Upon hearing this, Tang Sen immediately thought of the phrase 'helping a tyrant do evil'.
In his previous life, this term was merely an adjective, but now, in this Journey to the West World where gods and demons ran rampant, this term had become completely tangible.
Tang Sen sighed, then turned and picked up his pig-slaughtering knife, walking towards the headless tiger.
"Hmm?"
Sun Wukong was startled, "What are you doing?"
"Eating, of course!"
"I haven't had lunch or dinner yet, aren't you hungry?"
Tang Sen turned his head to look at Sun Wukong, a puzzled expression on his face.
Sun Wukong: "... ... ... ..."
This Monk was indeed insane; his future actions could not be measured by common sense.
Didn't he wonder how this tiger demon had so brazenly become the chief of Tiger Temple Village?
"Buzz!"
But just then, a golden light suddenly illuminated the tiger's head that Tang Sen had kicked apart.
A very majestic-looking Old Monk slowly emerged from above the tiger's head.
He immediately saw Tang Sen, who was using a pig-slaughtering knife to skin the tiger.
"Where did this wild Monk come from, daring to touch the merit of my Huasheng Temple?"
"Hmm?"
Tang Sen looked up, full of doubt, "What do you mean, 'your merit'?"
The Old Monk's expression darkened upon hearing this, "Did you not see the mark of my Huasheng Temple on this tiger demon's head?"
"This is a merit demon beast raised by my Huasheng Temple; yet you, without permission, brazenly seized it. What kind of logic is this?"
"Merit demon beast?"
Tang Sen couldn't quite understand what that term meant.
"Hehe!"
Sun Wukong's cold laughter came from behind him.
"It means they let them loose here to manage mortals for them, and at the same time, accumulate karmic power as monsters!"
"It's like people raising pigs and sheep; it's the same principle. When pigs and sheep are fat, they can be slaughtered for meat. When this tiger demon kills many people here and accumulates rich karmic power, this Monk comes to kill him to gain Heavenly Dao merit."
Tang Sen understood.
He turned his head to look at the Old Monk floating in the sky, whose face was filled with uncontrollable rage, and gave a precise evaluation.
"So it's an evil deviant path!"
"As the saying goes, evil deviant paths are to be punished by everyone. I am a virtuous Monk, a good person who has cultivated for ten lifetimes. Seeing such evil, I naturally must see it through to the end."
As Tang Sen spoke, he had already walked to the tiger demon's head. He reached in and took out a golden glowing collar from it.
This collar had been worn around the tiger demon's neck before.
The Old Monk's phantom had emerged from this very object.
Behind him, Sun Wukong, upon seeing the collar, involuntarily showed a hint of disgust in his eyes.
But Tang Sen, without hesitation, directly threw the object on the ground and then stepped on it.
"Bang!"
The collar burst into a great golden light, making Tang Sen's foot feel somewhat numb.
"Hmph!"
"Ignorant wild Monk, this is a demon-locking ring bestowed by the Buddha Kingdom. Even if an Immortal from heaven came, they wouldn't dream of destroying it, you...!"
"Bang!"
Before he could finish speaking, a golden light suddenly burst forth from Tang Sen's body, instantly suppressing the golden light from the collar. At the same time, he raised his foot again and stepped down.
"Boom!"
It was as if the earth was shaking, and rumbling sounds emanated from all directions.
Then, the golden demon-locking ring exploded into a sky full of golden light under Tang Sen's foot.
These golden lights swirled around Tang Sen, and eventually, they were slowly absorbed into his body.
"Crack, crack!"
After a quarter of an hour, Tang Sen finally slowly opened his eyes. He moved his limbs, and his bones immediately let out crisp cracking sounds.
Feeling the abundant power within his body, Tang Sen's eyes gleamed, and he involuntarily licked his lips.
The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Skill given to him by the system was truly amazing!
It could even absorb the energy of this object. After absorbing this object, his strength had directly doubled compared to before.
