Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge-Chapter 1052 - 617_2

Chapter 1052 -617_2

After all, those strong figures enslaved by the Main God Giant Light Ball have long since turned rebellious, or else Wang Buchou wouldn’t have escaped in the previous life.

Primordial World, Great Qin Empire, within the Chen Mansion.

After comforting his groups of wives and concubines, Chen Sanzang was already starting to make preparations to leave the Great Qin Empire and journey west for scriptures.

There was no choice; upon returning from the Great Qin Heavenly Prison, not only did Old Xi inform him that the Westward Journey disaster had fully started, even Emperor Shi urged him to head west.

The more shameless one was the Bodhisattva Guanyin, who dragged him into Dream Space every few days to intimately discuss and debate scriptures. If one didn’t know any better, they might think the two of them, a lone man and woman, were in Dream Space frolicking romantically!

Of course, in Dream Space, Chen Sanzang was brainwashed by Bodhisattva Guanyin repeatedly.

If it weren’t for Old Xi’s support, Chen Sanzang felt that he would have been converted by the Buddhists into a fool!

“Hell’s bells, if I didn’t know the Bodhisattva Guanyin’s former self was Ci Hang Daoist, a man turned into a woman, commonly known as a transvestite, I’d have definitely taken action against him!”

After conveying a few words to his wives, concubines, and children, Chen Sanzang took out the treasures he had acquired over the years, handed them all at once to his various wives and concubines, and instructed them to take good care of the household, then packed his bags and walked out of the mansion.

His first stop was naturally to rescue Little Kongkong.

How could he establish his Buddhist sect’s criminal syndicate without some henchmen?

Isn’t Little Kongkong a rare super henchman?

As his number one apprentice, he was worth cultivating, and Chen Sanzang believed that after his training, it would be no problem to knock the Buddha’s head into a lump at the right time!

“Step by step, walking through thousands of mountains and rivers, speaking of which, wasn’t I supposed to get a White Horse?”

After leisurely walking out of the Great Qin Capital Xianyang City, Chen Sanzang suddenly realized, where’s his horse?

Chen Sanzang cursed while walking out of the Great Qin Capital.

It’s no wonder he’s cursing, even Tang Seng’s standard White Horse wasn’t given to him; how could he fish out Little White Dragon when passing Yingchou River?

Without the White Dragon Horse, should he really walk to Western Heaven step by step?

As a Taiyin Golden Immortal, he could reach the Leiyin Temple in a few days and nights by flying, but did he really have to rely on walking like a fool?

Or riding a monkey or a pig to Western Heaven?

Just thinking about the image of riding Little Kongkong or Little Pig, Chen Sanzang shivered in disgust; it was too damn unseemly.

Among the innumerable immortals and Buddhas, no one’s steed has ever been a monkey or a pig!

“The White Dragon Horse might not be available, but it’s still possible to improvise a mount temporarily, Sanzang, do you think a pig as a mount would be good, or a fish demon would be better?”

Old Xi’s voice carried a teasing tone.

“Why is there no White Dragon Horse? That handsome White Dragon Horse of mine, how can it be absent? With Tang Seng on a White Horse gone, how am I supposed to charm those female demons?”

Chen Sanzang was very unsatisfied; although riding a White Horse wasn’t necessarily a prince, as Tang Sanzang, he had to have one!

“Because the Ancestral Dragon is also in the same camp as us, so this time in the Westward Journey, although Little White Dragon will still join in, he won’t become a mount.”

Zhu Ganglie belongs to Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad, and Sha Wujing belongs to the Jade Emperor; letting them become mounts is also a good option, isn’t it?

Who stipulated that Tang Sanzang had to accept them as disciples?

“Have you ever seen an immortal’s steed that’s a pig or fish? Wouldn’t that make one a laughingstock among peers? Do I have no face?”

Chen Sanzang retorted angrily.

“You could also change to another mount, for instance, if you fancy a female demon, have her reveal her true form and carry you daily, isn’t that good? You can ride during the day for travel and at night for relaxing your muscles, isn’t it?”

