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

In the imperial palace of India, in the imperial garden, people are brewing tea around the fire.

Tang Shan rubbed her fingers awkwardly. The Jade Rabbit Fairy looked at her with eyes that seemed to want to eat her up immediately.

"Master, you may as well let your disciple take care of the journey to obtain the scriptures. As long as you marry the emperor's son, this kingdom will be yours in the future."

Not only did the Jade Rabbit Fairy like it, but the king also thought that Tang Sanzang's appearance was unique.

Tang Shan smiled and glanced at her apprentice before politely declining, "To be honest, my apprentice is both directionally challenged and clingy. He never wipes his mouth after eating and even drools when he sleeps. I'm really worried about him."

The implication is: The journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures cannot be accomplished without her.

Wukong almost broke the banana in his hand. Is he directionally challenged and drooling?

He always travels by somersault cloud, so there is no problem of him being directionally challenged!

As for drooling, Master should have been talking about a fat pig.

Bajie rolled his eyes secretly. He didn't know who it was last time that he rode the white dragon horse and walked along the mountain road several times but couldn't get out. In the end, he insisted that he had encountered a ghost wall.

Sha Seng was speechless. Was the master saying that he was clingy?

However, he had to stay by his master's side at all times to learn the truth of cultivation, and strive to learn some basics as soon as possible to avoid the pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows in the quicksand river every day.

So, he has to be clingy!

"What a pity! Father had originally planned to reward each of your apprentices with ten thousand taels of gold, a thousand acres of fertile land, and countless jewels and valuables if you stayed."

The Jade Rabbit Fairy glared at Bajie and said, "Among the disciples, Pighead is the easiest to be fooled."

Along the way, Bajie finally convinced himself that the princess looked down on him.

Now that the beauty is gone, it would be good to make up for it with money.

After thinking it over, he pulled Wukong and Sha Seng aside and said, "Monkey Brother, Sha, do you still remember the time when the master sold his apprentice?"

Sha Seng immediately remembered that it was the first and only time in his life that he was seduced by a beautiful woman, even though it was a fake Bodhisattva.

Wukong frowned. Why was he bringing up these old events for no reason? Wasn't he afraid of being silenced by the Bodhisattva?

"What do you want to say, idiot?"

Bajie glanced at the people chatting happily in the pavilion and said in a low voice, as if he was guilty, "Since the master can sell his apprentice, then the apprentice should be able to sell his master as well."

He said it with little confidence, but he has always been a person who is brave enough to express his ideas.

"You idiot, do you know what you are talking about?"

Wukong had an expression that was hard to describe. What was going on? Instead of asking to go back to Gao Village, he was thinking of selling out his master?

He held his chin, his golden eyes constantly wandering between Tang Shan and Bajie.

Could it be that after so long, he has developed the habit of greed for money?

Sha Wujing mistakenly thought that Wukong was seriously considering the feasibility of selling his master, and was frightened and quickly grabbed his arm, "Big Brother, this is not a good idea."

Bajie felt a headache when he saw Sha Wujing's stupid brain. "What's the truth? Maybe Master wanted to say it but was too embarrassed to say it out loud. I just said it for him."

Wukong and Sha Seng suddenly fell silent and looked at him with strange eyes.

Bajie stretched his neck: "What? Am I wrong?"

Tang Shan came quietly, "Yes, yes, you are right."

Surprise! That voice sounds so familiar.

Bajie turned his head abruptly and blurted out without even thinking: "Master, please judge for yourself. They said they wanted to sell you, but I absolutely disagreed. I kept trying to persuade them."

Wukong raised his fist, which was as big as a casserole, and pressed it against Bajie's nose. Whether to hit him or not was just a matter of thought.

He swallowed, choosing his words carefully, "Actually, we apprentices also hope to solve problems for our masters..."