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

"It's so hot," Bajie said, holding his shoulder pole with one hand and wiping his sweat with the other. "Why is it getting hotter the more we walk?"

"If you keep going like this, your belly will melt."

Tang Shan, swaying on the horse's back, said: We are almost at the Flaming Mountain, it would be strange if it is not hot.

Wukong turned back from the front of the team and said, "Don't worry, those intestines inside you won't turn into water and flow out. What will flow out will definitely be oil."

Sha Monk: "Hahaha, what Big Brother said makes sense."

Bajie pouted. The load on his body kept slipping because of sweat, and he had to keep weighing it.

The sand under their feet was getting hotter and hotter, and several people were walking faster and faster, with sparks coming out of their feet.

The hair on Wukong's body was soaked with sweat, like a drowned monkey.

He thought that even though he had great magical powers, he still felt the heat and unbearable heat, so how could his mortal master bear it?

He led Tang Shan off the horse.

"Master, the further we go, the hotter it gets. Why don't we stop and rest while I go see what's going on?"

Before Tang Shan could answer, Bajie dropped his burden and sat down on the ground.

The weather was hot and his mouth was dry. Doing hard work in such weather really exhausted him.

It was just, "Ouch, my butt is burned."

As soon as he sat down, he shot up like a spring, slapping his hands on his butt.

The ground was like a teppanyaki grill, burning hot.

Sha Monk put down his burden and wiped his sweat, sighing, "It's clearly the beginning of autumn, but why is it getting even hotter?"

He found a water bottle from his luggage and handed it to Tang Shan: "Master, drink some water to moisten your throat."

Tang Shan reached out to take it, but handed it to Wukong beside her.

"Since you're going to explore the road, drink some water first, otherwise you might get a heat stroke and no one will take care of you."

Then she took out a tissue and wiped the sweat off Wukong's face.

Wukong was flattered and held the kettle in his hands. He didn't dare to move and obediently let his master wipe the water on his face.

Bajie, who was standing by, was so envious that his eyes almost hit Wukong's face.

"Master, I am thirsty too. I also want to wipe the sweat off my face."

The monkey was just in front of me and doing nothing. It was so hard for me to walk while carrying the luggage weighing hundreds of pounds.

The soles of my feet were almost blistered, as were my shoulders.

Sha Seng silently took out a crumpled tissue from his left trouser pocket and said, "Second Brother, let me wipe it for you."

Bajie quickly grabbed his wrist and took the tissue from his hand. "Lao Sha, how many times have you recycled this tissue?"

Normally, the tissues they usually use are pure white, but this one clearly has a few yellowish stains, and the whole piece of paper looks like the face of a centenarian, with wrinkles crisscrossing across it.

Lao Sha thought for two seconds and answered seriously, "Master used it once to wash his face, and then used it to wipe his hands after it dried. Usually, the third time he used it was to go to the toilet. Since you were in a hurry to wipe your sweat, he used it the fourth time."

He explained: "This paper towel will turn a little yellow after being exposed to the sun for a long time. It's not a problem. It will definitely be clean."

Bajie: You’ve used it twice and it must be clean. Do you have any misunderstanding about the definition of clean?

Besides, if you do this, I will feel like a cheap working person.

"Lao Sha, are we going bankrupt? Can't you just replace the paper towels when they run out?"

Considering how much gold, silver, and jewelry my master usually collects, even if he is not the richest man, he is at least a wealthy man in the area. Is it necessary to be so stingy?

After wiping the sweat off, Wukong, who had turned back into a refreshing monkey, took a few sips of water and said, "It's up to you to wipe it off or not. Don't worry about it, Lao Sha."

You pighead are just being pretentious. We are here to seek Buddhist scriptures, do you really think we are here to enjoy the scenery?

Bajie pouted and picked up his kettle to drink water with a wronged look on his face.

The weather was hot, and several people were very angry.

Tang Shan: System, make some iced watermelon or iced bean paste.

System: I have been expressly forbidden to provide you with food.

Tang Shan: It’s okay. The main system just says that you are not allowed to provide it yourself, but you can go to the book-crossing system next door to grab it.

For example, in Dream of the Red Chamber, there are a lot of food and drinks.

The emotionless system said in a cold tone: Don’t you know why I can’t provide food?

Now you want me to grab another system, are you planning to make me completely useless?

Tang Shan: I was wrong. Don’t be angry. If you get sick from anger, no one can replace you.

system……

While Tang Shan was concentrating on chatting with the system, Wukong had already flown to a place dozens of miles ahead to check.

As I passed by a small path, I saw an old man walking below.

Afraid of scaring the old man, Wukong pinched his fingers and transformed himself into a handsome young man before jumping down from the clouds.

"Old sir, this is my first visit here. How can it be so hot even in autumn?"

When the old man heard that the man was from out of town, he laughed and said, "Sixty miles west of here there is a Flaming Mountain. The flames spread over eight hundred miles. How can it not be hot?"

Wukong was surprised and asked, "Is there never a time when it's cold?"

"It's scorching hot here all year round, so how can we have four seasons?"

After Wukong resigned from his post, he immediately flew back to where he came from.

It would be difficult to cross the westward journey with such a huge Flaming Mountain blocking the way.

At this time, Tang Shan was taking off her robes and changing clothes.

Bajie covered his eyes, his fingers showing a few cracks, "Master, shame on you."

How could he change clothes in broad daylight in front of his apprentice?

Tang Shan tilted her head slightly, a cold light flashing in her eyes, "If you keep pretending to be cute, I'll let Kong Kong beat you to death with a stick."

Bajie said again without fear of death: "Master, I'm afraid."

Tang Shan...

Sha Monk: "Master, is it too hot to wear the robes?"

Tang Shan had just zipped up her clothes and was now wearing a modern outfit made of silver-white reflective fabric.

This piece of clothing is the latest technology clothing that I just got after bargaining with the system.

The silver-white threads on the clothes can absorb solar energy and convert it into electricity to activate the cooling or heating system inside the clothes.

The temperature can be adjusted freely, ranging from 15 degrees to 30 degrees.

The sleeves and bottoms of the pants are made of tight spring style, which can effectively lock the cold or heat inside the clothes.

The outer fabric is waterproof, windproof and sun-proof, and is a high-tech trial product that has just been developed.

It’s a pity that only one set can be provided for the host, otherwise Wukong and the others would have worn them as well.

Tang Shan, who had just put on her clothes, couldn't wait to turn on the 18-degree cooling button, and immediately felt several streams of cold air gushing out of her body.

Phew~ It feels so comfortable. I feel like I’m alive again.

Tang Shan: This is what I should learn. How can I let myself get too excited?

system……

You really won't let yourself suffer at all.

Bajie looked at the silver-white reflective object in front of him, with only a bald head and feet swaying back and forth.

"Master, you are planning to blind us so that you can go and learn the scriptures by yourself."

"Shh~" Tang Shan found a place to lie down, "Master, please take a nap first."

Bajie:?

The sand is so hot, and you're just going to lie down like that?