Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

The immortals Huli, Luli, and Shuli were hesitant about Tang Sanzang from the start, suspecting there might be an issue with him; otherwise, no ordinary person would dare to act so brashly in challenging the three of them. That's why they were only exchanging insults to test the waters without actually making a move.

Now, hearing this proposal, the eyes of Huli, the Great Immortal, lit up. Seeking rain was his forte, not only could it determine superiority, but he wouldn't have to worry about being tricked to death. So, he exclaimed, "This method is excellent! It will show who is superior and who truly possesses mana in just one contest!"

The Grand Preceptor didn't want the situation to escalate either and chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes, this method is very good. It can benefit the world and determine who is greater without harming the harmony."

Everyone felt that with things having come this far, Tang Sanzang and his company would surely agree.

But then...

"I refuse!"

Tang Sanzang shouted at the top of his lungs.

Everyone was stunned and turned to look at the bald monk.

Tang Sanzang, rolling up his sleeves, declared, "This poor monk came here to fight, not to seek rain. First come, first served, let's fight first, then we can talk about seeking rain!"

Zhu Ganglie murmured, "I think Master is just craving a good fight."

Seeing Tang Sanzang's arrogance, Huli, the Great Immortal, infuriated yet trying to keep his composure, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Fine, fine, fine, you want a fight, do you? Come on then, I'll give you a fight!"

Clang!

With a loud crash, Sha Wujing immediately placed the huge black wok that was on his back on the ground, briskly set up a fire, and arranged the seasonings...

Instantly, all the civil and military officials present turned to look at Sha Wujing.

With an honest smile, Sha Wujing said, "My master likes his food fresh, and good ingredients should be enjoyed while they're fresh. Don't mind me, go ahead and fight, the pot's already heated up."

Cold sweat broke out on Huli, the Great Immortal's forehead, as he roared internally, "You bastards didn't come here to exchange passes, you came to eat me, right? There's definitely a trick!"

So, wiping the sweat from his forehead, Huli, the Great Immortal, said, "Tang Sanzang, I have thought it over again. I represent the Nation of Chechi, and you represent the Great Tang. For representatives of two nations, resorting to direct conflict is just too uncivilized."

Drooling a bit, Tang Sanzang replied, "Face can't be eaten as meat, no problem, I don't need it."

Upon hearing these words, everyone present had lines of frustration on their foreheads.

When others go out, they hold the honor of their country in the highest esteem, but this monk is different; he tosses it aside like an old shoe pad, willing to give it up for a bite of meat. Is he really a high monk from the East of the Great Tang, or could he be a swindler?

Huli, the Great Immortal, became even more certain that there was something wrong with this Tang Sanzang in front of him and was determined not to compete with him, lest he would be at a disadvantage.

Therefore, Huli, the Great Immortal, said, "Tang Sanzang, you may not care about the face of the Great Tang Nation, but I must care about the face of the Nation of Chechi. If you want to compete, let's compete in seeking rain. If you don't agree, then head west and let's part ways here."

Cocking his head, Tang Sanzang said, "The problem is, I don't want to choose either of your options. Now, I'll give you two choices, one is to pluck your hairs yourself and jump into the pot to stew; I promise I'll leave as soon as I'm full. The other is, I'll beat you to death and then leave full and satisfied."

With these words, Huli, Luli, and Shuli, the three Great Immortals, all became furious. This baldy was simply too presumptuous!

Just as the three immortals were about to explode, the Grand Preceptor stepped forward and said, "Great monk, this is the Nation of Chechi. Please, in consideration of our King's face, refrain from hostilities. We have no intention of causing you difficulties..."

Tang Sanzang had some fondness for the Grand Preceptor, as he was the only one who had spoken up for them from the beginning until now.

So, wiping his drool, Tang Sanzang said, "Since you've put it that way, then just..."

Before Tang Sanzang could finish speaking, Zhu Ganglie in a low voice said, "Master, we can't compete with them in seeking rain; we're really not up to it."

Sha Wujing asked, "Big brother, do you know how to seek rain?"

Sun Wukong said with a wry smile, "In the past, seeking rain wouldn't have been difficult, as I had good relationships with the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas and the Rain Deity. But today is different... we didn't follow their rules of the game, so it's like we're outcasts now. It's already good enough that they don't start a fight upon seeing us, let alone ask them to help with making it rain, difficult, difficult, difficult..."
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Zhu Ganglie said, "Master, you saw too. Should we…"

Tang Sanzang nodded, indicating he understood, and then said to the Tiger Power Immortal, "Then let's compete in praying for rain."

"What?!"

Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, Sha Wujing, and others looked at Tang Sanzang with astonished faces.

Tang Sanzang smiled at them and said, "Disciples, put your backs into it."

"It's not that, Master... We can't compete in that!" Sun Wukong communicated telepathically.

Regardless, the King of the Kingdom of Chechi had already given his approval, "Very well, then let it be a competition in praying for rain!"

Officials had already started preparing the altar and the items needed for the rain prayer; everyone was busy getting to work.

Sun Wukong and the others gathered around Tang Sanzang, "Master, I'm afraid we're going to lose this time."

Tang Sanzang looked unconcerned as he said, "So what if we lose?"

Zhu Ganglie anxiously said, "If we lose, then... then... then... it seems we'll just be a little embarrassed, nothing else."

Tang Sanzang spread his hands, "What's lost is Tang Sanzang's face, what does that have to do with us?"

The crowd was once again speechless, while silently sympathizing with Tang Sanzang.

Sun Wukong said, "Master, doesn't that mean we're sure to lose?"

Tang Sanzang replied, "Who said that?"

Sun Wukong looked puzzled at Tang Sanzang, "Master, do you know how to pray for rain?"

Tang Sanzang shook his head, "No."

Sun Wukong said with a bitter smile, "Then we can only pray that they also can't..."

Soon, an official riding at breakneck speed came to report, "The altar and everything else are ready, please, Grand State Preceptor, ascend the altar."

The Tiger Power Immortal didn't hesitate, getting up and heading towards the altar.

Sun Wukong called out, "Hey, where are you going?"

The Tiger Power Immortal answered, "Naturally, I'm going up to the altar to pray for rain."

Sun Wukong said, "Aren't you a bit too discourteous? Don't you understand the principle that a visitor should be shown respect? You don't even know to step aside for those who have come from far away?"

The Tiger Power Immortal wanted to say something else, but Sun Wukong waved his hand, "Alright, alright, the mighty dragon won't pressure the local snake. Suit yourself."

The Tiger Power Immortal had thought Sun Wukong would argue with him, but instead, Sun Wukong left him with such a provocative statement and walked away, which really got the Tiger Power Immortal's beard trembling in anger. He thought to himself, "These monks from the Eastern Land, not one of them is decent!"

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong ran back and whispered, "Master, next we can only hope that they fail to pray for rain, otherwise, we're certain to lose."

Tang Sanzang sat there cracking melon seeds and said indifferently, "Don't worry, they won't be able to bring the rain."

Sun Wukong looked puzzled at Tang Sanzang, but unfortunately, he was utterly unable to read anything from that naively charming face.

On the other side, the Tiger Power Immortal had already ascended the altar and cried out loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, watch for my command: at the sound of one clap, the wind will come; at two, clouds will gather; at three, thunder will roar simultaneously; at four, the rain will come; and at five, the clouds will disperse and the rain will stop."

Sun Wukong said, "I've never seen such a method of praying for rain before..."