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

"Master, are you really willing to hand over the relic?"

Isn’t this golden and shiny thing Master’s favorite?

Tang Shan and the other two rushed to Jinguang Temple. The relics in their hands could be used as flashlights.

Alas, what can I do if I am reluctant? If I don’t return it, I will have overcome this difficulty.

Don't let a little bit of money hinder your progress in becoming a multi-billionaire.

Sha Monk: "Second Brother, what are you talking about? Is Master a greedy person?"

Bajie:?

Isn’t Master a greedy person?

Riding on his somersault cloud, Wukong returned to the Jinguang Temple in the blink of an eye.

Xiaobai stood at the door with a nervous look on his face, "You're back."

He carefully looked at the faces of his master and senior brothers, hoping that they had not discovered his secret.

If they knew about this shameful scandal, I would have to wear a green hat on my head in the future.

Moreover, Second Brother is such a big mouth that the news will spread throughout the entire circle of gods in the future.

"What are you standing there for?" Bajie pushed him. "I have to go back to the palace to return the relic."

Xiaobai finally breathed a sigh of relief. If Second Brother knew about this, he would definitely laugh at me.

After Tang Shan returned the relic to the king of Jisai, the king and his ministers bowed their heads in gratitude.

You know, ever since the relic disappeared, the treatment he used to receive from all corners of the world has plummeted.

The king excitedly held the relic in his hands and looked around, "It's back, it's really back."

Tang Shan narrowed her eyes and said, "Don't get excited yet. I'll pay you the hard work fee, thank you."

"Holy monk, I have prepared a generous gift to thank you for retrieving the Buddha's treasured relic from the thieves."

The soldiers carried two boxes of jewels into the hall, and the brilliance of gold instantly lit up the entire palace.

"This……"

Tang Shan's mouth corners are harder to suppress than AK, you are still sensible.

The prime minister suddenly stood up and insisted on expressing his unique views.

"Your Majesty, the holy monk is an enlightened saint from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. These vulgar things are not only detrimental to his vision."

The Minister of Rites also stood up and said, "The Prime Minister is right. Why not use the money to repair the Jinguang Temple and compensate the monks who were wronged?"

Tang Shan felt like there was a big hole in her cassock, with wealth leaking out and cold wind blowing in.

I haven't even touched these two boxes of gold, and they're no longer mine?

The emperor laughed heartily. "My dear minister, you are absolutely right. I was not thoughtful enough."

Tang Shan screamed in her heart: "No! You've thought it through carefully. Don't listen to them!"

They are all treacherous and deceitful! They spread lies and deceive the people. It's all nonsense.

Seeing his master's silence and forced calmness, Bajie couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"Lao Sha, Master's heart is bleeding."

"What!" Sha Seng's face changed drastically, and he looked panicked. "Master is injured?"

As he spoke, he was about to pull open Tang Shan's robes to check.

Bajie quickly grabbed him with both hands, "You are a pig! Master is unhappy because of the loss of money."

Sha Seng was stunned. Losing money?

Impossible. The master must have wanted to give the gold and silver to the innocent monks who were convicted.

He whispered back dissatisfiedly: "You are the pig."

Tang Shan looked reluctantly at the two boxes of gold and silver that had just been carried up and then carried down again.

The dung beetle from the Ministry of Rites and the Prime Minister's great enemy smiled at Tang Shan in a flattering manner.

They seemed to think they had done a good job and solved Tang Shan's financial troubles.

"Ha, ha, ha," Tang Shan forced a smile, "Yes, they are right."

Wukong frowned and whispered in Tang Shan's ear: "Master, if you don't want to laugh, don't force yourself."

Laughing is worse than crying.

After leaving the palace, there was a huge group of monks kneeling below.

“Thank you for the great kindness of the holy monk!”

They were holding the gold and silver compensation that had just been distributed to the soldiers.

Tang Shan looked at the gold in their hands with tears in her eyes. That was my money, my gold, my love...

When the monk saw tears in her eyes, he thought that the holy monk was compassionate and felt sad for their plight.

The leading monk held up the jade necklace in his hand and said, "Rest assured, Holy Monk, we will use this gold and silver to properly repair the temple and ensure that the temple is prosperous."

Tang Shan: You use my hard-earned money to pay for incense offerings. Even if the incense offerings are prosperous, the money will be used to build a golden statue for those old guys like Tathagata.

Oh~ I’m so tired, and I feel like I’m just making things easier for others.

Tang Shan rode on horseback again towards the west in a depressed mood.

Some monks wept and stopped in front of the horses, "Holy monk, please take us with you to get the scriptures!"

The holy monk and his disciples are obviously practitioners with a bright future. If I can get close to them, I can at least become an enlightened monk.

Tang Shan looked at the monks below speechlessly. "Do you think I'm a tour guide? Taking dozens of you on a bus to travel west?"

As the saying goes, one walks fast the faster he walks. My disciples and I have been walking for several years, but we haven't even reached the edge of Leiyin Temple.

Assuming we bring this group of monks with us, on average one disciple has to protect ten bald men.

Moreover, with only a few dozen mouths to feed, even if all the wild fruits on a hill were picked, they wouldn't be enough.

I don’t want to be Tang Sanzang who picks wild vegetables.

"This... the journey is really long and dangerous," Tang Shan said with difficulty. "There are countless monsters and demons along the way, and they will eat people without leaving any bones."

The monk was shocked and said: "If that's the case, why doesn't the holy monk stay here and preach with us?"

Tang Shan straightened her back, looked into the distance, and said righteously, "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

She raised her sleeve to wipe away the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, "Sacrifice one poor monk, and benefit millions."

"Ah—" the monks shed tears upon hearing this, "Holy monk, great righteousness."

Sha Seng also wiped his tears, "Master is so great..."

Bajie's expression was indescribable. "Lao Sha, Master's words may have deceived outsiders, but why are you crying too?"

It seems that Lao Sha and Xiao Bai, the two die-hard fans, have been brainwashed again.

Wukong scratched his monkey hair and wondered, is it dangerous to obtain the scriptures?

Aside from his 360-degree all-around protection, Master himself is quite familiar with goblins...

I always feel that it’s not whether the goblins on the road will eat the master, but whether the master decides to let them go...

After putting off the monks, Tang Shan finally set out on the journey west again.

After walking a few hundred miles, we arrived at a place called Thorn Ridge.

"Master, this place is impassable!"

Ba Jing was looking at a long ridge covered with thorns in front of him, which was half the height of his body.

These spikes look like they're going to hurt.

Speaking of prickly people, we have to praise Rong Mama.

She has used her stabbing skills to the fullest. If she saw such a large area of ​​thorns, I wonder if she would want to upgrade her weapon.

Tang Shan looked at the endless thorns, took out the kettle and took a sip of hot tea.

“There are no roads in this world. When more people walk, roads appear.”

My dear disciples, do you understand what I mean?