Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge-Chapter 1180 - 682

There's no way around it. After returning from the Great Qin Heavenly Prison, not only did Old Xi tell him that the Westward Journey calamity was fully underway, but Emperor Shi also urged him to begin the westward journey.

Even more shameless was the Bodhisattva Guanyin, who dragged him into the Dream Space every other day to discuss scriptures intimately. If someone didn't know them, they'd think these two, a solitary man and woman, were having a secret affair in the Dream Space!

Of course, in the Dream Space, Chen Sanzang was brainwashed by the Bodhisattva Guanyin over and over.

If it weren't for Old Xi's strong support, Chen Sanzang felt he would surely have been transformed into a fool by the people of the Buddhist Sect!

"Damn it, if I didn't know that the Bodhisattva Guanyin's former self was the Ci Hang Daoist, a man who became a woman and commonly referred to as a ladyboy, I would have..."

After explaining things to his wife and children, Chen Sanzang took out the treasures he had acquired over the years, handing them over to his many wives and concubines, and instructed them to take good care of the family business. Then, he packed his bags and stepped out of the mansion.

The first stop, naturally, was to rescue Little Kongkong.

How could he establish his own black Buddhist sect force without muscle?

Isn't Little Kongkong a rare super fighter?

As his number-one henchman, it's worth cultivating, and Chen Sanzang believed that after his training, there wouldn't be an issue with knocking some sense into the head of the Buddha!

"Step by step, slowly crossing thousands of mountains and rivers. By the way, wasn't I supposed to get a white horse?"

Sauntering out of Xianyang City, the capital of the Great Qin Empire, Chen Sanzang suddenly realized, where was his horse?

Chen Sanzang cursed as he walked out of the Great Qin Capital.

You can't blame him; the standard white horse of Tang Seng wasn't given to him. How was he supposed to lure out Little White Dragon when passing the Yingchou River?

Without the White Dragon Horse, was he really supposed to walk to the Western Heaven one step at a time?

He, a dignified Taiyin Golden Immortal, could fly to Da Leiyin Temple in a matter of days, accomplish the task of retrieving the scriptures. Was he really supposed to walk like an idiot?

Or should he ride a monkey or a pig to the Western Heaven?

The mere thought of riding on Little Kongkong or Little Pig made Chen Sanzang shiver; it's just too undignified.

With countless Immortals and Buddhas above and below, there's never been anyone with a monkey or pig as their mount!

"There might not be a White Dragon Horse anymore, but a temporary mount can still be arranged. Sanzang, do you think a pig or a fish monster would be better as a mount?"

Old Xi's voice was full of mischief.

"Why is there no White Dragon Horse? My majestic White Dragon Horse, how can it not be? Without the white horse-riding Tang Seng, how am I going to charm those female demons?"

Chen Sanzang was very displeased, although the one riding a white horse may not necessarily be a prince, he, riding it, was Tang Sanzang!

"Because the Ancestral Dragon is also in our camp, so in this Westward Journey, although Little White Dragon will still join, he won't become a mount."

Zhu Ganglie is Taishang Laojun's man, Sha Wujing is Jade Emperor's man, letting them be mounts is also a good choice, isn't it?

Who said Tang Sanzang must take them as disciples?

"Have you ever seen a celestial with a pig or a fish as a mount? Wouldn't that be laughable? I need to maintain my dignity, right?"

Chen Sanzang refuted angrily.

"You could find another mount, you know. For example, if you fancy a female demon, just have her reveal her true form and carry you every day, no? Ride by day to travel, ride by night to relax, eh?"

Old Xi chuckled, offering bad advice.

"That's not impossible, is it? Like that Jade-faced Fox, the only problem is Old Niu is quite a threat."

Chen Sanzang was instantly led astray by the system.

"If you strategize well with the Jade-faced Fox, there's a chance of having her as a mount. But isn't it better to ride the Seven Little Spiders? One every day, different colors daily, wouldn't that be more delightful?"

"That's an idea. I heard the Seven Little Spiders have no backing, just seduce them as mounts, it's promising."

