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

"Ahhhh——"

Tang Shan, who was swaying on the horse's back, sneezed unexpectedly.

She raised her hand and rubbed her sore nose. Who was missing her charismatic self?

Sha Seng stepped forward quickly and said, "Master, if you're cold, why don't you put on some more clothes before you go?"

Bajie glanced at the early summer sky, and saw a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Why should he put on more clothes in this season?

"Lao Sha, you don't have to be so exaggerated if you want to care about Master."

Bajie weighed the burden on his shoulders and said, "If you really have the strength, why not help your second brother share the burden with me?"

Without saying a word, Sha Seng turned around and walked back to the end of the team. Just kidding, he was still carrying two of them.

Tang Shan rubbed his brows and looked around. There was a city not far from the mountain. It was quite large and might be a small country.

As the sun was setting, the master and his disciples saw an inn at the foot of the mountain. Without suspecting anything, they went there to stay the night.

Tang Shan walked in front, and Wukong followed closely behind, leading the white dragon horse.

"Donor, we are"

She bent down and politely greeted the boy fetching water at the door.

"Damn there are monks!"

The bucket fell to the ground with a bang, and the servant ran into the house excitedly, leaving the master and his apprentice looking at each other in confusion.

Tang Shan quickly took out a small mirror and kept looking at herself. "Is my master disfigured? Why do you look at me like you've seen a ghost?"

Wukong scratched his head, "Maybe it was the reflection of your head that scared him away by his own ugly appearance."

He tried his best to find the reasons in others, otherwise the master would have to look in the mirror all night.

Bajie choked. How could you even come up with such a reason?

Why didn't he say that when he knocked on the door before?

Tang Shan looked around nervously. He was still so handsome, rich and elegant. What was the servant calling?

"Forget it. Not everyone can appreciate my beautiful appearance. Let's not argue with a waiter."

After saying that, he was about to step into the store, but several people inside ran out of the door aggressively, holding brooms, spatulas and kitchen knives.

The proprietress held an abacus in her hand and glanced at everyone with a lamb-like gaze.

“There really are monks who are not afraid of death.”

Everyone knows that this is the territory of the French Revolution. Two years ago, the king announced that he would kill 10,000 monks.

Since then, monks have been slaughtered across the country. Men even dared not go out with short hair, for fear of being mistaken for monks and executed.

Anyone who dares to harbor a monk is guilty of the same crime. When ordinary people see a bald man, they wish they could draw a clear line between themselves and him.

Bajie put down his luggage with a grin, "The people here are quite nice. They must have known we were hungry, so they rushed to clean and cook for us."

He patted his belly which was as big as a balloon, finally he could have a full meal.

Hearing this, Tang Shan and Wukong turned around at the same time, staring at Bajie as if he were a fool.

From this scene, it is obvious that they are the ones who are going to be slaughtered!

Tang Shan still maintained a peaceful and friendly smile, clasping her hands together, "Excuse me, are monks breaking the law? Are bald people guilty?"

Although she doesn't like her bald head, there's nothing she can do about it!

I can only use legal means to defend my right to be bald.

Unexpectedly, everyone in the teahouse opposite gasped, their eyes filled with sympathy, suspicion and regret.

The proprietress couldn't bear to see such a handsome young man die on the edge of a knife, so she kindly reminded him, "Do you know that this is the place where France is destroyed?"

Could it be that some of them are illiterate and that's why they accidentally came here?

The fat boy in charge of the kitchen said in a gruff voice, "Here, being a monk is breaking the law, and being bald is a sin!"