Old Xi laughed slyly, offering bad advice.

“It’s not impossible, for example, that Jade-faced Fox, though Old Niu poses a great threat.”

Chen Sanzang instantly got led astray by a certain system.

“Proper planning for the Jade-faced Fox, and there’s a certain chance of it being a mount, but aren’t those seven little spiders even better to ride? Riding one a day with a different color each day, isn’t it more fun?”

“That could work, heard those seven little spiders have no background, directly wooing them to become mounts sounds promising.”

Chen Sanzang wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, instantly having a vision in his mind.

As for the Thousand-Eyed Centipede Spirit behind the seven little spiders, what the heck is that?

Just a Taiyi Realm Little Demon King, perfect for transcending, plus its corpse can be used to brew wine, right?

Seeing Chen Sanzang salivating, old Xi chuckled sinisterly, starting to scheme a compelling drama.

At this moment, a small tiger jumped out from a nearby bush before it could roar aggressively, Chen Sanzang leaped up and suddenly rode on the little tiger’s back.

“Just a small demon, temporarily acting as a steed will suffice!”

In the original Journey to the West, Tang Seng just arrived at the Great Tang Border and was met by a fierce tiger.

The two attendants given by the Tang Emperor were eaten by this little tiger demon, and Tang Seng was then saved by a hunter.

However, this hunter wasn’t a good person but was the form of a heavenly immortal sent down specifically for distributing merit.

Nowadays, within the Great Qin Empire, wild little demons mostly mind their own business, staying quietly in their own little domain, with no chance of suddenly jumping out to attack humans.

Hence, this little tiger suddenly emerging must have been arranged by certain individuals.

So Chen Sanzang showed no mercy, directly sitting on the little tiger’s back without hesitation and delivered a slap on the tiger’s nape.

This slap wasn’t light, directly knocking the little tiger demon into a starry-eyed state, swaying back and forth for a while before stabilizing.

The little tiger wisely understood, knowing the person who just sat on its back possessed great abilities and divine skills, thus stood quietly while letting out a few low whimpers, making it appear pitiful.

“Hey, what’s so pitiful about this? This poor monk is an enlightened monk, be good and serve as a steed for a while or I’ll transcend you!”

Chen Sanzang tapped the little tiger demon’s forehead, then used a palm to send a gust of wind toward a nearby big tree, causing a fierce wind and a flurry of sand and stones.

Once the gust subsided, the tree had already been broken in half at the waist, with branches and leaves scattered everywhere like fragments.

The little tiger suddenly shivered, its originally raised tail instantly tucked between its legs, its frame lowered a bit for a more suitable riding position.

“Hey, teachable indeed, little tiger, onward.”

Gently slapping the little tiger’s rump, the frightened tiger demon quietly moved forward without any bouncing, making Chen Sanzang feel no movement at all.

“That’s right, go slow, and I might present you with an opportunity later.”

Chen Sanzang nodded contently, then lay directly on the broad tiger back, while his luggage hung from the tiger’s tail.

“Old Xi, can you detect any abnormalities around?”

Within the Sea of Consciousness, Chen Sanzang asked the system with a serious tone.

“How could there be no abnormalities? Just left the Great Qin Empire’s capital Xianyang City and encountered such a little tiger demon; who knows which foolish immortal devised this catastrophe without thinking?”

Old Xi was joking about it while transforming the detected anomalies into video clips for Chen Sanzang to see.

In the sky, a figure was hiding within the clouds, staring dumbfoundedly at the leisurely little tiger carrying Chen Sanzang forward.

That immortal had three eyes on his forehead; wasn’t it the Erlang God?

Chen Sanzang’s mouth twitched slightly.

He truly hadn’t thought that Erlang God would engage in such foolish antics.

“Did the Erlang God offend someone? Hasn’t anyone told him that this poor monk is cultivating?”

Despite having cultivated to become a Taiyin Golden Immortal, the gap was not significant between him and Erlang God, yet this fellow hadn’t investigated beforehand?