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

"Master, I have something to say but I'm not sure if I should say it or not."

"So entangled? Then don't talk about it."

Tang Shan grabbed the quilt and lay down on the bed.

"No, I must tell you." Zhu Bajie made up his mind, "Master, you are biased."

"Why do you say that?" Although it is true, I will never admit it.

"Why do I have to go again!" Bajie felt aggrieved.

I do all the dirty and tiring work by myself.

Now they want me to carry the corpse from the bottom of the well!

"Didn't I ask Kong Kong to go with you? What, are you afraid of ghosts?"

"Is Monkey Brother going to work? He's just supervising and watching!"

It’s better not to have it.

"One does the work, the other supervises. Isn't that normal?"

Tang Shan turned over, found the most comfortable position and prepared to fall asleep.

Zhu Bajie was furious and refused to leave.

Tang Shan sighed softly, "I, as a teacher, have always treated everyone equally and have always attached great importance to the healthy development of my disciples, both physically and mentally."

"Since you're dissatisfied, from now on you'll be responsible for fighting demons and robbing the gods in heaven. You'll be the first to rush into danger and the first to take the blame. How about that?"

"Master, I'm going to fish out the old emperor's body right now. Have a good dream."

Early the next morning.

"Master, the King of Wuji said that he has appeared in his son and wife's dreams. As long as we tell the secret code, the Crown Prince will take us into the palace."

"What's the code?"

"You have a red mole on your butt."

Tang Shan...

Not long after, a group of hunters came out of the city. They were the Crown Prince and his entourage.

"Kongkong, promise me that you won't do anything later."

After saying that, she slipped away.

I'd better let my good disciple say such an embarrassing code.

Wukong: "No, Master, where are you going?"

We agreed to go to the palace together later.

"Prince, there's a monkey dressed like a human blocking the road ahead."

The guards came to report urgently.

"Bring the bow, I want to bend the bow and shoot the big monkey today."

An arrow flew out quickly.

Wukong turned around suddenly and said, "How dare you, you little brat, plot against your Grandpa Sun?"

He exhaled from his mouth, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up.

"There's a monster!" Panicked voices and the sound of horse hooves.

Seeing that the group was about to turn around and run, Wukong flew in front of them and blocked their way.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. I am the eldest disciple of Tang Sanzang from the East, and I have been entrusted with a task by the King of Wuji."

The Crown Prince pulled the reins of his horse and tried to calm himself.

"My father is handling government affairs in the palace, how could he be connected with a demon monkey like you?"

"Haha, you demon monkey." Wukong's eyes were gloomy and his tone was cold.

If my master hadn't told me not to do it, I would have blew away a few people today.

"You have a red mole on your butt."

The Crown Prince: “Huh?”

"I told you there's a red mole on your butt. Don't you remember the code?"

How the King of Wuji does things is unclear even from dreams.

The Crown Prince was filled with shame and indignation: no one knew about such a private matter except his father, the Emperor, his mother, the concubines or his personal maids.

Could it be that this demon has an accomplice in the palace?

He is so concerned about my privacy, what exactly is he trying to do...

The Crown Prince's scalp went numb at the thought.

The soldiers below began to whisper to each other.

"Come here, tie up this demon and bring him back. I want to interrogate him personally."

Tang Shan, who was watching from a distance: No wonder he gave such a secret code, no one knows a son better than his father.

Being caught and brought back is like entering the palace.

"No, no, no, we are all family."

Tang Shan came out with a forgiving smile.

"Prince, there is another monk here."

"What a coincidence, let's take them back together."

Tang Shan...

I seriously doubt that the old guy King Wuji King never came to me in my dream at all.

"Your Highness, I am just an ordinary debt collector."

She picked up the receipt and waved it.

"What a mess! If you continue to talk nonsense, I will not forgive you!"

deny?

Tang Shan silently took back the receipt. If the old emperor had money, would she need to ask her son for it?

Do you understand that a son must pay for his father’s debts?

"Zhu Ba Lao Sha, bring out the corpse of the King of Black Chicken."

The preservation work is really good. After being underwater for three years, except for being a little white and wrinkled, it still looks quite like a living person.

The Crown Prince took a closer look and almost fainted.

There are people in the world who are so similar.

Tang Shan hurriedly supported him, "Young man, please don't get excited. I don't want to have to rescue another person later."

It won’t be this price by then.

Fortunately, last time, Wukong robbed Taishang Laojun's alchemy room.

Just find a resurrection pill and feed it to the person, and he will be brought back to life immediately.

But the problem is, I can’t feed it.

Tang Shan held the pill and looked back at Zhu Bajie with Wukong in tacit understanding.

Bajie's heart skipped a beat, thinking something was wrong. He waved his hands and stepped back.

"Master, don't look at me like that."

"I'd rather die than obey this time."

Tang Shan: Am I really that unreasonable?

Forget it, just crush the resurrection pill, mix it with water, and squeeze it in with a syringe.

That's it.

"Son, I am your father!"

As soon as the King of Wuji woke up, he cried and wanted to hug the Crown Prince.

He seemed to have forgotten that he hadn't had his mouth cleaned in three years.

Well, the prince who was almost frightened to death just now was completely overwhelmed by the stench.

The key point is that the soldiers below are still desperately shouting "Protect the emperor!"

The King of Black Chicken had his sentimental words stuck in his mouth.

He soon found the next victim of his stench attack.

"Holy monk, what is going on?"

Tang Shan had just put on a filtering mask and walked two meters away.

"I know what you want to say, but don't say anything yet."

The first thing you should do now is to brush your teeth and rinse your mouth carefully.

I’ll talk about revenge after I brush my teeth.

Tang Shan had just taken out the toothpaste, mouthwash, etc. when she suddenly thought of a brilliant plan.

Maybe the King of Black Chicken can kill the fake king with his stinking breath?

Wouldn't this save a lot of effort?

Wukong saw Tang Shan's hesitant hand and said, "Master, do you believe that he would have suffocated all the people in the city to death before he even returned to the palace?"

The main thing is that we are all going to be killed by his stink now.

Emmm...

Tang Shan threw the thing over quickly.

Judging from his current condition, the Queen and the Crown Prince would probably rather have a fake husband or fake father than acknowledge him.

"Go, spray him with some more floral water."

Clean up before hitting the road.

"Master, the Crown Prince is still unconscious, what should we do?"

"Give him a few slaps until he wakes up."

"Got it."

Wukong still remembered that the crown prince had just called him a demon monkey.

Just two slaps.

The Crown Prince's face was visibly red and swollen.

The soldiers below shouted "Protect the emperor" even louder.

The Crown Prince frowned, and Wukong figured it was almost time to wake up.

But Zhu Bajie wanted to join in the fun, "Brother Monkey, my hands are itching to play, give me one too."

Wukong calmly gave up his position to commit the crime.

Zhu Bajie raised his hand high up and faced up,

The Crown Prince's eyes were filled with incomparable anger...