Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

The two were really enjoying their curses when Mu Zha vaguely saw a fiery meteor flying from the edge of the sky, headed straight for Mount Putuo.

Mu Zha squinted his eyes and said, "Someone's coming."

But the Black Bear Spirit didn't hear at all; he had already plunged into a self-indulgent mode, waving his claws, munching on cabbage, drinking wine, and howling, "You baldy, you bald donkey! I just called you 'baldy,' and you darn plucked all my fur, are you even human? Baldy, baldy, baldy!"

As he shouted, the meteor came closer and closer, finally with a splash, it landed on the nearby water surface and then the meteor water glided, hopping and jumping toward the shore.

Mu Zha looked closely, saw a reflection in the waves, and upon closer inspection, it was a bald head!

Looking even closer, he saw a familiar silly face appear before him, and at that moment, he was buttocks down, water gliding in the water!

In an instant, he felt a chill rise all over his body, his hairs stood on end, his pores closed, goosebumps spread all over him, and he kept slapping the Black Bear Spirit in front of him, saying, "Hey, hey, hey, Old Bear, let's not talk about fur or hair, let's chat about something else, shall we?"

The Black Bear Spirit waved his hand, brushed off Mu Zha's hand, and said, "Chat about something else? Right now, I just want to talk about baldies, bald heads, Luminous Pearl... Mu Zha, what's with that look in your eyes?"

Mu Zha swallowed, he had already seen the baldy ashore, less than a hundred meters from them!

Mu Zha said, "Black Bear, you... It's our first time drinking together, let's not talk about unpleasant stuff, alright? Let's talk about something pleasant."

The Black Bear Spirit loudly exclaimed, "What's pleasant? This godforsaken place doesn't even have a mother bear, what else could be pleasant here?

Even if there were a mother bear around, I wouldn't want to chat!

Right now, I just want to curse that baldy...

Hey, not that you mention it, every time I say 'baldy,' my heart skips a beat, it's like... it's like the baldy is standing right behind me.

But this feeling is really thrilling, really exhilarating...

It's so satisfying...

Mu Zha, why aren't you cursing? Why aren't you talking? Weren't you having fun cursing just now?"

On hearing this, Mu Zha quickly exclaimed, "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't curse, I didn't say anything, I just had a couple of drinks."

The Black Bear Spirit rolled his eyes and said, "Mu Zha, no offense, but you're too chicken-heart!

Where are we? This is Mount Putuo!

The baldy is probably millions of miles away from us.

What's the harm in cursing him a couple of times for fun?

Can he even hear us?

Even if he can hear, is he going to come all this way just to pluck your fur?

Look at me, you dead baldy, stinking baldy, bald thief with not a single hair, hahaha…

See, nothing happens, right?

Hey, Mu Zha, why has your face gone dark?"

Just then, a familiar voice sounded behind him: "Who are you calling bald?"

The moment before still drunk, Black Bear Spirit heard this and suddenly all his short hair stood up, and he got goosebumps all over, feeling a chill down his spine, his soul trembling, and his neck muscles stiffened!

He tried hard, pushed himself, and slowly turned around, only to see a shiny bald head gleaming brilliantly under the sunlight.

Looking at that silly face, Black Bear Spirit said with a crying tone, "Big brother... you... how did you get here?"

"Your hair grows pretty fast, huh?" Tang Sanzang tilted his head, pondering as he spoke.

As soon as the Black Bear Monster heard this, he turned around and bolted!

The next moment, a large hand pressed down on the back of his neck, pinning him to the ground, and his black short fur danced in the wind...

In the end, a fist soared into the sky, while a bald, chubby figure covered his butt and shot up into the sky!

After a while, at the seaside of Mount Putuo, in the purple bamboo forest, a slick, chubby figure sat there staring at his crotch, sobbing and cursing, "This is too much, way too much... Not a single one left!"

...

Meanwhile, in front of the purple bamboo forest, Mu Zha, trembling, led Tang Sanzang to the presence of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Guanyin Bodhisattva also looked at the bald man in front of her with a wary expression and slightly furrowed her brows, thinking, Why isn't this bald guy going to the West to fetch the scriptures, and instead running to my place?

Knowing she couldn't manage the matter of him intercepting business halfway, Guanyin Bodhisattva had given up.

So, she chuckled and said, "Fellow Daoist, what brings you to my Mount Putuo?"

Tang Sanzang scratched his bald head and said, "Err... My disciple uprooted the Ginseng Fruit Tree of the Immortal Zhen Yuanzi, and I heard you have quite an abundance of 'reviving water', so I specially came to ask you for a few buckets."

Hearing this, Guanyin Bodhisattva almost fell headfirst from her lotus throne. She bitterly smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, you might not know this, but the water from the Jade Clean Bottle is very rare, even a few drops are hard to come by, and here you are asking for buckets... Where would I even find that for you? Besides, we are neither kin nor close, basically, we're somewhat adversarial, so why should I help you?"

Tang Sanzang tilted his head and said, "Because I have done you favors."

Guanyin Bodhisattva became puzzled, their encounters were few and definitely couldn't be considered as having favors, grievances perhaps, but not favors.

Guanyin Bodhisattva smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, I really don't recall when you ever did me a favor."

Tang Sanzang said, "I've done you two favors."

Guanyin Bodhisattva grew even more puzzled, "I truly don't remember; please, do tell."

Tang Sanzang held up a finger and said, "First, when you and those headache-ridden monks ambushed me, I didn't kill you. Does that count as a favor?"

Upon hearing this, the faces of Guanyin Bodhisattva, Mu Zha, and others darkened instantly!

Damn, does that even count as a favor?

That sounds more like a grudge!

But considering this bald thief's power, and his glorious record of having killed Manjusri Bodhisattva, there's some logic to what he's saying.

Although Guanyin Bodhisattva wanted to deny it, she had a feeling that if she did, this guy would definitely use force to prove his point, and if it came to that, at best she'd be thrashed, at worst, reincarnated...

Therefore, Guanyin Bodhisattva decisively chose to change the subject, "And the second time?"

Tang Sanzang held up a second finger and said, "This time I didn't steal your bottle, nor did I hit you. Does that count as a favor?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva and Mu Zha felt as if countless curses were racing through their minds. So this guy didn't come for help; he came to rob! Not robbing them counted as a favor...

What kind of messed-up logic is that!

But they didn't dare to refute because they feared provoking this guy who seemed a bit slow, and he might just prove his point with violence, stealing before discussing...

Guanyin Bodhisattva had apparently figured it out, this guy was just a troublemaker.

Today, she had to lend the bottle whether she wanted to or not, for who could overpower him, right?