Chapter 692: Chapter 692

Deep in the mountains and forests below, Tang Sanzang shivered and said, "Wukong, do you think there are evil spirits in these mountains and forests? I feel a chill, as if shrouded by some kind of malevolence."

Wukong chuckled and said, "Little monk, I think you’re just sick and need treatment!"

"Amitabha Buddha – the humble monk is not sick and is in very good health."

"Hmm..." Wukong’s expression shifted, and he cried out in alarm, suddenly soaring into the sky, standing above the horse carriage, watching a massive Demon Cloud surge forward.

"Bajie, Wu Jing, be on guard, there really are evil spirits."

The horse carriage immediately came to a stop, and Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing leapt off, vigilantly holding divine weapons as they faced forward.

A Demon Cloud descended from the sky, appearing in front of the horse carriage were hundreds of little monsters and a Little Demon King. He had a face like powdered jade and lips like painted vermilion, dressed in a brocade battle skirt and holding a Ten-foot Fire-tipped Spear – indeed, a strikingly handsome young lad.

Sun Wukong landed from Cloud Head and playfully joked, "Whose child are you, pretending to play at robbery?"

The Red Boy turned his eyes, stuck the Fire-tipped Spear into the ground, and with a mischievously smart salute, said, "Son of the Bull Demon King, Red Boy, greets Uncle ~"

"Hmm..." Sun Wukong’s eyes widened in monkey surprise, the son of the Bull Demon King? He immediately stepped forward and helped Red Boy up, exclaiming: "You’re Brother Niu’s child? How have I never met you before?"

Getting up, Red Boy smiled warmly and said, "Uncle, I’m only three hundred years old. When you were under Lianhua Mountain, I was not yet born, so you do not know me, nor have I seen you, and we’ve never acknowledged kinship."

Sun Wukong rubbed Red Boy’s head and laughed heartily, "Who would have thought Brother Niu’s child has grown this much, and you’re so sensible, it’s truly rare."

Red Boy didn’t mind at all, and with a brilliant smile, said, "I heard Uncle was passing through my territory, so I came with my followers to welcome you."

Turning his head curiously towards Tang Sanzang and the others, he said, "Uncle, are they the legendary Tang Sanzang, Marshal of the Heavenly Canopy, and General Juanlian?"

"That’s right, it’s them!" Sun Wukong beckoned, proudly calling, "Come, come and meet Old Sun’s little nephew."

The White Dragon Horse pulled the carriage over, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing also looked curiously at Red Boy. Throughout their journey, they had met many demons, but this was the first time they encountered a demon that came to recognize kinship.

Red Boy adorably called out, "Greetings to second uncle, greetings to third uncle!" The most update n0vels are published on NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Zhu Bajie laughed heartily, "Polite nephew, here, second uncle has a gift for you." He extended his hand and a Spiritual Pearl condensed in his palm, handing it over, "This is the Heavenly River Water Pearl, refined from the essence of the Heavenly River Water, able to command all waters in the world, here’s a gift for you."

Red Boy’s eyes brightened, with an unexpected gain, he said modestly and shyly, "Second uncle, how could I accept your gift?"

The surrounding little monsters all secretly glanced at Red Boy, seeing a new side to their Little Demon King.

Zhu Bajie directly pushed the Heavenly River Water Pearl into his hand, unconcerned, "It’s a trifle, not worth much, consider it a meeting gift."

"Many thanks, second uncle!"

Sha Wujing also extended his hand, revealing a stone in his palm that sparkled with starlight, he said honestly, "I can’t compare to second brother, but I give you this Star Meteor Iron. It can be used to forge Divine Artifacts."

"Many thanks, third uncle!" Red Boy accepted the meteorite iron, then turned to look at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong thought for a moment, noticing that both his junior brothers had such fine items to give, he couldn’t lose face. Extending his hand, he revealed a peach pit in his palm and slapped it into Red Boy’s hand, chuckling, "Good nephew, this is a Flat Peach kernel, my treasured collection, nurture it well and maybe you can grow a Flat Peach Tree."

Red Boy twitched his lips, not buying the story – if Flat Peach Trees were so easy to cultivate, the whole Primordial World would be full of them by now. With a warm smile, he said, "Thank you, uncle, I will cultivate it well and invite you to eat Flat Peaches in the future."

"Great! By the way, what’s your name?"

"I’m called Holy Infant, Niu Shengying, also known as Red Boy."

"Holy Infant, nice name."

