The white mouse spirit lay prostrate on the ground, speaking with great sincerity, expressing her willingness to follow Master Xuanzang's group, to serve as a slave and maid, without any complaint whatsoever.
Looking at the white mouse spirit before him, Jiang Liu's brow slightly furrowed, yet his heart secretly sighed.
The Great Thunder Monastery, what kind of place is that? The dojo of Tathagata, the holy land of the Buddhist Sect.
Yet, in Jiang Liu's eyes, this Buddhist holy land always seems to produce demons!
For example, the Yellow Wind Monster before, adept at the Samadhi Wind, not weak in skill, but in reality? It was because he had secretly consumed the clear oil from the colored glaze cup, descending to the lower realm as a demon.
Then he was attracted by my barbecue, eventually subdued by me, and even went to the Heavenly Court's Empress's Glycyrrhiza Garden and the Demon Realm in search of chili peppers.
