Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge
Chapter 1080 - 631

After all, those strong figures enslaved by the Main God Giant Light Ball already had rebellious thoughts long ago, otherwise, Wang Buchou wouldn't have been able to escape in the previous life.

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

Having comforted his crowd of wives and concubines, Chen Sanzang was already preparing to set out on the Westward Journey for scriptures from the Great Qin Empire.

He had no choice; after returning from the Great Qin Heavenly Prison, not only did Old Xi inform him that the Westward calamity had fully begun, but Emperor Shi also urged him to start the journey.

Even more shameless was the Bodhisattva Guanyin, who dragged him into the Dream Space every few days for intimate scripture discussions; if anyone didn't know better, they'd think the two of them were engaging in romantic folly in the Dream Space!

Certainly, inside the Dream Space, Chen Sanzang was repeatedly brainwashed by the Bodhisattva Guanyin.

If Old Xi hadn't been keeping his head clear, Chen Sanzang believed he would have long been indoctrinated into a fool by the Buddhist Sect!

"Damn it, if I didn't know the Bodhisattva Guanyin's previous incarnation was a Ci Hang Daoist and he's actually a man turned woman, commonly known as a she-male, I'd have done him!"

After leaving instructions to his wives, concubines, and children, Chen Sanzang took out the treasures he obtained over the years, handing them over to his numerous wives and concubines, and instructed them to take good care of the family business. Then, he packed his bag and walked out of the mansion.

The first stop was naturally to rescue Little Kongkong.

How can he establish his Buddhist Sect underworld influence without some hired muscle?

Isn't Little Kongkong a rare super enforcer?

As his number one follower, he's worth cultivating, Chen Sanzang believed that after his training, knocking the Tathagata Buddha on the head wouldn't be a problem!

"Step by step across the mountains and rivers, isn't someone supposed to give me a white horse?"

Leisurely strolling out of the Great Qin Capital Xianyang City, Chen Sanzang suddenly realized, where's his horse?

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

He couldn't be blamed for swearing; not even giving him Tang Seng's standard White Horse, how is he supposed to fish out the Little White Dragon while passing through the Yingchou River?

No White Dragon Horse, does he really have to walk step by step towards the Western Heaven?

As a dignified Taiyin Golden Immortal, he could fly for a few days and nights to reach Leiyin Temple and complete the scripture quest, should he really walk like a fool?

Or maybe ride a monkey or a pig to the Western Heaven?

Thinking of the image of riding Little Kongkong or Little Piggy, Chen Sanzang shuddered; it's too damn lacking in dignity.

In Heaven and Earth, with countless Immortals and Buddhas, no one's mount is a monkey or a pig!

"The White Dragon Horse might not be available, but getting a temporary mount is still possible. Sanzang, would you prefer a pig or a fish demon as a mount?"

Old Xi's voice carried a teasing tone.

"Why isn't there a White Dragon Horse? How can my dashing White Dragon Horse not exist? Without Tang Seng on a white horse, how can I charm those female demons?"

Chen Sanzang was extremely displeased; although someone riding a white horse isn't necessarily a prince, him riding a white horse is Tang Sanzang!

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

Zhu Ganglie is Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad's man, Sha Wujing is the Jade Emperor's man; having them as mounts isn't a bad choice, right?

Who says Tang Sanzang must accept them as disciples?

"Have you ever seen an Immortal's mount as a pig or fish? Wouldn't that make me the laughingstock among my peers? Do I not need dignity?"

Chen Sanzang retorted angrily.

"You can switch to other mounts, you know? For instance, if you fancy that female demon, just let her reveal her original form and have her carry you daily; ride her during the day for travel, and ride her at night for relaxation, isn't that right?"

Old Xi chuckled mischievously, proposing a lousy idea.

"That's not impossible, for example, the Jade-faced Fox; although Old Niu is quite a threat."

Chen Sanzang was instantly led astray by a certain system.

"With some careful planning on the Jade-faced Fox, there's a certain chance of her becoming a mount, but aren't the seven little spiders more fun to ride? Ride one daily, different colors every day, isn't that more enjoyable?"

"That's possible; it's heard that the seven little spiders don't have much background, directly wooing them as mounts seems promising."

Chen Sanzang wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, suddenly envisioning the scene in his mind.

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

A mere Little Demon King in the Taiyi Realm, just the right thing to transcend, and the corpse can be used to brew wine, can't be?

Seeing Chen Sanzang drool, Old Xi chuckled, starting to plot a grand scheme.

Just then, from not far away among the grass, a small tiger suddenly jumped out before it could roar and threaten, Chen Sanzang swiftly leapt and mounted the little tiger's back.

"A mere little demon is still fine as a temporary mount!"

In the original Journey to the West, when Tang Seng had just arrived at the Great Tang border, he encountered a fierce tiger.

Two attendants given by the Tang Emperor were eaten by this Little Tiger Demon, while he was saved by a hunter.

However, this hunter wasn't a good person but transformed by heavenly immortals who came down specifically for distributing merit.

Now within the Great Qin Empire, wild little demons are mostly behaving themselves, lying obediently in their territories, with absolutely no possibility to jump out and attack humans.

Therefore, this little tiger suddenly springing out must have been arranged by certain people.

So Chen Sanzang didn't show any mercy, directly sitting on the little tiger's back and slapped the tiger on the back of the head unceremoniously.

This slap wasn't light, directly sending the Little Tiger Demon seeing stars, it wobbled a bit before finally steadily itself.

The little tiger was sensible, knowing the person sitting on its back could perform great skills, so it obediently stood still, even whimpering softly and making itself look pitiful.

"Hey, are you feeling wronged now? Monk, I'm a high monk who's attained enlightenment, obediently serve as my mount for a while, or I'll transcend you!"

Chen Sanzang tapped the little tiger demon on the head, then gently swung his palm towards a nearby large tree, immediately, a strong wind began howling, dust and sand flew everywhere.

After the gust subsided, that large tree had already been broken into two, and its branches and leaves turned into scattered debris all over.

The little tiger shivered as its originally raised tail clamped beneath, its body shrinking down a bit to make its back more suitable for riding.

"Hey, can train you, little tiger, let's move."

Gently slapping the little tiger on the butt, the terrified Little Tiger Demon started walking carefully, with no trace of bumpiness, so much so Chen Sanzang felt no movement at all.

"Behave now, walk slowly, and the monk will give you a chance later."

Chen Sanzang nodded with satisfaction, then directly lay down on the broad tiger's back, and the backpack he carried was hung on the tiger's tail.

"Old Xi, can you detect any abnormalities around?"

Inside the Sea of Consciousness, Chen Sanzang asked the system solemnly.

"How can there be no abnormalities? Just stepping out of the Great Qin Capital Xianyang City and encountering such a Little Tiger Demon, don't know which foolish immortal designed this calamity, don't even bother using their brains."

Old Xi complained while converting the detected anomalies into a video, showing Chen Sanzang.

In the high sky, a figure hid among the clouds, dumbfounded watching the leisurely little tiger carrying Chen Sanzang forward.

This immortal, with three eyes on the forehead, who else could it be but the Erlang God?

Chen Sanzang's mouth twitched.

He never expected that Erlang God would do such a foolish thing.

"Has Erlang God offended someone? Didn't anyone inform him that Monk practices cultivation?"

After all, he's already a Taiyin Golden Immortal, not much different from Erlang God, isn't this guy doing any homework beforehand?