After exchanging gifts, everyone felt a bit closer to each other.

Red Boy sincerely said, "Uncle, we are almost at my Cave Mansion. Please move forward and come to my abode so that I can properly host you and wash the dust off the road for my uncles."

"Lead the way, nephew!" Sun Wukong agreed without hesitation.

Moments later, Red Boy brought Tang Sanzang and his disciples into the Fire Cloud Cave. A grand banquet was set up inside the cave mansion, with the Mountain God and the Land acting as accompanying guests.

Inside the Fire Cloud Cave, the noise was deafening, filled with the pervasive presence of Demons. Bursts of strange cries and hearty laughter echoed one after the other.

At the banquet, Tang Sanzang was terrified as he looked around at the densely packed Evil Spirits. He tightly clenched two talismans hidden in his sleeve just in case.

Having encountered many Evil Spirits recently, this was the first time he had been received so cordially. He couldn’t help but feel that something was amiss.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, on the other hand, had no worries. They were feasting heartily. With Red Boy calling them ’uncle’ so sincerely, such a well-mannered Evil Spirit must be a good one.

Tang Sanzang whispered, "Bajie, Wu Jing, be careful. We are in the nest of Evil Spirits now!"

Zhu Bajie finished a bowl of wine in one gulp and called out loudly, "Master, don’t worry, Old Pig is careful."

A black line formed on Tang Sanzang’s forehead. Can’t you speak more quietly? He gave Red Boy an amiable smile across the table and explained, "I was just reminding my disciples not to drink too much. Buddhists should abstain from alcohol."

Red Boy said innocently with a smile, "Saint Monk, your two uncles have had a hard journey obtaining the scriptures. You should be kinder to them.

Now that you are in my Fire Cloud Cave, let those rules and regulations go for a bit, and relax properly."

Zhu Bajie nodded repeatedly and said, "Master, what the Holy Infant is saying is right! Even a child understands this. How come you don’t get it?

Drink up – I toast to you."

Tang Sanzang was speechless, cursing in his heart, Drink up! Drink up! May you get drunk to death.

Sun Wukong, curious, asked, "Holy Infant, isn’t my Brother Bull Demon King at Cuiyun Mountain? How come you’re here?"

"Ah~" Red Boy let out a deep sigh, saying sadly, "Uncle, my home is gone."

"What?" Sun Wukong exclaimed, quickly asking, "What happened? Did something happen to my Brother Niu?"

"They are fine. It’s just that my father and mother’s relationship has problems. They are quarreling every day at home and even fighting. Caught between them, I am suffering, so I came to Kusong Stream, declared myself king of the mountain, and at least I avoid the heartache from seeing their troubles."

"Hmm~" Sun Wukong scratched his head, I don’t understand matters of the heart either. The Taoist Scriptures don’t tell me what to do about feelings. Looking up, he asked, "Little Monk, what should we do now?"

Tang Sanzang, lost in thought, blurted out without meaning to, "Kill them, kill them all!"

Red Boy suddenly stood up, angrily exclaiming, "How dare you, Tang Sanzang! I treat you with good intentions, and you wish death upon my parents."

Red Boy’s loud shout reverberated throughout the Cave Mansion, silencing all the Demons, Evil Spirits, Mountain Gods, and Lands. Many from the Demon Clan glared fiercely at Tang Sanzang.

Despite his small stature, Red Boy carried an imposing aura as he stared down Tang Sanzang.

Realizing his blunder, Tang Sanzang’s expression changed, and he quickly stood up to say, "Misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding. What I just said was..."

"I’ve heard that monks do not lie; who are you speaking of? Who do you wish to kill?" Red Boy demanded.

Tang Sanzang was at a loss for words, his gaze flickering. Can I admit I wanted to kill an Evil Spirit? Never mind, the prohibition against alcohol has already been broken, one more false word won’t hurt. He honestly apologized, "Forgive me, Your Majesty. I had too much to drink just now and in my dazed state, I saw the Evil Spirits that once sought to kill me. That’s why these spiteful words came out. Please forgive this transgression, Holy Infant King."

Sun Wukong shot Tang Sanzang an angry glare, then tried to placate the situation, "Nephew, Tang Sanzang must have been sleepwalking just now. You are a ruler in your own right, do not bother with him, a mere ordinary man."

Red Boy snorted coldly, "If it were not for my uncle’s sake, you would not be spared today."

Tang Sanzang kept bowing, remorsefully saying, "Thank you, thank you, Your Majesty!"