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

"Hey I have a bad temper!"

Tang Shan rolled up her sleeves and said, "Today I will act like an outlaw and beat up the people who deserve a beating."

How dare you call her bald? I can’t stand it.

Don’t you know that powerful people don’t need hair? (For example, in that anime where a bald guy kills the villain with one punch.)

Although Wukong is impatient, he still has to be patient and try to persuade ordinary mortals in a nice way.

But Tang Shan is different. We are all human beings, and there is no such thing as bullying.

Wukong looked at Tang Shan, whose tender white arm was exposed, and was a little shocked, but not too much. After all, it had been a long time, and she had gone crazy many times.

"Master, are you serious?"

Bajie followed suit, rolling up his wide sleeves to reveal his thick, dark muscles.

He is afraid of death when dealing with goblins, but he is more than capable of dealing with a few mortals. Now is his chance to show off.

He wanted to wash away the negative image of himself as a coward in his master's mind.

Sha Seng hurried forward and grabbed Bajie's arm, "Second Brother, why are you joining in the fun?"

Isn't the situation chaotic enough?

The waiter and the proprietress of the teahouse were dumbfounded when they saw that the monk was not afraid and ran away, but instead fought hard.

Wukong looked down at the iron rod. If this thing was used on someone, it would be difficult to end without killing several people.

But Master...

Tang Shan pointed in the direction of the teahouse's kitchen and said, "Your shop is on fire."

Thick black smoke continued to rise into the air, and red flames could be vaguely seen.

The chef didn't take it seriously, mistakenly thinking they were just making excuses to distract attention so they could escape.

Without even turning his head, he sneered, "I just came from the kitchen. How could there be a fire in such a short time?"

"That's right, you can't even find a good excuse."

The two younger apprentices standing behind the head chef echoed this. After all, they were confident that they had done their jobs well and there was no possibility of fire hazard.

At this time, the red flames had already reached the roof, and there seemed to be the figure of a child in red clothes behind the flames.

The master and his disciples raised their heads slightly to watch the sudden fire.

Sha Monk was a little worried, "Master, it seems the fire is quite big."

Do they want to remind me again?

Bajie gloated, "It's a good thing we didn't stay in this hotel just now, otherwise we would have been in big trouble."

He turned to Sha Seng and said, "It's better to be angry. Let them speak rudely to the master."

Wukong felt that this fire looked familiar. It didn't look like the fire that mortals would make by burning firewood.

The proprietress saw the master and his disciples all looking up at the sky and felt that it seemed to be the case.

The next second, the boss's daughter rushed out, shouting, "Mom, there's a fire—"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the teahouse became busy and confused, some were looking for buckets, some were looking for basins, and some were running for their lives.

The proprietress was a worldly-wise woman. She pretended to be calm and directed her staff to fetch water to put out the fire and evacuate the guests.

The head chef glared at Tang Shan and the others fiercely, "Why didn't you tell me earlier when you knew there was a fire?"

Tang Shan was shocked, raised her hand and pointed at herself, with a big question mark above her head.

Didn't she say that?

The Strongest Mouth stepped forward for Bajie, his massive body blocking half of Tang Shan's. "Bullshit! Our Master has warned you all long ago. Are you all deaf?"

Wukong was still pondering the flame, scratching his head frantically trying to recall where he had seen it before...

Sha Seng led the white dragon horse. As the fire grew bigger, he was ready to continue on his journey at any time.

The chef was in the wrong, but he refused to give in.

"Since you guys didn't believe us, why don't you remind us a few more times? You still call yourselves monks, you're so cruel!"

Tang Shan: Good fellow, it’s bad enough that he’s a scoundrel, but he even raises it to a moral level.

Can she bear this?