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

"Oh, everyone is here, and they seem to be living a comfortable life."

"Oh, it's the Great Sage who has arrived. I'm sorry for not welcoming you."

The immortals stood up to greet him, "Great Sage, if you hadn't poked a hole in the sky five hundred years ago, you would be living a more comfortable life than we are now."

Hahahaha...

Sun Wukong: You are really good at chatting.

Which pot does not open which pot.

"I'm only here to save the fruit trees. Do you have any good ideas or magical tools that can help me?"

Wukong's flaming eyes swept across the immortals present.

It seems like there's nothing to be gained from these old guys.

I guess I'll even lose money on transportation on this trip.

But the master said that we must take this opportunity to fill up all the red, white and blue plastic bags before we can go back.

Wukong scratched his head in annoyance, blaming himself for being careless for a moment.

I have heard Master say that the greater your ability, the greater your responsibility.

Who knew there was such a hard job.

"The Great Sage doesn't know us yet. We are just some scattered immortals, living a life of idleness and waiting to die. How could we have such ability?"

No, this vote cannot be in vain.

Without saying anything, Wukong put all the seasonal fruits and fermented rice wine tea cups on the table into the bag.

Before leaving, he stuffed a piece of tender lotus root into his mouth and waved, "Bye."

He came quietly, without bringing a cloud.

He swaggered away, taking a piece of the table with him.

The immortals were stunned and wanted to stop it but were afraid of being beaten.

Tathagata wouldn't even leave them, the master and the disciples, without enough food to eat...

Wukong left Yingzhou on a cloud with a plastic bag on his shoulder.

Thinking that this place was not far from Luojia Mountain, he flew directly to Putuo Rock.

In the purple bamboo forest, Bodhisattva Guanyin is sitting on a lotus seat and teaching Buddhism to believers.

"Sister Guanyin, Lao Sun is here!"

Wukong shouted excitedly, stepped down from the cloud and walked towards this side.

Guanyin Bodhisattva is of a much higher level than those immortals just now.

There must be a lot of natural treasures.

Wukong was already imagining the admiring looks his master and fellow apprentice would give him when he returned with a full load.

Oops, I'm so embarrassed.

He didn't notice at all that Guanyin's expression had changed.

She sternly ordered the Black Bear Demon, "Drive that monkey out! Don't let him set foot in the Purple Bamboo Forest."

Tang Monk took her pure vase and willow leaves and did not return them, and even dared to send people to look for her.

She had already done her best by not beating him up and then kicking him out.

If Tang Seng and his disciples encounter any difficulties in the future and want to ask her for help, huh, no way!

The Black Bear Demon was originally a demon who had fought with Wukong in Guanyin Temple.

After Tang Shan sold the brocade cassock to him and Elder Jin Chi, he practiced more devoutly than before.

Later, he was brought back to Zizhulin by Guanyin for personal instruction.

"Can't you see that your Monkey King is looking for Guanyin Bodhisattva? Get out of the way."

Wukong said angrily, don't you look at your own size, you are blocking the road.

Even with his slim figure he couldn't get through.

Is there anyone who can control Roadhog anymore?

"Guanyin said she doesn't want to see you."

Just turn around and go back quickly, don't cause trouble.

Black Bear was secretly complaining. He had been listening to Buddhist teachings for a whole day and was just about to go back and rest.

I don't want to waste my precious sleeping time on you.

Wukong: You don't want to see me? That's not what you said when you disguised yourself as a girl to seduce me last time.

When they asked me to accompany Tang Monk to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, they called me the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.

Now when I come to see her, she calls the bodyguard to stop me. What a shame.

"No, then no."

Wukong turned around and left. I won’t tolerate you!

"Master, what did you secretly tell the eldest brother? Why hasn't he come back after being out for so long?"

The White Dragon Horse feeds the girls one grape at a time, speaking in a nonchalant tone but actually being very gossipy.

"Master, you can't be partial to Monkey Brother just because he's good at fighting."

Zhu Bajie pouted. When he asked me to carry the luggage, he clearly said that I was the most special one.

Tang Shan: Do I have to be partial to you, a greedy, lazy and lustful pig-head?

"Master, the eldest brother is back!"

Several people looked towards the door.

A thin figure walked in carrying a conspicuously inflated red, white and blue bag.

With a loud "bang", a heavy object fell to the ground.

"Report to Master, the mission has been successfully completed."

It’s Guanyin, who is a bit ungrateful.

Of course, this can only be said in the heart.

Tang Shan's eyes were full of stars.

This white jade chess piece is so smooth~

This red sandalwood cane is wonderful.

"Tongzi, how much are these worth?"

"According to statistics, the total value is eight thousand taels of gold. The current total balance in your account is two million and fifty-eight thousand taels of gold."

Tang Shan calculated in her head: There was still a shortfall of 7,942,000 taels of gold to reach 10 million taels.

Alas, let it be destroyed. My heart is so tired.

When other people transmigrate into books, they are either the president’s fugitive wife, or the whole family pampers me and the world treats me kindly.

I wore a book, like a circus leader, leading a group of non-humans across mountains and rivers, sleeping in the open air.

This life is more bitter than a double iced Americano.

Several people stared at Tang Shan intently, from her initial excitement to her subsequent frustration, which took less than a minute.

"Master, are you sick? You smile one moment and look miserable the next. It's really creepy."

When Zhu Bajie said this, Sha Seng's eyes dimmed.

"I think so too. Master has said he has no appetite these days. He only drank eight bowls of porridge this morning and didn't eat much."

Zhu Bajie: Do you want to listen to what you are saying? I am a pig and I only drink seven bowls!

"The host's emotional level is detected to be low, which may affect the progress of the mission."

"Host, please adjust your mindset in time, keep working hard, and strive to gain money and freedom as soon as possible."

Tang Shan: It’s not enough that I’m working like a slave now, you also want me to work myself to death with a smile on my face and gratitude in my heart, right?

"Host, look at it more positively. At least you are dressed as the handsome and elegant Tang Monk. If you were replaced by Zhu Bajie, wouldn't you be even more miserable than you are now?"

Tang Shan: "Then shouldn't I thank you?"

Sha Seng carried a large bowl of white porridge, and the white dragon horse held a variety of fresh fruits.

"Master, come and eat more."

Tang Shan glanced at the food in their arms expressionlessly.

The bowl for porridge is about 40CM in diameter, 20CM in width, and at least 15CM in height.

May I ask: How much does the porridge in this bowl weigh?

As for the White Dragon Horse, there were so many fruits that even his face couldn't be seen.

"What's going on? Are you trying to starve me to death so you can go your separate ways?"

Zhu Bajie's eyes rolled around and his fingers moved around guiltily.

"Look at what you said. You even said what we really think."

After saying this, he realized that he had made a mistake and said, "What I meant is that only when the master eats and drinks well can the disciple be well."

Tang Shan looked down at him, her eyebrows raised, "Oh? Really?"

"Hehe, you have no appetite. How about I perform some talent show to liven things up?"

Zhu Bajie's face was full of smiles.

Tang Shan: What you are going to perform is not to drink up the porridge in front of you in one breath, right?

The result is the next second.

"Classmate Xiaoai."

"here I am."

“Play some music.”

Twist left, twist right, twist your butt...

Zhu Bajie twisted his waist like a bucket and performed a feast of pig belly dance.

"Ugh~"