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

In Xuanying Cave on Qinglong Mountain, three bewildered rhinoceros spirits and the frightened old abbot stared at each other.

The old abbot was so frightened that his legs went weak. He closed his eyes tightly and mumbled the Diamond Sutra with his lips.

He was clearly on the bridge, preparing to meet the Buddha, but after a dizzy spell, he ended up in the cave.

As luck would have it, he was the only one dragged into the fairy cave.

I screamed madly in my heart: Holy monk, help me...

With the fragrant ghee in front of him, the rhinoceros demon had no time to pay attention to the old monk chanting in the corner.

Each of the brothers picked up a jar of sesame oil and gulped it down.

The monk didn't dare to open his eyes, and his ears became particularly sensitive. He was so frightened that he felt like he was out of his mind.

After a while, all 500 kilograms of sesame oil were eaten.

The rhinoceros demon wiped his mouth with satisfaction, burped, and sat on the couch, holding his stomach contentedly.

"Brother, do you think that monk is Tang Sanzang?"

Bi Chen lowered his voice and wondered if he would be lucky this year and could even get some of Tang Monk's flesh to eat.

Bi Han looked at it carefully and thought seriously, "It's possible."

"Hey!" Bishu shouted, "Monk over there, come here!"

The rhinoceros demon took a seat, and the old abbot walked slowly to them with trembling legs.

He bravely asked, "Donor...donor..., who are you?"

Even if I'm going to die, I'd better be a conscious ghost.

In the future, you will have the opportunity to report your dreams and ask a holy monk to help you.

"Hahahaha, he calls us donors!"

Bi Chen grinned, "I am Bi Chen."

"To avoid the heat."

"To keep away the cold."

The old abbot didn't dare to look up, but just nodded.

"what's your name?"

In extreme fear, the old abbot's mind went blank, and he blurted out subconsciously: "Fasting."

"What? Butt?"

"Ahahahahaha…his name is actually Butt."

Bi Chen held his stomach and laughed. How could a monk be so narrow-minded as to choose such a name?

The old abbot swallowed his saliva and weakly corrected himself: "Actually, I am a demon warding off evil spirits..."

"Hmm?" Bi Han suddenly stopped laughing, leaned forward, and a sense of oppression came over him.

"Are you mocking us as evil creatures?"

After he finished speaking, the three brothers looked at him in unison, their eyes full of murderous intent.

Whether he is Tang Monk or not, it is possible that he is afraid of being eaten so he deliberately gives a false name.

"Bang, bang, bang." The old abbot's heart beat like a war drum. This wasn't right, that wasn't right. "If Master Shi doesn't like it, I can also call him Pi Ni..."

"Bang!" Bishu slashed at the golden lantern with one hand, and the one-meter-long lantern shattered into pieces in an instant, "You still want to chop us!"

The old abbot was stunned. How could he not know that he had said such a thing?

He fell to his knees, "My Lord, I really didn't do that. I wasn't..."

"Are you Tang Sanzang?"

Bi Han's eyes were sharp and his tone was gloomy.

The old abbot said hurriedly, "I am not, but the holy monk is indeed in my temple."

The rhinoceros spirits were secretly delighted. So that's how it is. Then things will be much easier.

"Let me ask you one more thing. Did you take a bath yesterday?"

Bi Chen said this for no reason, which confused the abbot.

He didn't dare to hide it, and there was nothing to hide. "No, I wash it once every half a month in winter."

"Come here, take him and wash him, and eat him with the fragrant oil pancake on the bottom."

It turns out that the three rhino monsters have severe mysophobia, and all places in the cave, big and small, must be wiped three times a day to keep them clean.

"Please spare my life, my king!" The abbot kowtowed. The little demon grabbed his arm and dragged him away. "Holy monk, please save my life..."

"Ouch, brother, do you feel a little stomachache?"

Bi Chen bent over, covered his stomach with his hands, and groaned in pain.

Starting with him, his brothers fell ill one after another.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Bi Chen quickly ran ahead and said, "I'm going to the toilet first."

Bihan and Bishu reacted instantly and chased after him, "Let me go first."

"No, let me go first."

The three loving brothers started pushing and shoving each other for the toilet, and their anuses kept emitting yellow gas.

The little demon passing by felt the stench but didn't dare to cover it with his hands, so he could only rely on his extraordinary lung capacity to survive.

"Bang!" Bi Han went in and closed the toilet door, leaving Bi Shu and Bi Chen outside.

They leaned against the wall weakly, their hands still clapping at the door, "Brother, can you hurry up?"

"I really can't hold it anymore."

"Oh~" Bi Han let out a refreshing cry, followed by an indescribable sound of thunder and dragon collapse.

A foul smell leaked out from the crack of the door. Bishu and Bichen clenched their sphincters and ran five meters away.

If you use sesame oil to moisten the intestines and add a pound of laxatives, even a god would break his legs.

"Tell me, is this year's sesame oil expired?"

"That shouldn't be the case. Everything was fine in previous years."

On the other side of the cave, the little demon made a fire and boiled water, and forcibly stripped off the old abbot's robes.

"Beasts, what are you going to do to me!"

The old abbot hugged his upper body tightly with both hands, his eyes were red, and he was filled with fear, grief and anger, wishing he could die on the spot.

I never expected that no one would be interested in this young and handsome guy, but when he got old, his innocence would be ruined.

Thinking of this, he was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness and burst into tears.

Meeting the king with mysophobia, the little demon has endless work to do all day long. Seeing the old monk crying, he became inexplicably angry.

He glared at the dry and wrinkled old man angrily. He was grateful that the king didn't despise the meat sticks. How could he call him a beast?

"Cry, cry, cry, hurry up and get into the pot."

If you don't clean him up, you will be the one who suffers.

The old abbot stopped crying. Are they going to cook him so soon?

"Wait a minute! Didn't the king say to clean me first?"

He felt that he could delay a little longer, and perhaps the holy monk and his capable disciple would come looking for him.

That’s right, he can’t panic now, he has to live as long as he can.

Xiao Yao took action immediately, grabbed his white, dry arm and dragged him to the pot, "Do you understand what a bath pot is?"

The old abbot sat in the pot trembling with fear. He didn’t expect the treatment here to be so good. He was even given hot water to take a shower!

The little demon threw several pieces of dry firewood into the water, and the fire gradually grew bigger and the water temperature became hotter.

Then he stood up and walked to the locker, and took out a basket full of red and pink flowers.

The little demon picked up two petals with his fingers and threw them into the water. Soon, the flowers in the pot were all surrounded by petals.

He never expected that he would have the chance to take a flower bath in his life.

The old abbot opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but stopped, staring at the pot.

After the little demon finished spreading the flowers, he looked like a dumb chicken and said with a wicked smile, "You want me to help you wash it, right?"

"No! Ouch—"

The little demon started scrubbing the old abbot's back right away, making sure to wash out all the dirt on his body.

The old abbot felt embarrassed at first, but he did feel comfortable.

I didn't expect that God would let him enjoy himself before he died. It was a consolation.

"My lord, I'm done washing."

The old abbot was wrapped in a bathrobe, and the little demon pushed him out.