The Great Bandit of Journey to the West

Chapter 3 Animal Creation Technique

"A monster? What monster?"

The black donkey spoke in human language, and it was none other than Zhao Ping'an's voice.

Hu Meiniang trembled with rage, gritting her teeth as she said, "Zhao Ping'an, you still say you're not a monster!"

As she finished speaking, a thick fox tail emerged from behind her skirt, and her originally charming and beautiful face transformed into a ferocious fox face with bared fangs.

"Mmm~"

Zhao Ping'an was so frightened that he let out a donkey-like bray.

"Monster! Jiang Feng, save me!!"

The next instant, a gust of wind suddenly blew open the wooden door, and Jiang Feng stepped in, bathed in moonlight.

He glanced at the amulet placed beside his pillow, shook his head slightly, and sighed helplessly at Zhao Ping'an: "Sigh, a few words of nonsense and you've forgotten who you are. You really are a stupid donkey."

Zhao Ping'an sprinted up behind Jiang Feng, but suddenly felt something was wrong with his body. He looked down at his four donkey hooves and almost fainted on the spot.

"Ouch! How did I turn into a donkey?!"

He trembled with fear, poked his donkey head out from behind Jiang Feng, and glared hatefully at the fox demon before him, shouting, "This monster ate my Meiniang and turned me into a donkey! Jiang Feng, you must avenge me and Meiniang!"

"You idiot, the fox demon in front of you is Hu Meiniang. She specifically transforms into human form to drain your yang energy!"

Jiang Feng slapped the donkey on the head, too lazy to pay him any more attention, and glared coldly at Hu Meiniang.

"I have already given you three chances. The first was the Buddha light I emitted when we first met, the second was the amulet I gave Zhao Ping'an, and the third was your awakening of conscience and your desire to sincerely repent."

"If you could just seize even one chance to let Zhao Ping'an go, I might... I might leave you with a whole corpse!"

Hu Meiniang was so angry that she trembled all over.

What a load of bull! No matter which option I choose, you're still going to kill me, aren't you?!

"I believe I have never offended you, so why did you and this donkey demon set a trap for me?"

Seeing Hu Meiniang's furious shouts, Jiang Feng couldn't help but snort coldly.

"You're about to die, and you still don't realize where you went wrong. Those five men who went missing in Zu'an County these past few days, weren't they all victims of your cruelty?"

Hu Meiniang's face gradually turned cold: "Hmph, so he's just a hypocritical exorcist, here to avenge those lustful men."

"This is just one of your sins!"

As Jiang Feng spoke, a rare look of anger appeared on his face: "Your biggest crime is that you've caused panic in the county, making the pilgrims who regularly visit our temple afraid to come up the mountain to donate incense money!"

"Do you know how I've spent the last two days? Two whole days, and we haven't received a single copper coin in our temple's donation box. You know, before you harmed people, our temple was bringing in over a dozen copper coins every day!"

Hu Meiniang: "@#￥%￥#@……"

At this moment, the turmoil in her heart was indescribable.

Are you out of your mind? You're willing to risk your life to exorcise demons for just a dozen or so copper coins a day?!

Zhao Ping'an, who was standing nearby, was taken aback and said with some doubt, "That doesn't make sense, does it? Aren't all the worshippers at the Wishing Temple gone because of your own actions?"

Jiang Feng: "..."

After a moment of silence, he suddenly erupted: "Shut up! You insolent idiot! I am a Buddhist disciple, always mindful of compassion. How could I possibly torment pilgrims? I was helping them through their tribulations, helping them, don't you understand?!"

Seeing Jiang Feng's unfriendly expression, Zhao Ping'an was so frightened that he quickly shut his mouth.

Ah yes, yes, yes, you're right about everything!

Jiang Feng seemed to get a little angry. Before anyone else could speak, he pulled out a dagger and pointed it at Hu Meiniang: "You're dead today! Even Buddha couldn't save you! I said it!!"

Hu Meiniang was on high alert, and a powerful demonic force gathered in her right hand, confronting Jiang Feng, who was holding a dagger.

A tense atmosphere gradually spread throughout the room, and even the breathing of everyone could be heard clearly.

After a standoff lasting about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Jiang Feng seemed completely unaffected by the demonic power, maintaining his attacking posture without moving an inch, and not even breaking a sweat.

In contrast, Hu Meiniang's right hand, which was gathering demonic power, was already trembling slightly, and she seemed to be unable to hold on in this tense atmosphere.

"what!"

Finally, unable to withstand the pressure any longer, she roared and swung her claws fiercely at Jiang Feng's neck!

Four powerful demonic winds, like sharp blades, tore through space and arrived at Jiang Feng's neck in the blink of an eye. With a soft "plop," Jiang Feng's head was severed at the neck, and his skull rolled to the ground.

"Um??"

Seeing the head roll to her feet, Hu Meiniang was immediately stunned.

No, she won already?

Could it be that this monk is just a pretty face with no substance?!

Just as she was overjoyed, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. Looking down, she saw a piece of a vajra emitting Buddhist light piercing through her heart from behind!

At the same time, a vast magical power instantly coursed through her entire body, freezing her in place and rendering her completely immobile.

Looking at Jiang Feng's head at his feet, it had somehow turned into a round wooden stake, and even his body had become firewood!

At this moment, Jiang Feng's figure slowly emerged from behind her and circled around to the front of her.

Seeing Jiang Feng unharmed before her, Hu Meiniang's pupils constricted.

Feeling her life force rapidly draining away, her voice was filled with despair: "Impossible, how could you be behind me? This is impossible..."

Looking at Hu Meiniang's incredulous expression, Jiang Feng slowly said, "Don't look like you died with your eyes wide open. To deal with you, I used puppetry, concealment, and invisibility techniques, and even used the only true magic weapon in our temple—the Ten Directions Demon-Subduing Pestle."

"You deserve to die by my hand, it's not unjust at all."

"Oh, I almost forgot, I also used a creation animal spell!"

After saying that, he clapped his hands lightly.

With a muffled "plop".

After a puff of white smoke, Zhao Ping'an, who had turned into a black donkey, actually returned to human form!

Upon discovering he had returned to normal, Zhao Ping'an was utterly shocked. Looking at his hands and touching his body, he asked Jiang Feng in disbelief, "You turned me into a donkey? How did you do that? I didn't see you cast any spells on me!"

Jiang Feng hummed in agreement and explained, "My animal creation technique doesn't require spells. Anyone who eats the flatbread I make will turn into a donkey."

Zhao Ping'an's eyes lit up: "Do you have any leftover flatbread? I'll take it back for my dad, then we won't have to pay to rent a donkey to grind grain anymore!"

"??"

Jiang Feng was slightly taken aback, then exclaimed sincerely, "You don't forget your father even when you have food to eat. To have such a filial son like you, what incredible good deeds did your father do in his past life that angered both heaven and man...?"