"I've grown stronger!"
Tang Sen muttered to himself, full of vigor.
But soon, he touched his bald head with a touch of melancholy.
"Too bad, I've also gone bald."
Behind him, Sun Wukong, who had witnessed the entire process, was filled with indescribable shock at this moment.
This Monk, in his opinion, was simply a monster!
No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see any cultivation on this Monk, but the strange golden light on his body was terrifyingly strong.
No matter how strong the opponent was, once suppressed by the golden light on his body, their only fate was to be blown apart.
Most importantly, this golden light seemed to be able to devour all things, making him stronger.
Sun Wukong had traveled all over the Four Main Continents in the past few hundred years, and his knowledge was far beyond what it used to be, but he had never heard of such a powerful divine ability in this world.
Even the Eight Nine Arcane Art, the top-tier body-refining cultivation method practiced by Erlang Shen, was far inferior.
If he had to make a comparison, Sun Wukong felt that Tang Sen at this moment was somewhat similar to the legendary, extinct Witch Tribe.
"If only this one separated soul of mine could cultivate this divine ability...!"
Sun Wukong couldn't help but lick his lips, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.
"Monkey, do you know where that Huasheng Temple is?"
At this moment, Tang Sen had already gone back to deal with the tiger demon's corpse with his pig-slaughtering knife, and at the same time, he turned his head and asked another question.
"I do!"
"It's right on the way to Chang'an, but do you really want to go?"
"That's the Buddhist's territory?"
Sun Wukong asked with a chuckle.
"It seems that even within my Buddhist, there are scoundrels!"
"As Golden Cicada of the Buddhist, the future Tathagata Buddha of Sandalwood Merit, how can I stand by and watch these parasites ruin the reputation of my Buddhist?"
Tang Sen said with a determined expression.
Sun Wukong's expression became strange again upon hearing this, "Monk, you might not have understood my meaning. I mean that Huasheng Temple is one of the six hundred eighty-six temples of the Buddhist in Southern Jambu Continent, and it is guarded by Arhat Dharma Idols within."
"The actions of the Monks inside are all approved, and even instigated, by the Arhat Dharma Idols."
Upon hearing this, Tang Sen's face immediately showed a look of sudden realization, "I knew that Old Monk couldn't be so arrogant; so it turns out he has someone above him!"
"Hmph, indeed, when an organization grows large and life becomes good, some people's ideologies become corrupted. As the second disciple of the Buddhist, the future leader of the Buddhist, I have a responsibility, and even an obligation, to root out these degenerates within the organization."
"As for that Arhat, I want to see what his identity is. Is it as strong as my identity as the Buddhist's second disciple!"
Sun Wukong almost burst out laughing when Tang Sen said he was the future leader of the Buddhist.
Not to mention that this guy was not Golden Cicada at all; even if he were, it would be impossible for him to become the leader of the Buddhist.
The current Buddha of the Buddhist was Tathagata Buddha, the future Buddha was Maitreya, the Ancient Buddha was Dipamkara Buddha. No matter how you ranked them, it would never be Golden Cicada's turn!
However, he didn't say much. He really wanted to see how far this little Monk's limits could go!
After all, since he was ambushed by Tathagata Buddha in the Western Heaven, his separated soul had been reborn and cultivated countless times, but he had never recovered his peak strength.
He hadn't even reached half of his strength.
Those lackeys of the Buddhist all had a dog's nose, and for some reason, they could always discover his whereabouts.
But the Tang Sen he met this time sparked a strong interest in him. He realized that Tang Sen should be a variable for him, and following him might lead to some unexpected gains.
Besides, a mere Huasheng Temple, just an Arhat Dharma Idol.
To Sun Wukong, it was truly nothing.
By the time they reached Huasheng Temple, his strength should have recovered quite a bit. Even if Tang Sen ultimately couldn't defeat the opponent, he would be able to control the situation and not alarm the attention of the Buddhas of Spirit Mountain.