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

"Sister, I'll sit on the dragon head. Brother, you walk on the dragon side."

Tang Shan held a piece of dogtail grass in her mouth and sang a song facing the sunset in a good mood.

"Master, didn't you just say you'd walk through Hidden Mist Mountain again?"

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, Brother Monkey, stop bringing up things that are not relevant to the topic. Master never said that at all."

Bajie walked forward with great speed.

Tang Shan had a rare moment of conscience (actually, she realized that she had already collected enough money for her redemption).

"It's not easy for me as a demon. If someone doesn't bother me, it doesn't seem right for us to go to their door and attack them."

Tang Shan felt that what she said made sense. After all, she was a kind-hearted person.

Wukong almost thought he had misheard and quickly rubbed his ears a few times. When had his master ever cared about his reputation?

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Tang Shan: Now that we have enough money, all we have to do now is rush to Leiyin Temple to get the scriptures.

She didn't want to waste any more time on the goblins on the road.

Just like that, the group left the Hidden Mist Mountain area in a hurry.

In front of the cave entrance, the leopard demon paced back and forth anxiously, as if facing a great enemy, not knowing what to do.

He can't win, he definitely can't win, he definitely can't win.

The leopard demon bit his fingers at an inappropriate time, frowned, and pressed his lips into a straight line.

The ground was like thorns, and I kept walking back and forth without stopping for a moment.

"My lord, do you want the woodcutter we captured this morning steamed or braised?"

The little goblin in charge of the kitchen fire seemed to be unable to read people's expressions and asked about food at this critical moment.

"Ouch!" other colleagues covered their faces, saying, "You've run into trouble. Good luck to you."

"Woodcutter?" The Leopard Demon seemed to have suddenly remembered something like this. "Yes! So that's how it is!"

He suddenly became excited and hurried over to the little demon in the kitchen. "Has the woodcutter not been killed yet?"

Tang Seng must have known that they had captured the woodcutter and were planning to eat him. Given the monk's personality, he would definitely not ignore it.

The Leopard Demon felt that he had found a breakthrough, and it must be because Tang Seng insisted on coming back to save the woodcutter.

As long as he lets the woodcutter go now, everything will be fine.

The little devil in the kitchen didn't understand what was going on, so he answered truthfully, "No, I just plucked his hair and was about to put it in the pot."

Hehe, the king will definitely praise him for his efficiency, and maybe he can even take the opportunity to get a promotion.

"Huh~" The leopard demon patted his chest as if he had survived a disaster, "Fortunately... Fortunately, it's still in time..."

He felt a little scared now, but fortunately everything was still in time.

"Go, go, let the woodcutter go!"

"Ah?" The little demons exclaimed at the same time, "The woodcutter is going to let go too?"

It is understandable that they let Tang Seng’s disciples go because they couldn’t defeat them, but why couldn’t the woodcutter eat them? What can they eat in the future?

After all, in the eyes of goblins, human flesh is the biggest source of food.

The little demon in the kitchen was stunned, "But I burned all his clothes..."

It should be okay to go down the mountain barefoot?

"You're so stupid! Why don't you throw him an animal skin to wear?"

The leopard demon's head exploded, "Also, two people come to protect him down the mountain. Make sure he leaves here safely."

Otherwise, if it is taken away by some wild beast on the way, it will be blamed on him.

Now the little demons were completely silent. Why didn't they just send him some beast meat and some money for his journey?

My king, they are demons, not philanthropists!

The leopard demon felt that he was extremely smart and that he had handled everything so perfectly and impeccably.

"Go ahead, why don't you move?"

He kicked the nearest little demon on the butt, asking him to do something.

Only he is so magnanimous. If it were any other king, I don’t know how many beatings he would have received.

The trusted little demon repeatedly confirmed, "My lord, are you serious?"

Don't let them go and then be held accountable later. They can't afford to go back and forth like that.

The leopard demon took a deep breath. He was not angry. If he got sick from anger, no demon could help him.

He gritted his teeth and blurted out "Yes."

There was hidden anger between his brows.

Little demons: My king, are you overthinking it?

The woodcutter sat on the cauldron with tears on his face. He didn't expect that he would be targeted by the goblin when he came out to chop wood.

He has elderly parents and young children to take care of. What will his family do in the future?

Thinking of this, he cried even harder.

Crystal clear tears fell one by one on his naked and violently heaving chest.

As soon as the little demon from the kitchen came in, the woodcutter quickly closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and shouted, "If you want to kill it or eat it, then hurry up."

The torture before death is the most painful.

There was a rustling sound, and the woodcutter felt as if the restraints on his body were being untied.

He moved his arm imperceptibly, and the rope seemed to disappear.

The woodcutter opened his eyes in surprise. The little demon opposite him was holding up a large piece of animal skin and smiling at him in a friendly manner, saying, "Dear sir, please put on your clothes quickly."

"We'll take you down the mountain later."

Ok? ? ?

A friendly smile? Let him get dressed? Send him down the mountain?

Everything was so strange and impossible, yet it happened.

The woodcutter thought that he must be hallucinating because he was afraid of death.

Seeing him standing stupidly in the big pot, the little demon guessed that he must be very happy.

That’s right, who would have thought that the captured human flesh could be sent back intact.

Ugh--

The little demon patiently shouted again, "Get out of the pot quickly! Do you still want to go home?"

When the woodcutter heard these words again, he pointed at himself in disbelief and rubbed his eyes hard. Yes, it was true!

He didn't care about that and climbed out of the cauldron using his naked hands and feet.

The little demon threw the animal skin at his head and said, "Put it on, so as not to affect the appearance and style of our mountain."

woodcutter……

"Wait!" He mustered up his courage and cautiously met the little demon's impatient eyes. "Are you guys trying to play a game of cat and mouse?"