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

Wukong seemed to have found his savior, and his eyes were filled with little golden stars.

Bajie glanced at the bananas behind him. Even though he had a big appetite, he couldn't use all his food to eat bananas.

He quickly squatted down, picked up a clay pot and wanted to go out, "Master, I will move it now."

Bang~ Goku felt something in his body shatter gently.

Bajie just walked to the door and turned back, "What are Lao Sha, Xiao Bai and the others doing?"

"That's a good question. I will definitely not let you do the hard work alone."

Bajie nodded, that’s pretty good.

The next second, Tang Seng took out the banana peel that Wukong had just left and solemnly placed it in Sha Seng's hand, "Thank you for taking this outside."

Bajie…?

"Master, there are several cans of oil on the ground!"

After hearing this, Tang Shan counted and found that one earthenware jar weighed about 20 kilograms, and there were still five jars left.

It's a real waste of labor for Bajie to move only one at a time.

"Bajie, do you want to move everything in one go?"

Bajie was secretly delighted. Is his master planning to ask Lao Sha to help him move the things?

He nodded vigorously, baring his teeth, "Yes, of course I do."

Tang Shan nodded, "Come on, put down your hands first, then spread your arms."

Bajie did as he was told. Tang Shan picked up a can with one hand and placed it on his left arm, and then placed another can on his right arm.

There are still three cans on the ground. Bajie held his breath and said, "It's okay, just two cans is no problem."

He had a smug look on his face and winked at Sha Seng. Hehe, Old Sha still has to move three jars later. The master is indeed fair.

Even at this point, Bajie still felt happy.

The next second, Tang Shan placed a can between his thighs and said, "Hold it."

"Ah?" Bajie was horrified. "Master, how...how am I supposed to walk?"

His thighs clamped the earthenware jar tightly, and his calves were spread apart like a fish tail.

Tang Shan remained calm, "You can still walk with your feet turned outward."

Bajie...

He took a deep breath and said, okay, he would endure it.

He turned sideways and slowly moved towards the door. After he finally got out of the door, Tang Shan came over again with a can.

She leaped onto the horse's back and placed the oil can on Bajie's big head with both hands.

Bajie was like a petrified puppet, not daring to move or breathe.

Sha Seng couldn't bear to watch it any longer, "Master, how about I take those two cans?"

Bajie tried his best to maintain his balance, looking straight ahead, and hummed softly, "Hmm."

Laosha people are still the best.

Tang Shan shook her arms, "It's okay, Master believes in Bajie, it will definitely work."

Bajie...

Is this a question of belief?

Then, "Lao Sha, bring the bottom can over here too. I feel like I can fit another can on my head."

Bajie: Life cannot bear the burden, and the end is not far away.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice, "Now... go... back... eat... bananas... okay..."

Seeing this, Wukong suppressed his nausea, tore two pieces at a time, stuffed them into his mouth, and swallowed them whole.

He now feels that it’s okay to eat a few more.

After a lot of trouble, the master and his apprentice started to ambush in the dilapidated house after dinner in the evening.

In order to avoid being exposed, several people didn't even light candles.

Fortunately, the moonlight was bright and the small trees on both sides of the road could be seen clearly.

"Master, when will the thieves come?"

The humble Bajie asked a question online, and his numb arms couldn't help but tremble twice.

Wukong picked up the small iron rod and poked his shoulder, "Don't move, or you'll throw Master down."

Bajie knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground and his back facing the sky like a big buffalo.

Tang Shan sat on his back seriously and without any shame, with her face pressed against the airtight hole in the wooden board, staring intently at the situation on the road.

There was no way, there was not even a chair in the room where someone could sit.

Tang Shan lowered her head and asked, "Bajie, are you anxious?"

His limbs felt heavier and more strenuous, and Bajie sighed softly. How could he not be anxious?