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

Tang Shan closed her eyes: I feel like vomiting.

Wukong clenched his fist: I want to fight.

Sha Seng and the White Dragon Horse looked at each other. Is it too late to deny their second brother now?

"Who!"

The reception officer walked out quickly from the inner room. Who dared to make such a disgusting statement in front of the palace? Was he trying to kill himself?

The heavy door creaked open, and he saw Bajie looking at him with a lewd expression.

"Hello, we are"

“There’s a monster! Aa ...

The guide fled wailing, and the palace suddenly became chaotic.

Bajie's greeting hand and friendly smile froze in place, he felt sad, it was so damn hurtful.

Woohoo, when will mortals be less superficial and stop judging people by appearances? Woohoo——

Sha Seng stepped forward to comfort him and handed him a tissue.

Bajie glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and said vaguely, "Is it clean?"

"Clean, cleaner than me, Sha Wujing."

Bajie finally took the tissue with confidence, "They're going too far."

Sha Seng patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay, even gods do this."

Bajie...

"Move aside, move aside. Master has to handle this kind of thing."

Wukong pushed the two people away and let Tang Shan walk in.

When King Yuhua heard that there was a monster, he immediately brought all the guards and hurried over, just in time to meet her.

"you are?"

King Yuhua stopped the palace guard who was drawing his sword. The master in front of him looked extraordinary and had an extraordinary temperament. How could there be any demonic aura at all?

"I am a poor monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, traveling to the Western Paradise to seek Buddhist scriptures. Bili bala, bili bala..."

"I see. So, there are three behind the door?"

King Yuhua is a man who has seen the world. If he was really a vicious monster, why would he just stand outside the door obediently?

"My favorite disciple is Wukong, my second disciple is Bajie, my third disciple is Sha Seng, and there is one more..."

Tang Shan paused. If she said that the horse she was riding was also a disciple, would she be considered a lunatic?

The White Dragon Horse was originally standing behind the third senior brother. When he heard that the master was about to introduce him, he raised his head and poked his head out from behind.

Before Tang Shan finished speaking, the disciples at the door started to explode.

Wukong grinned, "Did you hear that? Master calls me his beloved disciple."

But Bajie and Sha Seng are just ordinary disciples.

Although Bajie knew that his master favored the monkey, he was very angry and said, "That's because the master hasn't thought of any nicknames for us."

He nudged Sha Seng with his elbow, "Right."

"Uh-huh!" Lao Sha nodded quickly. That must be the case.

The white dragon horse lowered its head silently, feeling a little lost.

But he shouldn't compete with the eldest brother for favor...

Tang Shan: This situation is likely to occur when there are many children in the family.

She finally understood why the emperor could not favor only one person.

But when she looked at Bajie's face, she really couldn't treat him equally!

As soon as Prince Yuhua dismissed the palace guards, his three youngest sons came running out, holding sticks and rakes, shouting "Kill!"

Behind him was a group of sweaty maids chasing after him, "Little Prince, wait for your servants~"

"Father, where is the monster?"

The three little princes stood still, with their hands on their hips, and at such a young age, they looked like they were going to the battlefield.

"Wait till we have him cut down by the sword."

"Yes, protect Yuhua County and protect my father."

Three people at the door: Emmm...

Prince Yuhua patted the heads of the three children lovingly and pointed outside the door. "There are no monsters here, only the master and his disciples."

The three little princes looked in the direction their father pointed. Bajie waved his chubby hands and said, "Hi..."

"Wow! Monster!"

Bajie: first kill~

King Yuhua kindly explained, "It's not a monster, it's just ugly."

"Oh~"

Bajie: double kill~

In the Baosha Pavilion, King Yuhua handed the customs clearance document to Tang Shan.

Bajie started to devour the food on the table like a whirlwind. The maid who was serving the food had to go in and out several times before she could satisfy his appetite.

The dishes were removed and tea was served. The three little princes and Wukong stared at each other, which was very funny.

"Father, can we speak to them?"

"Of course you can, but your words must be polite and not rude."

The eldest prince: "Hey~ You have so much hair on your body, are you hot?"

Wukong glanced at the little pudding across from him and replied unhappily, "It's not hot."

The Second Prince: "Your nose and ears look like a pig's. Are they born that way?"

Bajie shook his ears, arched his nose, and said deliberately in a teasing way, "No, when I was a kid I used to say others were ugly, just like you. That's how I ended up looking like this."

The three little princes quickly covered their ears and noses and looked at each other.

Why didn't the father and the people serving him tell them such a terrible thing?

The third prince turned his attention to Sha Seng again and was about to ask a question.

Lao Sha opened his eyes wide, shining like light bulbs, his blue face serious, and the Third Prince swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

The three little princes all fixed their eyes on Tang Shan. It seemed that this fair-skinned monk would be easier to get along with.

"You are so good-looking, why do you want to take them as your apprentices?"

King Yuhua gave Wukong and the others an apologetic look, and Tang Shan said, "Children should speak without restraint."

She acted as if she was thinking seriously, and her disciples all looked at her sideways and pricked up their ears. They also wanted to know why their master accepted them as his disciples.

Tang Shan’s inner thoughts: I was forced to do this. I was forced to do this.

What he really said was: "Because they are the best disciples God has bestowed upon me."

This wave is lucky, now I can’t help but gain a lot of favor from my apprentice.

The disciples were stunned. They thought of many answers. It might be because Wukong was very powerful, it might be because Bajie could entertain them on the road, or it might be because they sympathized with Sha Seng who was suffering from the pain of having his heart pierced every day.

At the very least, it was Guanyin's mandatory requirement, and everyone was just temporarily forced to form a team.

But the answers from the master have nothing to do with these.

At this moment, even though he was thick-skinned and loved to laugh and play around and kept shouting that he wanted to go back to Gao Laozhuang, he became quiet.

The breeze gently blew across their faces, everyone smiled in tacit understanding, and the quiet atmosphere instantly returned to liveliness.

"So what do you guys know?"

The eldest prince raised the wooden stick in his hand and said, "This is a weapon my father made for me. It's very powerful."

"And mine, mine!"

Wukong and his companions looked at each other, and he took out the golden cudgel from his ear, which became bigger and longer, and looked majestic.

"Wow--"

Bajie took out the Nine-toothed Rake from his waist, chanted a spell, and it instantly turned into a sharp weapon with a shining cold light.

Sha Seng's demon-subduing staff emits dazzling golden light.

The three of them gradually lost themselves in the exclamations of the little princes, so arrogant.

The children's eyes showed no sign of concealing their envy and pursuit. The disciples still felt it was not enough, so they simply jumped onto the clouds and showed the children how immortals fly on the clouds.

King Yuhua was greatly surprised and secretly sighed in his heart, he is truly a god.

"Father, we also want to fly to the sky."