Screencasting of All Worlds Starts from Dragon Ball

At night, Sun Wukong used his magical powers to stir up a strong wind. The wind howled and blew away all the lanterns containing children. The lanterns swayed in the wind, like stars, and were brought by Sun Wukong to the base of the Tiandi Moshen Linghui Alliance Army, which was a hundred miles outside Xiaoer City. Sun Wukong told the alliance army to take good care of the children, and then returned to the hotel in Xiaoer City.

"Wukong, how are you?" Xuanzang asked with concern when he saw Sun Wukong returning.

"Don't worry, Master. Everything has been settled and the allied troops are looking after them. Everything will be fine. Tomorrow, when the king learns that all the children were blown away by the wind, he might urge the White Deer Spirit to find a solution. Then the soldiers will come to capture you and use your heart and liver as a medicine." Sun Wukong jokingly said.

Xuanzang shook his head slightly, smiled helplessly, and said: "Wukong, please don't tease your master. This White Deer Spirit has done many evil things. If it is really as you said tomorrow, we must deal with it properly and not let innocent people continue to suffer."

Zhu Bajie then muttered, "Humph, this monster is really abominable. When I catch him, I will definitely teach him a lesson."

As the night passed, the atmosphere in Little Children's Town became increasingly tense. The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone on the streets, but could not dispel the pervasive haze. The next morning, the king learned that all the children had been blown away by the wind. As Sun Wukong had expected, he flew into a rage. His face, already pale from illness, was now even more gloomy, and his anger was like a volcano about to erupt. The king immediately urged the White Deer Spirit to find a solution.

Bai Lu Jing was secretly shocked. He never expected that things would change so suddenly. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his mind was quickly thinking of a countermeasure. But he quickly calmed down, and a vicious plan came to his mind. Bai Lu Jing said respectfully to the king: "Your Majesty, don't panic. I have a plan. Tang Monk and his disciples passed by our country. Tang Monk is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi. He is a good man who practiced for ten lifetimes. His heart and liver must be more precious than those children's livers and can be used as a medicine."

After hearing this, the king's eyes lit up, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness. His eager eyes revealed a crazy desire, and he immediately ordered troops to capture Xuanzang.

"Please come with us, Master." The leading soldier said loudly when the soldiers arrived at the inn.

Xuanzang had a calm expression, put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I don't know what crime I have committed to be arrested by the king."

The leading soldier had a blank expression on his face and said loudly, "Master, please don't ask any more questions. The king has ordered you to follow us to the palace." Sun Wukong snorted and said, "Alright, I want to see what tricks you can come up with. If he dares to harm Master, I will make him pay."

"I'm sorry, but His Majesty the King said that only the wizard can go alone," the soldier added.

When Sun Wukong heard this, he immediately flew into a rage, his eyes widening like bells, "How dare you! I am here, how can I allow you to bully my master?"

Zhu Bajie also shouted, "That's right, I, an old pig, won't agree." His round body trembled slightly, and he held the rake tightly in his hand, as if he was ready to fight at any time.

Sha Seng held the magic staff tightly and glared at the soldiers. His resolute eyes revealed his determination not to give in.

Xuanzang raised his hand to signal them to be quiet, and said slowly: "Wukong, Bajie, Wujing, don't be impulsive. Since the king has ordered, I will go with them. I don't think they dare to do anything to me."

Xuanzang smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with determination, "Wukong, I believe in karma. If there is any danger, there will be a way to resolve it."

Seeing this, the leading soldier urged again: "Master, please."

Along the way, Xuanzang's face was calm, like a calm lake, without a single ripple. He silently recited Buddhist scriptures in his heart, and the melodious scriptures echoed in his heart, giving him strength and courage. The people on the street watched Xuanzang being taken away by the soldiers, and their hearts were filled with worry and fear. When they arrived at the palace, the king sat high on the throne, his face full of anger. His majestic face seemed a little distorted because of anger at the moment, and his eyes flashed with madness. The white deer spirit stood aside, with a smug look in his eyes. His slender eyes narrowed slightly, as if everything was under his control.

"I wonder why His Majesty the King asked me to come here?" Xuanzang asked calmly.

The White Deer Spirit, the father-in-law of the King of the Bhikkhu Kingdom, came out with a cunning smile on his sinister face. "His Majesty the King is seriously ill, and he was going to use the 1,100 boys as medicine, but the strong wind last night blew away all the lanterns that were guarding the children. Master, you are a good man who has practiced for ten lifetimes. Your heart is as good as the 1,100 boys as medicine. Master, you are kind-hearted, why don't you offer your heart and liver to the king as medicine?"

Xuanzang frowned slightly, put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, my heart is for Buddha, it cannot be used as a medicine guide. Moreover, using human heart as a medicine guide is really an evil way. Your Majesty should stay away from such evil thoughts and find another good doctor to treat you."

The king was even more furious when he heard this. He slammed the table and stood up, causing the items on the table to fall. "You bold monk, I am the king of a country. My life is at stake, and you dare to disobey my order. Come, arrest this monk."

The soldiers immediately stepped forward, but as soon as they approached Xuanzang, they were blocked by the Buddha's light emanating from Xuanzang's body and could not get closer. The Buddha's light was like a golden shield, emitting a sacred light.

"You daring monster, I can tell at a glance that you are not human. You actually used humans as medicine and you still don't surrender." Xuanzang's eyes shone with golden light, and the Buddha's light on his body became stronger. His majestic voice echoed in the palace, like a huge bell.

The Buddha light behind him turned into a huge arm, grabbing directly at the White Deer Spirit. There was a large swastika in the center of the palm, emitting a sacred light.

Seeing this, the White Deer Demon's face suddenly changed. His originally smug expression instantly disappeared, replaced by fear and panic. He hurriedly retreated, trying to avoid the huge palm. However, the huge arm transformed by the Buddha's light was extremely fast and approached the White Deer Demon in an instant.

At this critical moment, a burst of black evil spirit suddenly erupted from the White Deer Spirit. The evil spirit was like black smoke, filling the entire palace. The White Deer Spirit tried to resist the attack of the Buddha's light, but the Buddha's light seemed to have infinite power, easily penetrating the evil spirit and tightly grasping the White Deer Spirit.

The White Deer Spirit struggled in fear, making strange cries: "Let me go! How dare you, a monk, ruin my good deeds."

The king was stunned on the throne. He never thought that this seemingly kind father-in-law was actually a monster. At this moment, his heart was filled with fear and regret. His trembling hands tightly grasped the armrests of the throne, as if looking for a sense of security.

Xuanzang's face was grim, and he said in a deep voice: "You evildoer, you are a disaster to the world, I will not let you escape today." As he said that, he increased the power of the Buddha's light, and the white deer spirit twisted its body in pain under the cover of the Buddha's light. The black evil spirit gradually dissipated under the pressure of the Buddha's light, and the struggle of the white deer spirit became increasingly weak.