Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

The grass-headed god said in a whining tone, "Boss Dog, that doesn't mean you can rob me."

"What do you mean rob you? I'm borrowing, and I plan to return it," said the snarling dog.

While reluctantly pulling out a jar of fine liquor, the grass-headed god complained, "The problem is, ever since we met, you've only borrowed and never returned…"

"I will return it, what's the rush? The sky isn't falling, is it? Hurry up and hand it over, or the meat will get cold!" The snarling dog snatched the jar and dashed into the teleportation circle, disappearing from sight.

Just after the snarling dog left, a man in silver armor approached and asked, "Where did that damn dog go?"

Upon seeing him, the grass-headed god hurriedly greeted, "Greetings, Second Master! The snarling dog was invited by King Buffalo to go down to the lower realm for some meat."

Yang Jian, furrowing his brow, muttered, "That dead buffalo doesn't have a very good reputation… Oh well, let him be. That damn dog causes trouble every day; it's good for him to be tricked once in a while."

At that, Yang Jian suddenly laughed and casually said, "Speaking of eating meat, I hope it's not dog meat he's after."

However, Yang Jian clearly saw this as a joke and didn't take it seriously; he shook his head and walked away.

Meanwhile, King Buffalo put down the jade pendant and then shouted, "Tang Sanzang, don't you just want a bite of good meat? I'll find you some, and that's that!"

Tang Sanzang was taken aback, "You're finding it? The ingredient I want is top-notch; are you sure you can find it?"

"Exactly as they say, 'after three rolls in dog meat, even immortals can't stand straight'. What I have for you is a dog that has lived for tens of thousands of years!"

"This dog is precious! To raise him, it's ginseng fruit for food and peaches for treats, and occasionally a few kilograms of Jadescent Nectar liquor!

And mind you, this dog has cultivated—never missed a fight or training.

Tell me, with such a fine ingredient-fed dog, how could the taste of its meat be wrong?"

With shining eyes, Tang Sanzang asked, "Are you sure you raise dogs like that?"

"Absolutely sure! Very sure, and he's going to be here soon," shouted King Buffalo.

Slapping his hand, Tang Sanzang declared, "If there's really such a dog, I promise to eat and then leave!"

"Rest assured, it absolutely exists!" shouted King Buffalo.

Tang Sanzang turned to Wujing and asked, "What's the best way to eat dog meat?"

Wujing handed over a piece of unused paper that clearly read: skinning the dog's face, soy-braised ribs, red braised meat, hand-torn dog meat dipped in sausage, cold dog meat, oven-roasted dog offal, steamed dog tail, stir-fried dog whip[Note, methods depend on the size of the dog whip]...

At a glance, there were at least twenty formulas!

Basically, if it's from a dog, it was accounted for.

Very pleased, Tang Sanzang nodded and said, "Nice, let's go with these recipes!"

Zhu Ganglie warned, "Master, I still feel it's best not to take it too seriously. Although the world is full of strong beings, those who raise dogs in such a lavish manner are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. I always feel like that creature in the cave is tricking us, just stalling for time…"

"Master, I think so too. After all, a good dog like that is not easy to find," said Wujing.

Before Tang Sanzang could reply, a voice came from the distance, "Excuse me, folks, can you tell me how to get to the Golden Helmet Mountain, Golden Helmet Cave? This damned place, not a single mountain god or land god in sight…"

Everyone looked over and was stunned, thinking, "I'll be damned, there really is a dog!"

They saw a fat, healthy big black dog with shiny fur, wearing two jars of liquor around its neck, approaching from afar. The dog had the air of a ruffian, glancing around dismissively, much like a city kid discovering the countryside—everything seemed novel yet beneath his notice at the same time.

The big black dog looked at the group, clearly inquiring.

Instinctively, the group pointed in the direction of the Golden Helmet Cave.

At that moment, the Celestial Hound realized something was off about the people he had asked for directions—they were a bit odd.

There were several monks, one with a head as shiny as a Luminous Pearl, sporting a dumb yet adorable look that just screamed 'punch me';

one four-meter-tall strong man was burning fire in a huge black pot, with a three-meter-tall pig squatting beside him, helping out.

A white horse seemed relatively normal...

The key issue was that these fellows had an eerie look in their eyes... all staring at him intently, eyes glowing, mouths drooling...

The Celestial Hound frowned and muttered, "So they are a bunch of idiots..."

After saying this, the Celestial Hound headed towards the Golden Helmet Mountain.

"Master... dog, dog, dog!" Zhu Ganglie exclaimed excitedly. He not only recognized that it was a dog but also that it was the Celestial Hound!

He finally understood which dog the King had been talking about—it really fit the description the King had provided!

"I know, I know, stop pulling at me!" Tang Sanzang said excitedly as he chased after the dog.

Just then, the Celestial Hound abruptly turned around, only to see several idiotic drooling monks staring straight at him. He frowned and said, "What are you all mumbling about? What, you got ideas about your daddy dog's treasure? I advise you to drop the thought early, otherwise... the consequences of infuriating Daddy Dog, you won't be able to handle..."

Bang!

A stick struck the Celestial Hound on the head from behind!

The Celestial Hound staggered, turned around, and cursed, "Who hit me?!"

Turns out it was the dumbest-looking adorable monk!

Tang Sanzang looked at the stick in his hand that had broken, "Tough head."

"Nonsense, I trained with Second Master in the Eight Nine Profound Art, tough against beating!" the Celestial Hound yelled.

Clang!

A rake struck the Celestial Hound on the head, sparks flying high.

The Celestial Hound turned around again to see that pig holding the rake, his face immediately darkened, "Is sneak attacking all you guys know how to do?"

Bang!

Another stick hit him on the head.

The Celestial Hound was truly enraged, turning back to the persistent adorable bald monk and roared, "You don't think that a mere stick can knock me out, do you? You're too naïve! With just you losers, even hurting me counts as my loss!"

Pfft—

"Ow... ow—ow uh… cough cough..." The Celestial Hound's body suddenly tensed up, limbs stiff, pupils dilated, he struggled to scream, then slowly turned his head back.

There, the burly man with a face that seemed eternally honest, was squatting on the ground, his demon-subduing quarterstaff halfway inserted into... the Celestial Hound's rear.

"You've gone too far!"

The Celestial Hound was furious! Experience more on empire

Bang!

A rock hit the Celestial Hound on the head.

The Celestial Hound turned around only to see the adorably dumb bald monk smiling gently at him, "Not passed out yet?"