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

The person involved, Bajie: I regret it now, I regret it very much, I regret it a lot.

The officers took them to the most luxurious Taoist tavern in the capital before bowing and leaving.

Wukong: "Master, look, these restaurants and taverns don't employ any servants, and the ones serving dishes and cleaning pots are all monks."

Bajie: "Monks are not chanting in the temple, but are like the lower class being beaten and scolded. How pitiful!"

As he said this, he picked up the vegetarian bun on the table and started to eat it.

Lao Sha couldn't bear to watch it any longer and wanted to invite a few monks to sit down and drink some hot tea.

Unexpectedly, they were so scared that they kept waving their hands, fearing that the shopkeeper would find out that they were slacking off.

A guest at the next table said to them, "You must be from out of town, right? Monks like you can't sit in a Taoist tavern and drink tea."

Lao Sha: "It's okay to drink while standing, it helps moisten your throat."

The others...

The guest smiled and shook his head. He slowly put down his chopsticks and told the master and his disciples about the situation in Chechi Kingdom.

In the past, Chechi Kingdom was a country that respected Buddhism and Taoism.

But more than ten years ago, the country suffered a three-year drought. The emperor and Buddhists held prayers for rain every day, but not a drop of water fell.

Later, three Taoist priests came, namely, the Great Immortal Tiger Power, the Great Immortal Deer Power and the Great Immortal Sheep Power.

They said they could cast a spell to bring rain, and later it happened just as they said.

So the emperor formed a brotherhood with the three men and appointed them as imperial teachers.

As for the Buddhist monks, the emperor gave them to the imperial teacher as domestic slaves, who could enslave them at will.

After listening to this, Tang Shan calmly took a sip of tea.

Bajie the cat timidly leaned close to Tang Shan's ear.

"Master, did you hear that? You're in a very dangerous situation right now. If you're not careful, you'll be captured and forced to work as a laborer."

If you call me a good disciple now, I will reluctantly protect you every step of the way.

Tang Shan remained calm and asked, "Is there ever a day when my master isn't in danger?"

I am the walking delicacy in Journey to the West, and every demon wants to take a bite of me.

I'm not afraid of goblins, so why would I worry about these weirdos?

Sha Seng took out a golden rope from his bag and silently wrapped it around Tang Shan's wrist, with the other end of the rope in his own hand.

Tang Shan was silent for a few seconds, "Lao Sha, are you planning to play the Master's forced love trick?"

I was eating well, but now you use Laozi's belt to tie my hands and walk the dog here?

Sha Seng quickly explained: "Master, there are so many people here. I'm afraid you'll be separated by the crowd. For your own safety, please bear with it."

Besides, this rope is golden, so Master shouldn’t dislike it.

Wukong: "Old Sand, do you think I'm just a decoration? As long as I'm here, how could Master be in trouble?"

Bajie pouted, "He claimed to be invincible, but Tathagata still crushed him down the mountain for hundreds of years with a single palm strike."

"You dead pig, you're looking for a beating, aren't you? You feel uncomfortable if you don't get beaten for a day, right?"

Lao Sha hugged Wukong, who was about to get angry, tightly and said, "Second Brother, why are you bringing this up again? Big Brother can't stand hearing people say these things."

"Master, please persuade him quickly."

Hmm? Where's the Master?

Where is the person who was sitting there just now???

Sha Seng immediately tightened the golden rope in his hand, the other end of the rope was behind the flower bed.

The three of them came forward, pushed aside the leaves and looked down.

"Meow~"

A lazy little white cat blinked its big deep blue eyes and looked at the few people.

Bajie's crying voice came out of nowhere.

"Master, how did you turn into a cat?"

He sobbed and touched it with his hand, "What a sin! It turned into a female!"

Bajie carefully held the cat in his arms.

"Master, don't worry. Even if you become a female cat, we will take you with us to obtain the scriptures."

"Brother Monkey, Lao Sha, what do you say?" Bajie looked up.

Wukong and Sha Seng were standing far away and didn't even know when the rope was thrown on Bajie.

Bajie: Huh? Why are they so far away from me?

The next second, "Bang!"

A loud slap rang out across Bajie's face, "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're ugly."

"If you dare to steal my cat again, I'll smash your pig face into pieces!"

The injured Bajie, the confused Sha Seng, the watching Wukong and the onlookers...

Tang Shan rubbed her ears and walked out of the pub, strolling alone on the street.

One person’s loneliness is the fault of three people.

After arguing with my apprentices for a long time, I feel surprisingly comfortable being alone occasionally.

At the end of the street a small crowd of people gathered.

With her height advantage, Tang Shan was able to see through the tops of many heads suffering from Mediterranean hair loss and reach the innermost part.

A middle-aged monk sat upright on the ground, his upper body leaning against the wall.

He held a broken porcelain bowl tightly in his hand, and even with his eyes closed, he did not loosen his grip.

He looks no different from a beggar on the street.

People around pointed and talked, but no one stepped forward to help.

Tang Shan's body was faster than her brain, and she immediately stepped forward to smell his breath.

She was about to help the man up when the people began to talk loudly.

"Sir, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. If the Taoist disciples see you helping the monk, you will probably give them a hard time."

"They held our incense, yet watched the land suffer from drought and the people suffer without any rain. Now this is nothing but punishment from heaven."

"That's right, you'd better not get involved with them."

Tang Shan rolled up her sleeves in silence.

In ancient times, Zhuge Liang debated with many scholars, and now I, Zhuge Shan, battle with ignorant people.

Wukong and his companions followed the location and pushed through the crowd, and happened to see Tang Shan responding to everyone with a serious and firm face.

"They are human beings just like you. You can't even pray for rain, so why should you be able to pray to monks for it?"

"Is a bald head a rain catalyst? If there's no rain, you blame others. If there's more rain, do you still blame others?"

"You prayed to the heavens and worshipped the gods and Buddhas, but instead of blaming them for the lack of rain, you regarded the monks as the source of the disaster."

"Hasn't your incense money been used to build a golden statue of the Buddha? Hasn't it been used to build tall buildings and courtyards for the temple?"

"Sometimes you should reflect on your own problems. Have you been praying to the gods and Buddhas seriously over the years? Have you been sincere enough?"

Wukong and his companions quickly pushed away the increasing number of onlookers.

If the master doesn't stop talking like that, he'll probably start yelling at the whole street.

Tang Shan's lofty talk fell into the ears of two young Taoist priests who were out shopping.

"I didn't expect that there would be someone who dared to speak up for the monk."

"Let's go back and report to the three imperial masters."

"Hey, don't leave, I can still fight for another 300 rounds."

Wukong covered Tang Shan's mouth and dragged her away.

Lao Sha carried the luggage, and Bajie carried the middle-aged monk and followed behind.

Tang Shan: I feel like I’ve eaten a mouthful of hair.

I haven’t had enough fun yet, let me go back!

The news that Tang Shan was standing up for the monk in the street spread quickly, and the Taoist tavern directly stopped them from entering.

Tang Shan: "Don't you know that customers are king? I'm extremely dissatisfied with your service attitude. I want to complain!"

The shopkeeper shook his head: He is good-looking, but unfortunately he is possessed by a demon.

"Ouch~"

A slipper fell from the sky and hit him right on the forehead.

"Who threw me?!"