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Tang Sanzang stood up from the pot, looking down from on high at the old wolf as he said, "Who are you calling baldy?"

"Talking about you!"

The old wolf, adhering to the principle of striking first to gain the upper hand, howled and soared into the sky. He yanked a long spear from the void and thrust it straight at the bald head!

Tang Sanzang cocked his head, watching him ferociously. As the long spear neared, he swung his palm!

Smack!

The long spear shattered, and the old wolf was sent flying by the immense palm force, his body collapsing in mid-air, his Primordial Spirit exploding on the spot, dead and his Tao eradicated!

Seeing the old wolf, whose strength was comparable to Red Tiger, get slapped to death with a single blow, the pig chef and other little demons trembled with fear, wailing in their hearts, "Lord Red Tiger, you didn\'t bring back a dish to accompany the drinks, you brought back someone who will devour the entire feast!"

Having killed the old wolf, the murderous aura on Tang Sanzang\'s face disappeared in an instant, and he lazily sat back down in the big pot, yawning and pointing at another pot, "Go, heat that up, make me a good dish!"

The pig chef and the other little demons dared not refuse. With tears in their eyes, they ran over, collected the old wolf\'s body, stoked a great fire, and began to cook.

Meanwhile, outside the cave.

Huang Feng the Great King was also tangled up in a fight with Sun Wukong. Sticks shadows filled the sky, with Huang Feng the Great King stepping on yellow winds and swirling his steel fork like a wheel, somehow blocking all of Wukong\'s attacks, although clearly with some difficulty...

Sun Wukong, who hadn\'t moved his body in five hundred years, was becoming increasingly fluid in combat the longer he fought. His strength soared, and he was gradually overpowering Huang Feng the Great King!

"Yellow wind rascal, if you don\'t hand over my master, I will make you perish bodily and spiritually!" Sun Wukong bellowed, his strength surging yet again.

Unable to resist, Huang Feng the Great King hastily retreated, waving his hand and shouted, "All of you, attack!"

Upon the command, tens of thousands of little demons howled and charged at Sun Wukong.

Wukong laughed heartily, "Trying to overwhelm your Grandpa Sun with sheer numbers?"

As he spoke, Sun Wukong blew out a strand of hair from his fur, which transformed into countless duplicates of himself in the wind, each wielding a stick and attacking the little demons.

The little demons stood no chance against Wukong\'s avatars, quickly being knocked senseless!

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong\'s true self charged towards Huang Feng the Great King once more.

Huang Feng the Great King\'s eyebrows stood on end, and he bellowed, "You ignorant monkey, you don\'t know what\'s good for you! If you want to fight, I\'ll oblige!"

"Why all the nonsense, prepare to die!" Sun Wukong\'s staff came crashing down!

Huang Feng the Great King blocked with his steel fork, and the two were locked in a stalemate mid-air.

Just as Sun Wukong was about to exert more force, Huang Feng the Great King sneered, "This move was prepared just for you, and now it\'s yours!"

After saying this, he puffed up his cheeks and blew hard!

Whoosh!

Boom!

A tempest burst from his mouth, roaring like thunder, and the world turned dark in an instant amidst the howling winds!

The windstorm razed everything in its path, Sun Wukong\'s clones all dissipated into nothingness, tall trees were uprooted, soil and dust were scattered, rivers were reversed, and even Sun Wukong\'s fiery, golden eyes couldn\'t bear to stay open!

The wind was incredibly fierce, and not only the eight hundred li of Yellow Wind Ridge was devastated and in shambles, but from the Nine Heavens Bullfighting Palace down to the Hell\'s Hall of Senluo, everything was thrown into chaos.

On Mount Ling, Manjusri\'s blue-maned lion took the opportunity to flee in the confusion, and Samantabhadra\'s white elephant also slipped away.

The mount of the True Martial Great Emperor descended from the Northern Heaven Gate, and the Old Lord\'s green ox left its pen...

It could be said that with the rise of this wind, heaven and earth were thrown into chaos, and the eighty-one difficulties had officially begun!

That\'s why, the several deities had previously told Tang Sanzang that the King of Yellow Wind heralded the start of the eighty-one difficulties, precisely because of this reason.

When the wind stopped, Sun Wukong was still standing in the same spot, but he couldn\'t see anything clearly. His eyes stung with a burning pain, tears flowed incessantly, and even his divine sense had been damaged, unable to perceive the changes around him.

Seizing the opportunity, the King of Yellow Wind attacked, his steel fork striking, forcing Sun Wukong to repeatedly retreat.

It was at this moment that the King of Yellow Wind lowered his voice, "Monkey, all this is but a grand play, why take it so seriously? Could it be that you are an imposter?"

Sun Wukong, baffled by what he heard, was about to reply when a cold laugh came from the sky, "King of Yellow Wind, you are mistaken! This Wukong is the real Wukong, but the Tang Sanzang you have captured is not the real Tang Sanzang!"

Upon hearing this, not only was Sun Wukong shocked, but the King of Yellow Wind also jumped in fright.

The two of them retreated and created some distance, both turning to look at the speaker.

They saw the attendants of Six Ding and Six Jia, the deities of the Five Directions, following a young Taoist approaching them.

The King of Yellow Wind frowned, "Hui An Traveler? Six Ding and Six Jia, deities of the Five Directions, what are you doing here? And, what did you mean by what you just said?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong called out, "Could it be Avalokitesvara\'s disciple, the Hui An Traveler Mu Zha, and a group of hair spirits?"

Mu Zha chuckled, while the Six Ding and Six Jia and the deities of the Five Directions collectively darkened their faces, for how did they become hair spirits?

However, they were too lazy to argue with this monkey and hummed to express their dissatisfaction.

Mu Zha returned the greeting, "Great Saint, long time no see."

Sun Wukong said, "Never mind that, what did you mean by what you just said? What do you mean \'this Tang Sanzang is not the real Tang Sanzang\'?"

Mu Zha replied, "Both of you might not know, but it was a demon monk who sprang out of nowhere and reached Five Fingers Mountain first, impersonating Tang Sanzang to rescue the Great Saint Sun. While the real Tang Sanzang, the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada, has just recently arrived near the Avalokitesvara Zen Temple!"

The King of Yellow Wind frowned, "No wonder I felt that the timing was off, it turned out to be a fake Tang Sanzang!"

Sun Wukong, however, did not mention this, but instead scoffed, "So you say it\'s fake, and it\'s fake?"

Mu Zha said, "Great Saint, I\'m not the one to judge true or false. However, since birth, the real Tang Sanzang has been under the covert protection of the Six Ding and Six Jia and the deities of the Five Directions. They have been following Tang Sanzang closely, they couldn\'t possibly mistake the person, could they?"

Sun Wukong was left speechless...

At this time Zhu Ganglie, leading the white horse, arrived and heard these words, exclaiming, "What? I, Old Zhu, have actually been following a fake Tang Sanzang?"

Mu Zha, the King of Yellow Wind, and the others all nodded in agreement.

Zhu Ganglie was immediately angered and about to say something when he caught Sun Wukong glancing back at him. Although Sun Wukong couldn\'t see anything, his authority was still present, scaring Zhu Ganglie into silence.

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, "What\'s all this about real and fake? My agreement with the Bodhisattva was, whomever released me from Five Fingers Mountain would be my master. In fact, it was this Tang Sanzang who freed me, granting me my freedom; thus, he is my master!"