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

The throne room was filled with pride and joy.

At first, the king could still ask people to put the hearts into the basin, but later there were too many of them, so he became casual.

The father-in-law and the imperial concubine looked at Tang Shan with a frown as her hand kept going in and out of her chest, an inexhaustible supply of her heart.

This is not a human being, it's a monster!

Wukong whispered to Tang Shan, "Master, I only gave you three monkey hairs. Where did you get so many hearts?"

It is impossible to divide a piece of monkey hair into more than ten pieces. The longest piece of monkey hair is only ten centimeters long.

Tang Shan remained calm and said, "I was afraid three wouldn't be enough, so I cut some more while you were asleep."

Boom——

Wukong felt as if his head was struck by lightning. What does it mean to cut some off?

How much is some?

He stared intently at the countless hearts on the ground. If a heart was a strand of monkey hair, then here...

Wukong calmed himself down and said, "Master, can you tell me where you cut your hair?"

As he spoke, he began to touch the hair on his hands, feet, face and head.

Now that the matter is done, we can only hope that the cut area is not exposed.

Otherwise, if any god or demon saw him, he would be laughed to death.

Tang Shan stopped pouring out her heart, "Don't worry, the location is absolutely secret. I am a master who pays great attention to protecting the privacy and reputation of my disciples. You can rest assured."

The more serious she was, the more anxious Wukong felt.

"So, which part is it?"

He must find out today.

Tang Shan's eyes looked behind him, and Wukong's heart skipped a beat. Could it be a tail?!

He quickly pulled out the tail and took a look, luckily it wasn't that.

The fur on the tail is intact, which also means that the area where the hair was taken may be...

Tang Shan suppressed her laughter. "Master asked Bajie to cut my hair last night. I only saw him sneaking behind you, and then he gave me a handful of hair."

What she meant was: Master is innocent, Bajie is guilty, and if you have any problems, go to Bajie.

Bajie, who was standing by, gasped for breath. He lowered his head and could even feel the burning gaze above him.

"My good junior brother, why don't you go out and exchange some feelings with your senior brother?"

Without waiting for him to speak, Wukong picked him up with his rake and dragged them towards the palace gate.

"Oh Master, help me—"

If the monkey calls him junior brother, that's either a life-threatening situation or a trap!

Bajie waved his hands desperately, "Master, I am working for you, please say something——"

His butt stepped over the threshold and the sound disappeared outside the door.

Tang Shan smiled at the king and said, "Hey, my apprentice is just like that, loving each other. Let's continue to take the heart."

She pretended to continue taking out new hearts.

The king wiped his cold sweat and quickly stopped him, "Holy monk, that's enough."

Tang Shan turned to look at the father-in-law and the imperial concubine again, "Is that really enough?"

"Enough is enough."

She then stopped what she was doing, but the next second she took out another scale.

King: "Holy monk, what are you doing now?"

Tang Shan picked up a few hearts from the ground and threw them onto the scale. "Hearts, one hundred taels of gold per pound. Money and goods cleared. Fair trade."

Sha Seng took out a pen and paper and began to record the data weighed by Tang Shan on the paper.

The people on the field looked at each other in bewilderment. Most of them had never thought that they would meet someone who would sell their heart to them right away in their lifetime.

The king looked at the hearts scattered all over the floor and asked tremblingly, "How much does a heart weigh?"

Tang Shan smiled and consoled him: "It's not much, only two kilograms."

The king was so frightened that he collapsed on the throne. One of the two catties of gold was worth two hundred taels of gold, and there must have been at least five or six hundred hearts on the ground...

In addition, in recent years, in order to please the vixen concubine, he has been squandering money in the harem and the national treasury is empty.

Now, I can’t even come up with this little money.