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

Cuiyun Mountain is more than 1,200 miles away from the old man’s home, and Wukong arrived there in the blink of an eye.

However, just as Wukong flew away, Tang Shan suddenly remembered that she also had a palm-leaf fan.

When Tang Shan was searching the bed of King Jinjiao, she found a small banana fan with a golden leaf under his pillow.

So she quickly dug it out of her pocket.

There were so many treasures that they had snatched along the way, and Tang Shan only cared about the gold, so she had long forgotten about this small fan.

Tang Shan flipped and threw the things while Sha Seng and Xiao Bai were responsible for picking them up from behind.

Old man: A small cloth bag can actually hold so many things. It seems that Laojun’s friend is a god.

At this moment, he was moving a stool and sitting next to the air conditioner outlet, enjoying this wonderful moment to the fullest.

"Found it!" Tang Shan said in surprise. She held it up and looked at it carefully.

Bajie came forward and asked, "Master, how come you also have a fan?"

"Fan?" Upon hearing this, the old man stood up and walked quickly to the two of them.

"Yes, they look quite similar, but the color..." He lowered his eyes and thought, "The Banana Fairy's sword seems to be green."

Bajie laughed, "You don't understand, old man. Green is the natural color of the leaves. Ours is covered with gold powder, so it must be more precious than hers."

The old man was overjoyed. If that was the case, wouldn’t the fire be put out now?

When Tang Shan heard Bajie's nonsense, she immediately took his fingers and started scratching the fan.

Bajie: "Master, what are you doing?"

Tang Shan said seriously, "Scrape off the gold powder."

Bajie...

The old man might not be able to be fooled, but the master was the first to believe it.

He leaned over to Tang Shan's ear and whispered, "Don't shave, I'm just trying to appease the old man."

Even if it is real gold powder, I won’t be able to use my fingers after scraping them off.

Although both are called banana fan, what Tang Shan didn't know was that King Jinjiao's golden banana fan was also called Yang fan, which was used to fan the fire when making elixirs.

Just fan it gently and a big fire will come out.

For Laozi, this fan has the functions of a lighter and matches.

But if you fan the Flaming Mountain a few times, it is equivalent to pouring a ton of accelerant on the stove.

That spectacular scene, wow, it makes my heart explode just thinking about it.

The old man didn't even have time to turn on the air conditioner in the house. The villagers outside were still enduring the scorching heat, so he had to ask the monk to fan the fire.

"Holy monk, look, we have the fans, why not go now?"

"Ah?" Tang Shan touched her bald head awkwardly, "But I can't fly."

Do I have to sit in a helicopter wearing a life jacket?

Bajie patted his chest and assured, "I'm still here!"

It's such a simple job, and Monkey is not here. By then, I will be alone and everyone here will fall at my feet, hahaha.

Sha Seng and Xiaobai looked at each other. When did he become so active?

Tang Shan placed the fan in Bajie's hands half-believingly. Before leaving, she asked one more question: "Zhu Ba, you're not going to run away with my fan, are you?"

Bajie:?

Why would I run away with just your fan?

Even if you want to run away, you have to divide the pile of gold, silver and magic weapons in your pocket fairly.

"Master, in your eyes, am I this kind of person?"

He looked at Tang Shan eagerly and said, "Just tell me, is that right?"

Tang Shan: A pig-head is acting cute in front of me, I want to punch him.

System: Hold on! Your beloved disciple's character cannot be destroyed!

Emmm, although you usually talk a lot, at least don’t commit domestic violence.

Tang Shan tried to force a smile: "Go, my dear disciple, don't let me down."

Bajie: Master’s smile seems so forced, it seems like there isn’t much sincerity in it.

The old man knelt down and said, "Thank you for your kindness, monk. I will ask the villagers to raise some money for incense."

Bajie grinned, "I didn't expect you, an old man, to be so sensible. When did you realize that my master loves gold? That's all."

When Bajie turned his head to look at Tang Shan, he happened to see her eyes that looked like she wanted to kill someone.

I didn't say anything wrong, what's wrong?

Tang Shan helped the old man up. "Life is not easy. These are just a small effort for me. How can I be worthy of the words 'great kindness and great virtue'?"

As a fake monk, I really don't deserve it.

Even though I knew he was an NPC in the book, the person standing in front of me was so real.

During this long journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures, she gradually integrated into the role of Tang Sanzang.

There were tears in Sha Seng's eyes. He knew that his master had a compassionate heart and never accepted a penny from the common people.

For a moment, Sha Seng, Xiaobai and the other four glared at Bajie, saying, "Look at you, you keep talking nonsense all day long."

Bajie: No one likes me, huh, I'm going to be a fire-fighting hero.

He picked up the palm-leaf fan and flew towards the Flaming Mountain.

The old man happily informed his neighbors of the news and asked everyone to prepare buckets of water.

Xiaobai: "Master, is it really okay to let Second Brother go alone?"

He is usually lazy and doesn't seem very reliable.

Sha Seng suggested, "How about I go along and take a look?"

Tang Shan nodded, "Go if you want to."

At this time, Bajie was just above the Flaming Mountain. The mountain was red and the scorching heat had curled up the pig hair on his body.

The sweat on my body was pouring down like rain, and soon my clothes were soaked.

Bajie looked around and saw that everything around him was desolate, with no trace of birds or animals. It seemed that he was the only flying pig nearby.

The sweat on his palms caused the fan to slip and it almost fell into the fire, which scared Bajie so much that his soul flew away.

"Get bigger, get bigger, get bigger." Bajie kept urging the fan in his hand.

As a result, the size remains unchanged.

Bajie scratched his head. Could it be that this fan required a spell to activate? Why didn’t the master tell me?

He thought about it and decided to reason with the banana fan.

"I'm Marshal Tianpeng, and I'm an acquaintance of Laojun. Please give me some face."

"My senior brother is the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. If you don't be careful, he will beat you up."

Finally, "If you don't grow bigger, I'll have Master scrape all the gold dust off your body. You know he dares to do that."

As soon as he finished speaking, the banana fan suddenly grew larger.

Bajie...

He gripped the handle of the fan tightly, aimed it at the crater and fanned it hard. A huge flame instantly shot up dozens of meters high.

Bajie couldn't avoid it in time and had half of his bangs burned off, making his whole face look like it was covered with soot.

"Cough cough~" He couldn't help coughing, and black carbon powder came out of his mouth.

His entire face, even his teeth, was black, leaving only his two eyes moving around.

The fire below burned even more vigorously, and the leaping flames seemed to welcome Bajie to fan it a few more times.

The temperature suddenly rose several degrees, and Bajie couldn't stand it anymore and flew back the way he came.

He happened to meet Sha Seng who came looking for him.

"Who is this monster that dares to steal my master's palm leaf fan?"