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

The boss didn't even look up and said with absolute certainty, "It's washed."

There was no water in Fengxian County, so they could only use fine sand and hard leaves to wash the dishes.

Bajie was so hungry that he picked up the bowl and gulped it down in one gulp.

Before I could taste the saltiness, the noodles were already in my stomach.

The point is, the feeling is the same whether you eat it or not.

"Master, why don't you eat?"

Bajie's eyes were fixed on the bowl in front of Tang Shan. He licked his lips with his tongue and moved his butt towards her intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was still not satisfied.

Tang Shan had no intention of eating it in the first place, so she took advantage of the situation and stretched out two fingers, silently pushing the bowl in front of Bajie and nodded imperceptibly.

"Hehe, since you are not hungry, Master, then I can't waste my time as your apprentice."

Gulp, gulp, after finishing a bowl, my stomach is still empty.

"Master, I'm still hungry..."

Bajie acted coquettishly towards Tang Shan with some grievance.

Tang Shan rubbed her brows helplessly. According to Bajie's appetite, he was indeed still hungry.

Even Wukong, who has a small appetite, felt that it was not enough, but the boss had already packed up his things and would go home after they finished eating.

After all, they only have so much food and water, and they still have to live, so they can't exchange them all for money.

"Sir, are you full?"

The boss smiled ingratiatingly and started to clean up the dishes without stopping.

Bajie glared at him speechlessly, patted his belly with his big hand, and asked, "Do you think I'm full?"

Anyone with any common sense shouldn't say such things.

Wukong handed over the bowl, "Don't worry about him, no matter how much you eat, it won't be enough for him."

He pointed to a place not far away and said, "Boss, who are those people in green clothes in front?"

After-dinner program: chatting about gossip.

The boss looked in the direction of Wukong's finger and said, "Oh~ The officials in the county magistrate's office have posted a list offering a reward for talented people who can pray for rain."

Tang Shan's eyes flashed, "How much?"

"Huh?" The boss paused, not realizing, "How much?

"Pray for rain, how much?"

Thirsty Tang Shan was very frugal with words. Last time, she had poured out all the water in the bottle and had no time to refill it.

One negligence, regret now.

Wukong fell silent. It seemed that he could not escape the fate of asking the Dragon King to bring rain.

"A full one thousand taels of gold."

It started with one hundred taels, but as the drought grew longer, the amount increased tenfold.

As he was speaking, the boss had already cleaned up the table.

"Sir, look at this..."

He pushed the noodle cart and asked people to go home after they had finished eating.

"Okay, let's go."

Bajie spoke in annoyance, "I get angry just by looking at you."

When the few of them walked to the gatehouse, the official was not surprised to see the expressions of Wukong and the others. Instead, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

One of them even boldly shook Tang Shan's hand and asked, "Are you guys going to apply for the rain-making service?"

It’s better if he looks a little weird, maybe he is a mountain spirit or an immortal.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether it is a fairy or not, as long as it can bring rain, it’s good.

"Hehe~" Tang Shan pulled her hand away with a forced smile, "Yeah... I guess so."

As soon as he finished speaking, the listless official in front of him was shocked, and he took out a hammer and a gong from behind.

"Master, be careful!"

Wukong quickly took out his golden cudgel and protected himself, fearing that he would be attacked by the person in front of him.

"Dang Dang Dang——"

The officials struck the gong loudly, attracting the attention of the entire street.

Tang Shan jumped up, looking stunned. What the hell...

The disciples surrounded her tightly, making it impossible for anyone to get in.

"The master said he can pray for rain. Everyone, come over and thank the master!"

Tang Shan was speechless. She wanted to come over and ask how much money she could give for praying for rain.

Now, they actually want to use moral blackmail to ask her to pray for rain. Maybe there is no money to be given on the list.

A few dozen people rushed over instantly, "Master, please be kind and save us..."

"Master, are these your disciples? They are so ugly, but they must be very capable..."

The apprentices who were inexplicably cue looked at each other. Are you saying that they are ugly?

Bajie took the lead and pointed at Wukong, "I'm talking to you, Monkey Brother."

Wukong refused to give in. He was the Monkey King. "I'm talking about you."

Bajie: "Then why don't you say it was Lao Sha?"

Wukong: "I'm talking to you, what's wrong?"

"you"

Sha Seng was stuck in the middle, with saliva spraying all over his face.

He whispered as if asking for help: "Master..."

Tang Shan put her index finger and middle finger together and raised her thumb, forming the shape of a gun.

She pressed her fingers against Wukong and Bajie's waists and said in a deep voice, "Don't talk, this is a robbery."

Wukong and Bajie felt a hard foreign object behind them and really thought that their master had taken out some rare treasure again.

There was a moment of silence. Wukong had no choice but to raise his hands above his head and playfully said, "Stop it, Master. I surrender."

His tone was light and helpless, but it showed his doting and cooperation. It was obvious that he had experienced a lot of such jokes and fights in his daily life.

Bajie understood the situation and went down the stairs. "Hey, old pig, I surrender too."

The officials, who had been at a loss as to what to do after seeing the two bickering, quickly smiled and said, "I didn't expect the master and his disciple to have such a good relationship."

"Of course it is!"

Tang Shan smiled happily and admitted it proudly.

Don’t you even look at who taught you this?

The officials took Tang Shan and others to the county magistrate's residence two streets away.

The county magistrate was wearing a thin dark blue shirt and standing beside the dead osmanthus tree in the yard, his brows furrowed, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Sir, someone is asking for rain."

A call brought the county magistrate back to his senses, "Please take a seat."

There is a square pavilion in the courtyard, with a round stone table in it.

Tang Shan unconsciously looked around the courtyard. There should have been a lot of flowers and plants planted here, but now, there is only a layer of yellow soil left, which looks bare and desolate.

Tang Shan sat on the stone pier, Wukong casually jumped onto the railing, and Sha Seng led the white dragon horse to the stable at the back.

As for Bajie, he quietly asked the official who brought them here if there was any food left.

The county magistrate got straight to the point, "Master, can you really pray for rain?"

He wasn't asking unnecessary questions; everyone who had come before had ended in failure.

The people were extremely disappointed, and as the county magistrate, he felt very sad to see the villagers suffering in his jurisdiction.

Bajie came back with a piece of corn in his mouth, introducing himself in a slurred but loud voice: "My master is a high-ranking monk from the Tang Dynasty. The Jade Emperor is an old acquaintance. Just rain, I, Monkey Brother, can solve it by calling the Dragon King."

"Right, Monkey Brother, hehe" Bajie leaned on Wukong with one hand.

The good thing is that he doesn't have to do the work.

Wukong dodged and turned around, and Bajie almost fell flat on his face.

"Rainfall is naturally not a difficult thing."

Wukong walked up to Tang Shan and said, "As long as Master asks, I can give you a big fight today."

"Good! Great!" The county magistrate was overjoyed.

Tang Shan: So, how much money?