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

A pig demon wearing a blue straight shirt, with a black face, short hair, a fat head and big ears suddenly appeared.

The white dragon horse's eyes widened.

Why is there another monster here!

Is Mr. Gao’s house a den of demons?

One demon master might be enough to handle it, but if there's another one...

Gao Taigong and Gao Cai retreated tremblingly behind the horses' butts.

The holy monk's horse can talk, so it must have some magical powers.

The two shouted in unison: "Holy, holy monk, the pig demon, the pig demon is back!"

Tang Shan in the house was wearing headphones and listening to dynamic music, and was in the mood to beat people.

They had a lot of fun playing with sticks, whips, slingshots, etc.

The shouts from outside turned into cheers and applause in her ears.

Zhu Ganglie glanced around.

There was disgust and fear in the eyes of Gao Taigong and Gao Cai.

The sudden appearance of a white horse had a solemn expression, full of vigilance and scrutiny.

"Father-in-law, I am your son-in-law, how can you call me a pig demon?"

Haha, but you are just a pig demon.

No one spoke.

Zhu Ganglie was not annoyed and was about to walk into the house.

"Why are you all standing outside? Come in and have some tea and rest..."

Before he could finish his words, the White Dragon Horse transformed back into the appearance of the Third Prince of the West Sea.

Gao Cai screamed "Ah" and ran away with Grandpa Gao in his arms.

"Grandpa, hurry up! I'm afraid we can't go back to that house. It's full of monsters..."

Yulong and Zhu Ganglie looked at each other from a distance.

"Who the hell are you, you dare to break into my father-in-law's house!"

Yulong was almost laughing out of anger.

Who is the demon that broke into someone else's house?

Now the bad guy is talking about the good guy.

"I am the Third Prince of the West Sea. Your father-in-law personally asked my master to come and take you in."

Yulong gloated with a sarcastic smile on his face.

Zhu Ganglie was furious. "So what if you're a dragon? I'm still Marshal Tianpeng!"

"Your father, the Dragon King of the West Sea, has to be polite when he sees me."

He summoned the Nine-toothed Rake and said, "Today I'll show you who will take over."

Yulong immediately transformed into a dragon body and flew from the courtyard into the sky with a whoosh.

Fighting here might damage the house and hurt the master.

He led the pig demon away and thought of a solution.

The Jade Dragon kept shuttling through the clouds.

Zhu Ganglie, holding a rake in his hand, rode on the clouds and chased after him relentlessly.

It is said that Sun Wukong rushed to Lingshan Leiyin Temple without stopping.

The Arhat deity on duty saw it from afar.

Damn it, why is this monkey here?

"Great Sage, why are you here when you can't accompany Tang Sanzang to obtain the scriptures?"

The Arhat on duty raised his lips slightly.

"Look at what you said. My master asked me to come here this time."

Wukong straightened his back and spoke confidently.

He even emphasized the words "Master called him here".

He has a legitimate reason, and he is not fooling around, so he naturally has to be tougher.

The Arhat hurriedly asked, "Could something have happened to Tang Monk?"

So he called Wukong back to his hometown to ask for help.

Jin Chanzi is my future boss, and his affairs must not be neglected.

"Pah, pah, pah, that's nonsense. What can happen with me here?"

Wukong leaned over to the Arhat's ear and said, "Master has sent me here to fetch the scriptures."

Luohan frowned, "Did you fly here directly?"

"Of course, everyone knows that I can travel a great distance with a single somersault."

Wukong said proudly with his hands on his hips.

"That won't do. You and your disciples must be down-to-earth and go through hardships to get here to obtain the true scriptures."

Wukong's soul asked, "According to you, Master and I can't get this scripture without suffering a little?"

Is it because we don’t know how to cherish things that we get easily?

Or is it because it is too easy to get, and Tathagata is unhappy?

Isn't this definitely a way to trip up the people below you?

Luohan nodded, that's what I meant.

"Brother, do you know where the scriptures are?"

Wukong asked with a grin, his eyes constantly glancing towards the temple.

Arhat covered his mouth and whispered, "Don't look at it, that thing is under Tathagata's chair."

"Why, Tathagata's chair is uneven and needs to be stuffed with scriptures."

Arhat was so frightened that he quickly covered Wukong's mouth.

"My dear Great Sage, please don't shout so loudly."

"Take your claws away! He's done something so bad that I won't even say anything!"

"Great Sage, you should hurry back and help Tang Seng complete the eighty-one trials. Then you will naturally get the scriptures."

Luohan kindly advised, "Go back quickly."

Wukong flew away cursing.

It is said that Tang Shan did aerobic exercise in the house for more than half an hour.

As soon as I opened the door, I found the yard was quiet.

Even the white dragon horse disappeared.

Strange, where have all the people gone?

Inside the house, Tiger Pioneer was lying on the ground with a bruised face.

His clothes were tattered and his skin was beginning to crack.

"Why is this Bai Yulong so unreliable? He doesn't even care about the gold."

Tang Shan sat on the burden, yawning and feeling drowsy.

After a while, I fell into a drowsy sleep.

She muttered, "I just exercised too much, I need to rest well."

The little demon on guard in the distance had not seen Tiger Vanguard leading his men back for a long time.

When I got closer, I saw the monk dozing off on a load in the yard.

It was getting dark and the lights in the house were off.

The little demon vaguely saw a person lying on the ground.

They timidly slipped past Tang Shan.

"Brother, isn't this General Tiger?"

"Keep your voice down. Take the general away quickly."

Several people lifted up Tiger Vanguard's hands and feet and retreated carefully and cautiously.

"Brother, aren't we going to capture this monk together?"

"Is your brain filled with paste? Didn't you see that he beat Tiger Vanguard so badly that his mother didn't even recognize him?"

Are they just a few minions willing to be cannon fodder?

The lives of cannon fodder are also lives!

"I was wrong brother."

"Also, my mind is filled with respect and love for my brother."

Now, the other three were stunned.

The little demon who was called "brother" wished he could stuff the guy's mouth with a piece of dog shit.

"Huh? Why are there so many people..."

Tang Shan heard a rustling sound and struggled to open her eyelids to take a peek.

Then he fell into a deep sleep again.

After exercise, I sleep well.

The little demons were so frightened that their bodies were stiff, and their hands that were lifting the Tiger Vanguard were shaking.

I had already calculated in my mind that if there was any movement, I would immediately let go and run away.

Fortunately, Tang Shan said some nonsense and went back to sleep.

The little demons were thankful to have survived the disaster.

He raised the Tiger Vanguard and rushed towards the Yellow Wind Cave without stopping.

Several people felt a chill on their feet and a pair of eyes staring at them.

It is said that Zhu Ganglie and the Prince of the West Sea fought in the sky.

Zhu Ganglie was, after all, the Marshal of the Heavenly Troops, who once commanded 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals.

He can even perform thirty-six transformations and swing his rake with great power.

How could the Third Prince of the West Sea be his opponent?

At first, he kept dodging and negotiated with Zhu Ganglie for a long time.

Suddenly, Zhu Ganglie flashed and appeared in the clouds above the dragon to launch a sneak attack.

With one strike of the rake, the Jade Dragon roared and was knocked down into the clouds.

During the fall, he turned into a human body.

If it falls like this, at least the entire Gao Village will not be destroyed.

Bai Yulong is indeed the warm man recognized by Tang Shan.

At the critical moment of life and death, he still considers the problem of others' houses being smashed...