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

Wukong blew out the candle in the room, and Tang Shan and others pretended to be asleep in the darkness.

The two servants who followed the head chef during the day tiptoed to open the door of the teahouse.

There was a faint sound of a cat's meow, and a group of more than a dozen thieves filed in, as familiar as if they were coming home.

"Boss, they're right up there."

One of the servants pointed to the attic and then stretched out five fingers, representing five people.

"Look carefully, it's a fat sheep?"

In the words of thieves, fat sheep represents the type with a lot of money and low resistance. Different types have different ways of dealing with them.

Fat sheep are their favorite type.

"It can't be wrong. The monk is wearing a cassock, riding a white horse, and carrying a glittering golden staff on his back."

"The horse was snow-white, with bright eyes. Its robes were made of fine fabric. Two attendants were following behind, carrying the baggage."

After a brief exchange, the boss signaled everyone to get started.

"Squeak—"

A bamboo stick was used to pick open the lock of the room's door, and five or six men in black sneaked in quietly.

"boom!"

The door suddenly closed, and both the thief who went in and the thief outside were stunned.

The people inside looked at each other in confusion, "Did you shut it down?"

"No," he shook his head and asked the next question: "Did you turn it off?"

"No."

……

After asking, everyone said no.

The leader of the thieves outside was rubbing his eyebrows in annoyance. He hadn't even gone in yet, and the guys inside had actually closed the door!

In the future, we must do a good job in pre-job training, otherwise the door would be closed so loudly that it would wake up all the fat sheep.

Wukong hid behind the door. He cast a spell to turn the door into a wall, so that the thieves outside could no longer hear what was happening inside.

"Never mind that for now. Let's just search out the valuables and hand them over to the boss."

Several people separated, walked towards the bulge in the quilt on the bed with knives, and reached out to touch it.

"Ouch——"

Tang Shan, hiding in the dark: Surprised or not?

Several sharp mousetraps clamped the thieves' hands tightly, and they shook their hands wildly as if they were electrocuted.

Wukong solved the illusion created by his master and the others, and Red Boy blew lightly, and the room instantly became bright.

"It hurts to death!"

The thief looked at the mousetrap in his hand with bloodshot eyes, blood trickling down his face, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

"Boss, help me—"

Hearing the cry for help, the thieves waiting outside did not dare to delay and kicked the door open.

The originally empty attic was instantly filled with more than a dozen men in black.

Tang Shan yelled, "Surprise is coming, baby."

The master and his disciples raised the pepper spray with 100% concentration in their hands and started spraying it towards the thief in the center from all directions without any blind spots.

They were masked with black cloth, but their eyes were always exposed. Now there was complete wailing, begging for mercy and cursing that resounded throughout the teahouse.

Sha Seng and Bajie tied up a dozen thieves into a pile. Their eyes were red and tears were streaming down their faces. It was obvious that they were very excited.

"How did you monks discover my plan?"

The thief boss asked unwillingly, he thought that today's defeat must be due to a traitor among his own family.

Tang Shan pointed at the two kitchen boys in the gang and said, "The big knife they hid in the kitchen and the fact that they disappeared during dinner time tonight are really suspicious."

It's not suspicious at all. In fact, she was just taking precautions in advance according to the plot of the original book.

Sha Seng's admiration for his master was heightened again. "Master, I'm so lucky to have you."

Red Boy was ready to fight. He was a devil to begin with. These people bullied him, so he just vented his anger on them without letting them off.

“Help…Help—”

A group of grown men began to cry for their parents.

Bajie kicked his foot directly, "What are you shouting about!"