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

A group of villagers were kneeling below, and it was obvious which one was losing hair.

Tang Shan stood up from the recliner and said, "It's just a small favor, not worth mentioning."

“Be Truly Thankful, and You Can Also”

"Oh oh oh, I understand!" Old man Li reacted instantly.

"I still have some steamed buns and dry food at home. If you don't mind, please accept them all."

As soon as he said this, the rest of the villagers took out food from their homes.

"This is our way of repaying the holy monk for helping us get rid of the monster!"

Their faces were filled with excited smiles and they looked really happy.

Sha Seng and Xiao Bai also laughed. The master was really popular and they were proud of it.

Except for Tang Shan, I guess no one present was unhappy.

"Master——"

When Wukong landed next to Tang Shan, the villagers exclaimed that he was indeed a god.

They were almost blinded and failed to recognize a real dragon!

Old man Li looked at Wukong eagerly. Although this man looked small, he was actually a very capable person.

"Immortal, what about the goblin?"

Old man Li asked all the questions that the villagers were concerned about.

Wukong waved his hands, "With me, Old Sun, out there, no demon or monster can be a problem."

Tang Shan smiled and nodded in approval.

Old man Li glanced around and felt that the number of people was not right.

Why is that giant edible thing gone?

"Saint Monk, you have another disciple, right?"

"Oh, right." Tang Shan pulled Wukong over. "Where's Bajie?"

Wukong: I almost got lost in the flattery of the villagers and forgot what I promised Bajie.

He leaned over to Tang Shan's ear and whispered a few words, and then Tang Shan took out a bar of soap and an abalone brush from her pocket.

Xiaobai: Huh? Why does this brush look so much like the toothbrush I usually use...

Tang Shan specially picked out the floral-scented soap, the one with the best fragrance.

The thin layer of paper on the shell can't cover up its taste at all.

“It smells so good~”

Women have always loved things like aromatherapy. Several girls, upon smelling the scent, bravely stepped forward and asked, "Holy monk, what is this?"

They were only in their teens, and usually they saw farmers working hard in the fields. It was rare to find a man as fair-skinned, handsome and handsome as Tang Seng.

For a moment, they shyly lowered their heads, not daring to look up and look directly at Tang Shan.

If Bajie were here, he would probably feel unbalanced again.

But at this moment, his lower body was soaking in the stream, and he was muttering to himself why the monkey hadn't come yet.

What if the giant python just killed was a male or female, and its other half came to seek revenge but couldn't find him and only found him? Wouldn't that be terrible?

"This is soap, for cleaning. If you like it, I have some extra."

Tang Shan lowered her head and took out a few more soaps, green, blue, pink, and in all kinds of scents.

The girls were overjoyed, this thing was simply unheard of.

I think the things from immortals must be excellent.

Their families were flattered and said, "How can this be possible?"

Tang Shan: Why don’t you take some valuables and barter them so that you don’t owe each other anything.

As a result, after they said it was not possible, there was no further news.

Tang Shan: Haha!

Sha Seng reminded him, "Big Brother, please go quickly, otherwise Second Brother will have to wait for a long time."

Wukong laughed and said, "That idiot will definitely talk about me behind my back. Well, I'll be back soon."

Old man Li took Tang Seng to the best family in the village and treated him well with a high bed and soft quilt.

Not long after, Wukong and Bajie also came back.

That night, everyone slept very soundly.

Early the next morning.

The villagers had already prepared a sumptuous meal.

During this time, Old Man Li asked, "Saint Monk, I heard yesterday that you were going west?"

Tang Shan put down her chopsticks and said, "Exactly."

Old man Li and the villagers looked at each other with embarrassed expressions.

"Saint Monk, you may not know that thirty miles west of here lies a mountain called Qijue Mountain. On top of it is a stone-cut alleyway filled with rotten persimmons."

"The stench there is so bad that even birds don't dare go there."

After experiencing a round of stench attack, Bajie instantly remembered what happened last night, and the food in his mouth no longer tasted good.

Without even thinking, he suggested, "Master, why don't we just plug our noses and fly over there."

Sha Monk: "Second Brother, you forgot that Guanyin wants us to go step by step."

"Then why doesn't she just take this rotten persimmon road!" Bajie curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "Why is she bothering us?"

Xiaobai: "Second Brother, please don't say any more. It would be terrible if Guanyin heard it."

"Hmph~" Bajie lowered his head and continued to eat.

The villagers were all stunned. This holy monk also knew Guanyin!

After having a good meal and a good drink, Tang Shan and her companions packed their bags and continued their journey towards Qi Jue Mountain.

A few kilometers away from the mountain, Tang Shan smelled a foul odor of decay.

She climbed down from her horse and distributed gas masks to her apprentices.

Don’t let the monster kill you instead of killing you.

Half of Bajie's face was exposed, and he looked at Tang Shan with grievance.

"Master, this thing of yours is good, but do you have a bigger one?"

The mask was tight, but at least the nose was saved, although the face looked a little ruined.

Tang Shan: "No, they all come in one size. If you can't wear it, then don't wear it."

Bajie quickly reached out to protect his mask, "No, just cover your nose."

After a lot of effort, the group arrived at Rotten Persimmon Alley. If the stench had a color, they probably wouldn't be able to see the sky above their heads.

There are large areas of persimmon trees, and no one picks the persimmons after they have matured. The persimmons have fallen to the ground and accumulated over time, and the entire Qi Jue Mountain is like a large garbage station.

Even flies, which love this kind of decaying matter, could not be found. You can imagine how bad the environment here is.

Rotten persimmons were scattered all over the ground, and stepping on it was like stepping into shit-yellow mud.

If there aren't many of them, everyone can just wear waders and endure it.

But the pile of rotten persimmons is about as high as the thighs, and it is impossible for several people to walk over it on stilts.

If you are not careful, you may fall flat on your face and easily drag down the person next to you.

For a moment, several people stood where they were, not taking another step forward.

Wukong suddenly remembered that Bajie turned back into his original form last night.

The monkey curled his lips and immediately had an idea in his mind.

"Bajie, do you want to take the lead?"

Bajie: If you don’t call me an idiot, there must be something fishy going on!

"Brother Monkey, how dare I compete with you? On this journey to obtain scriptures, you deserve the credit for the most meritorious service!"

Bajie was afraid that the monkey wouldn't believe him, so he gave a thumbs up.

"Hey, we are both Master's disciples. We should help Master with his worries and difficulties. Now is the time when he needs you."

As Wukong said this, he pulled Bajie forward a few steps. Further ahead was a pile of rotten persimmons.

Bajie: I hate you...