you don't know how to use idioms, then don't use them!" Wukong retorted, but didn't take it to heart. He then asked directly, "We came here to ask you about something. We heard there's a monster here called the Yellow Wind King who's quite formidable."
"Really? I've never heard of it." The yellow-haired mouse swallowed hard and stammered.
"No?" Bajie asked bluntly, eating the fruit the little demon brought him. "But the local people all said there was some before we came in."
"Is that so? Anyway, I've never heard of it. Maybe, maybe it's because the people are afraid..." The yellow-haired rat tried to explain, looking at Wukong with a sincere expression, "Great Sage, you know that mortals are very afraid of us monsters. Maybe they saw some little demon using magic and got scared and gave us this nickname."
"Really? There are no monsters here that threaten people?"
"Of course not," the yellow-haired rat shook its head rapidly, guaranteeing with an upright expression. "If there were really monsters harming the people, how could anyone still live around here? Besides, even though I've left Mount Ling, I won't just sit idly by!"
"That's true."
Wukong nodded, and the yellow-haired rat stood up and said politely, "Great Sage, I have nothing to help you with your journey to the West. Well then, the road to Yellow Wind Ridge is not easy to travel. I will take you out and take a shortcut to get out of Yellow Wind Ridge as soon as possible, which will also save some time."
"Thank you very much."
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After seeing the group off safely out of Huangfeng Ridge, Yellow-haired Rat breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll stop here."
"Alright, you can go back now."
"Thank you, benefactor."
"You're welcome, you're welcome, take care..."
The yellow-haired rat watched their retreating figures, its waving arms still raised. Just then, a little demon couldn't help but come closer and ask, "Your Majesty, are we not going to capture Tang Sanzang anymore?"
The yellow-haired rat slapped him on the head: "Slap, slap, slap! Slap your head my foot! With that energy, do more good deeds, cultivate more, and stop thinking about getting something for nothing. Have some ambition. Otherwise, you'll turn into a braised monster, and don't blame me for not saving you!"
"Tsk," Bajie said, munching on an apple as he walked, "I must say, this rat demon is quite kind."
"Enthusiastic?" Wukong glanced at him sideways. "How could the Yellow Wind King not be enthusiastic?"
"What Yellow Wind King? He's the Yellow Wind King?" Pigsy asked in shock.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Is it obvious?" Bajie asked, puzzled. He looked at Tang Sanzang and asked, "Master, you noticed it too?"
"Amitabha." Tang Sanzang nodded gently.
"Am I the only one who didn't notice?"
Bajie was incredulous. He scratched his head and thought hard, "Wait, where did that yellow-haired rat come from?"
"He was originally a yellow-haired weasel who attained enlightenment at the foot of Mount Ling. He wanted to improve his diet. So one day, he had a sudden idea and stole some clear oil from the glass cup. He farted loudly for three days in a row and was thrown out by the Vajra who was almost knocked unconscious by the smell. He was probably too embarrassed to go back, so he became the king of Huangfeng Ridge."
Hearing Wukong's flavorful explanation, Bajie lost his appetite for the apple in his hand. He took two big bites, leaving only a handful, before throwing it away and continuing to ask, "So, you guessed that he was the Yellow Wind King, but you believe that he did not harm the people?"
“He doesn’t have the guts, but just in case, I sent a message to Uncle Fox Five, asking him to come and investigate.”
"Fox Five, tsk tsk tsk," even Pigsy felt sorry for him. "He really follows the old and the young, always cleaning up the messes for your Yang family."
"Who are you calling old?" Wukong gripped his golden cudgel tightly.
Bajie quickly explained, "I was talking about your second uncle, not your father."
"You can't even talk about my second uncle, or you'll get a beating!"
"Oh! Why did you suddenly start fighting?"
Pigsy ran forward frantically, with Monkey close behind, and Tang Sanzang riding his horse behind them, listening to the gossip with satisfaction. But watching Pigsy's fleeing figure, he couldn't help but sigh slightly.
We still need to observe him further. What are the strengths of his second apprentice?
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