Chen Sanzang wiped the tears from the corner of his eye, and the scene played out in his mind instantly.

As for the Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit behind the Seven Little Spiders, what's that thing?

A mere Little Demon King in the Taiyi Realm, perfect for transcendence, and its corpse could be used to make wine, right?

Watching Chen Sanzang drooling, Old Xi chuckled softly, starting to plan out a strong storyline.

At this moment, a little tiger suddenly leapt out from a nearby bush. Before it could roar and flaunt its might, Chen Sanzang jumped and landed squarely on its back.

"A mere little demon, good enough as a temporary mount, I suppose!"

In the original Journey to the West, just as Tang Seng reached the Great Tang Border, he encountered a ferocious tiger.

Two servants given by the Tang Emperor were eaten by this Little Tiger Demon, and Tang Seng was saved by a hunter.

However, this hunter was not a good person but a disguised heavenly immortal coming down to share in some merit.

Now in the Great Qin Empire, wild little demons are mostly well-behaved, staying put in their own territories, unlikely to jump out and attack humans.

Therefore, this little tiger that suddenly sprang out was surely arranged by someone on purpose.

So Chen Sanzang showed no mercy, directly sitting on the little tiger's back and unceremoniously smacking it on the back of the head.

This slap was not light, causing the little tiger demon to see stars, swaying left and right for a while before barely managing to steady itself.

The little tiger, being smart, recognized that the person riding on its back was someone with great skill and Divine Skills, so it stood still obediently, even whimpering a few times, looking pitifully wronged.

"Hey, feeling wronged, are you? I, the humble monk, am a high-ranking monk. Be a good little steed for me for a while, otherwise I'll transcend you!"

Chen Sanzang tapped the little tiger demon's forehead before waving a palm at a nearby tree, and instantly, a strong wind howled, sending sand and stones flying.

When the palm wind subsided, the tree was already severed at its waist, its branches and leaves turned into a shower of fragments, scattered everywhere.

The little tiger took a shivering breath, its previously upright tail immediately tucking between its legs, its body hunching lower, making its back more suitable for riding.

"Hey, good kid, little tiger, move along."

With a gentle slap on the little tiger's bottom, the intimidated little demon walked forward cautiously, without any jolt, leaving Chen Sanzang unaware of the movement.

"Good boy, walk slowly, and I'll give you a chance of fortune when the time comes."

Chen Sanzang nodded in satisfaction, then lay directly on the broad tiger back, with his pack hanging from the tiger's tail.

"Old Xi, can you detect any anomalies in the surroundings?"

In the Sea of Consciousness, Chen Sanzang asked the system with a solemn expression.

"Could there be no abnormality? Just barely leaving the Great Qin Capital Xianyang and encountering such a Little Tiger Demon, yet some dumbass immortal designed this disaster without even thinking."

Old Xi, while complaining, turned the detected anomalies into a video and played it for Chen Sanzang.

High in the sky, a figure hid among the clouds, staring wide-eyed at the leisurely little tiger carrying Chen Sanzang forward.

This celestial, with three eyes on its head, who else could it be but the Erlang God?

Chen Sanzang's mouth twitched slightly.

He really didn't expect that Erlang God would do something so foolish.

"Did Erlang God offend somebody? Didn't anyone tell him that I, the humble monk, practice cultivation?"

At least having cultivated to Taiyin Golden Immortal, there's not much difference from Erlang God. Didn't he do any research before acting?

"Heard that Erlang God is afraid of his wife. The West Sea Dragon Third Princess Aochun wants to continue his lineage, bear offspring, and usually doesn't allow him to leave Guan River Mouth.

Guess he was squeezed too miserably, sneaking out of his wife's boudoir, then, hearing about the Westward Journey calamity, he wanted a share of the merit, hoping to fortify two iron kidneys, and just recklessly came along."

Old Xi remarked in a teasing tone, with a hint of schadenfreude.

Living every day with Chen Sanzang, this rascal, he was also bored and naturally got into the habit of gossiping about these celestial Buddhas and their secrets.

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