Journey to the West: Monks do not tell lies, they only rob

The bandit leader was stunned by Tang Shan's serious shout.

He and his brothers had been robbing here for so long, and this was the first time they encountered someone who pulled out weapons to resist.

He squinted his eyes and looked carefully. Bajie's rake looked like a plow used for hoeing fields.

Sha Seng's magic staff is like a toy bought by a street kid for fun and play.

As for Wukong's golden cudgel, it looks quite heavy, but it is just a stick after all.

He turned his gaze to Tang Shan again. This monk was unarmed. Although he looked heroic, he might be weak inside.

Things have come to this point. If I let them scare me, I will no longer be able to be the leader of the stronghold.

The bandit leader laughed and said, "You are a man of integrity. If you dare to resist, you will have to bear the consequences yourself."

At this time, Tang Shan smiled without saying anything. She just lowered her head, took out some dried fruits and candied fruits from her bag and started eating.

Wukong knew that his master was asking them to go ahead and do it.

"You little thief, if you don't listen to my master's kind advice, don't blame me, Old Sun, for using violence."

He rushed forward, swinging his staff, "Brothers, let's practice."

"Good Le!"

At once, the three disciples rushed forward, weapons swung.

This group of bandits numbered about twenty or thirty people. They thought that since they had more people on their side, they would not be afraid of those who were fewer in number.

The bandit leader yelled "Charge!"

Each of his men held up a weapon, trying to be the first to receive the credit.

The spiked rake, which the bandit leader mocked as a hoe, cut the mace in his hand in half.

It looks effortless, cutting through iron like mud.

Bajie patted his belly and laughed out loud, "Hahahaha," "You dare to challenge us, you're courting death."

The bandit leader was horrified and threw the remaining half of the mace in his hand towards Bajie.

Then he took out a shiny and sharp knife from his back.

This knife was a sharp weapon that he had paid a lot of money to have the best blacksmith forged. He usually didn't want to use it, but today he had to use it.

Just as Bajie turned his head to avoid the attack, he caught a glimpse of the bandit leader raising his sword and slashing at him in the face.

Humph, if the tiger doesn’t show its power, do you really think I’m a silly and cute little cat?

He swung the rake at the leader's legs, and he fell to the ground with the knife.

Bajie, carrying a rake, looked down at the bandit leader on the ground like the god of death.

With every step he took, the bandit leader felt more frightened.

"My dear, I was wrong, I was wrong, please don't kill me..."

"I have parents and children to support, and I was forced to do this. I swear, never again! Don't kill me!"

He instinctively raised his arms to block Bajie's incoming rake.

Clang, huh?

Bajie raised the sword that was pierced by the rake with a wicked smile, "See? You are as useless as your sword."

Suddenly, a foul smell came from the air, and the inner thigh of the bandit leader's pants was wet.

No need to guess, everyone knows it's some kind of orange-yellow liquid excreted by the human body...

Bajie sniffed and found that the leader on the ground was scared to pee.

He pointed at the leader and laughed even more unscrupulously.

"You're such a coward."

The bandit leader was shocked, frightened, ashamed and angry. If he had known this would happen, he should never have provoked these monsters!

He looked back and saw all his brothers lying on the ground in a mess, each of them covering their bodies and wailing.

It's over, it's over.

Seeing the dejected look on his face and knowing that the situation was hopeless, Bajie immediately lost interest in teasing him.

The three disciples gathered again around Tang Shan.

Wukong: "Master, I don't know how much innocent people's blood these people have on their hands. Why not just kill them directly?"

Let them die to atone for their sins, so that they won’t commit evil and bring harm to others in the future.

Tang Shan knew very well that if they were just ordinary monks passing by, they would have been left dead in the wilderness by now.

This group of thieves really cannot be left alive, but since I am a holy monk, I can't just say to kill them so bluntly.

The disciples thought that their master was compassionate and could not bear to kill, so they did not urge him and waited for his decision.

When the bandit leader heard that Wukong was going to kill them all, he was so scared that he crawled to the feet of the White Dragon Horse with tears and snot.

He kept kowtowing, "Holy monk, you cannot kill."

Driven by the instinct of survival, the bandit leader's brain is frantically searching for an excuse to save himself.

"Buddha said that it is never too late to put down the butcher knife and turn back. I," he patted his chest, then turned around and pointed at his brother lying on the ground.

"We have all laid down our butcher knives. We will never dare to do it again. Please give us a way to live, holy monk."

After he spoke quickly, he began to kowtow loudly.

He didn't even dare to raise his brows, for fear that he would see the men above him raise their weapons and kill him.

Tang Shan lay on the horse's back with a funny look on her face. This bandit leader was really adaptable.

The bandit leader knelt on the ground nervously, his head buried in the mud.

He suddenly remembered that Xiao Yang's home was not far from here, where his father and wife lived.

When monks come here, they must seek food and shelter from others. As the saying goes, one should be grateful for what one has received and one should be soft-hearted when one has eaten.

Old Yang didn't want his son to die either. If the honest farmers could persuade him, perhaps he could save his group.

"Holy, holy monk, my younger brother Xiao Yang's home is not far away. Why don't you come back after you have eaten and drunk enough to discuss how to deal with us?"

He raised his head slightly in a flattering manner and looked at Tang Shan's face humbly.

As soon as the topic of food came up, Bajie's stomach started to growl. "Master, I think his suggestion is feasible."

Wukong hit him in the stomach in annoyance, "Aren't you afraid of being poisoned?"

"Oh, I wouldn't dare, even if I had a thousand guts, I wouldn't dare to poison you grandfathers."

He lowered his eyelids, and a hint of cunning and viciousness flashed in his eyes. It turns out that he can also poison people.

Why didn’t I think of it just now!

If Lao Yang fails to persuade them later, I will poison their food, and the money will still be ours.

Bajie clutched his stomach and pleaded, "Look, he said he doesn't dare anymore. Master, let's go there and have a meal."

Tang Shan: It would be too easy for them to be beaten to death like this.

I have to think carefully about how to deal with these twenty or thirty evil people.

She smiled and nodded, "Since you're hungry, let's find a place to rest."

The bandit leader repeatedly said "yes."

Tang Shan asked, "Is it far?"

“Not far, not far, just next door”

"Oh~" Tang Shan nodded, as long as it's not far.

Who knew the bandit leader hadn't even finished his words, "It's on the next two hills, in the fourth room opposite the toilet."

Tang Shan:?

Disciples: ???

The bandit leader walked in front, leading the way, his heart filled with ecstasy, constantly calculating and perfecting his poisoning plan.

The brothers behind supported each other and kept up, groaning in pain as they walked all the way.

Tang Shan and the others were not afraid that they would run away, because their two broken legs could not allow them to run a few steps.

"Hey, here I am! Right there!"

Tang Shan looked back and saw that there really was a toilet...

The bandit leader excitedly rushed forward and knocked on the door, "Old Man Yang, Sister Yang, Xiao Yang is home."

Sha Seng was puzzled: "Master, why is he so excited? If you don't know him, you might think he is Xiao Yang."

Bajie laughed frivolously, "What do you know, Lao Sha? Maybe he's just happy to see his sister-in-law!"

When Xiao Yang behind him heard this, his face turned pale instantly.

Could it be that his wife really had something shady going on with the boss?