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

Early the next morning.

All the male models and gigolos ordered last night disappeared, and Princess Iron Fan came out of the room with a happy face.

Just for that one night, she was like a fairy who had absorbed enough yang energy, her face was radiant, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Tang Shan picked up a small stool and sat at the door of the room where the gold was stored.

When Princess Iron Fan saw Tang Shan, she excitedly shook her hand and asked, "Holy Monk, where did you find so many handsome men last night?"

Tang Shan pretended to be profound, "The secret cannot be revealed."

Princess Iron Fan: I heard that there are many beautiful fairies in heaven. Could it be that these men are also male fairies in heaven?

I didn’t expect that the gods in heaven live such a comfortable life.

"Then holy monk, when can I see them again?"

Princess Iron Fan lowered her head shyly, her ears red as she asked in a low voice.

Tang Shan pretended to be embarrassed when she mentioned the Bull Demon King, "So you don't want your old black bull anymore?"

When Princess Iron Fan heard this, she became angry and said, "I won't serve you anymore."

Last night, those male models kept calling her "Sister, you are so beautiful." Now she is so confident that it's scary.

Tang Shan understood. As long as she liked it, it was good. Now it was time to discuss the price.

"Princess, look, we need this to invite those people over last night." Tang Shan rubbed her fingers a few times. Money, money, do you understand?

Princess Iron Fan remembered what the holy monk said last night that she could use the gold in this house to exchange for what she wanted, and she suddenly became interested.

Anyway, these things are not earned by hard work, so I don’t feel bad about spending them.

"Holy monk, if I want to see them again in the future, will I also need this much gold?"

Tang Shan nodded, "As for you, practice well in the cave and don't indulge in love. The Bull Demon King is not worth it. Let's make money and find more little brothers in the future."

"So how can I earn more gold?"

Princess Iron Fan asked anxiously, why not send someone to Moyun Cave to ask the fox spirit to send more things over in the future.

She usually earns money by fanning the fire in Flaming Mountain.

It would be better to expand the scope of business in the future and go to drought-stricken areas to fan the wind and bring rain. This way, you can earn income and accumulate merit.

When I become an immortal in the future, I will be able to see Nan'e every day, and it will be easier for me to find my son.

As for the Bull Demon King, let him and the fox spirit do whatever they want.

The holy monk is right, I want to be the only one who enjoys the beauty.

Poor Princess Iron Fan, she gave all the gold in the room to Tang Shan.

Moreover, she also helped Tang Shan pack the gold.

The system roared: Didn't we agree to take half of the gold? Did you take it all?

Tang Shan: Sorry, the middlemen make a profit from the price difference.

After a night of rest, Tang Seng and his disciples are finally ready to embark on their journey again.

"Remember, an old, fading, and philandering Black Ox is not worth lingering on. The world is so vast, don't waste your best years alone."

"Red Boy has already joined the ranks of immortals, so as a mother, I naturally cannot hold him back."

Princess Iron Fan nodded repeatedly with tears in her eyes, "Thank you for your enlightenment, Saint Monk. My son and I would like to express our gratitude to you."

Tang Shan patted her bulging wallet and waved goodbye gracefully as she left.

When the work is done, he will leave, hiding his achievements and fame.

System: I see that you have a full wallet and are hiding gold and silver.

The girl was genuinely happy when she saw her grandmother's renewed energy and smile.

She was thrown into this mountain when she was born, and it was thanks to her grandmother that she was rescued, raised, and taught magic.

She has always regarded Princess Iron Fan and Red Boy as her own relatives.

In her memory, the Bull Demon King and her grandmother often quarreled until they were red in the face, and after the Bull Demon King left, her grandmother would wipe her tears alone.

She was anxious, but helpless.

Thanks to Tang Seng, his grandmother finally came to terms with things and was no longer depressed all day long.

Tang Shan began to count the gold while swaying on the horse's back, while Bajie glanced slyly at Wukong in front of him.

He quietly approached Tang Shan and said, "Master, actually, I am also capable of doing something like what happened last night."

Tang Shan frowned, "What's the matter?"

Bajie: You are pretending, and you are pretending in front of me!

"Master, I saw it yesterday. There were many men in the princess's room!"

"Oh! You peeping tom!"

A loud shout immediately attracted the attention of Sha Seng and Wukong.

Bajie quickly explained, "I woke up in the middle of the night because I had to pee, and I saw it in a trance."

Isn't it just about finding a few men to chat with the princess all night? I used to be the Marshal of Tianpeng, a man admired by thousands of girls.

Tang Shan finally understood what Bajie wanted to express.

"Bajie, it's good to be a pig and have courage, but we must have a clear understanding of ourselves."

Bajie was confused. I said this because I know the answer clearly.

"Master, I think my suggestion just now is very good."

Good things should be kept within the family. Since you are going to look for someone else, why not look for me?

What's more, I'm doing it for free.

Tang Shan looked ahead expressionlessly: "There are still differences between people."

Free is good, but quality should also be emphasized.

"Hey, Master," he hurriedly followed with his load on his shoulder, "Master, wait for me."

If it doesn't work, then it doesn't work. Why are you running so fast all of a sudden?

"Master, isn't this the wrong direction?"

Wukong's eyes widened as he glanced ahead, "Isn't this the way to the West?"

Upon hearing this, Bajie immediately put down his burden and trotted forward with a smile.

"Master, have you figured it out? Should we stop seeking the scriptures?"

Then let’s just divide the luggage now and go back to our respective homes.

Sha Seng cried out, "Ah!" He had already walked halfway and couldn't go any further?

I don’t want to go back to Liusha River!

White Dragon Horse: What's all the mountains and rivers I've traveled through? Is that just bad luck?

Tang Shan glanced calmly at Jilei Mountain not far away.

No wonder it is called thunder accumulation. The nearby trees were split to the point that they were burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, leaving only bare leaves.

"Keep going, we're going to Moyun Cave."

Bajie and Sha Seng looked at each other. Moyun Cave?

Didn’t we just come out of Bajiao Cave? Why did we turn around and go to Moyun Cave again?

Wukong: Isn’t that the Jade-faced Fox’s home?

Why is Master going there?

Soon they arrived at the foot of Jilei Mountain. Tang Shan dismounted to look for the jujube and peach trees that were still alive and sprouting after being struck by lightning.

Bajie sat down on the ground, leaning against the tree trunk and began to doze off.

Sha Seng helped Tang Shan look for lightning-struck wood. "Master, why are you looking for these woods?"

"Slay demons and ward off evil."

"Ah?" Sha Seng was speechless for a moment. Does the master need this kind of thing?

Aren’t these things only used by mortal Taoist priests? If Master has any problems, he can just call Senior Brother.

Wukong was even more incredulous. With me by his side, why would Master need to worry about this?

It seems that the sense of security I gave her was not enough. This won't work.

He suddenly stuck close to Tang Shan and protected her closely, so close that even the monkey hair on his body could poke Tang Shan's exposed skin.

Tang Shan stared at Wukong who was clinging to her closely. How come he evolved into a parasitic monkey?

Wukong scratched his head sheepishly, "Master, please don't look at me like that. It makes me shy."

Tang Shan: Then why are you staying so close to me?