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

Bajie covered his buttocks with tears in his eyes and was about to curse.

As soon as Tang Shan opened the door, she saw Wukong committing a crime with a stick.

Bajie glanced past the abuser and caught a glimpse of the corner of his master's clothes, his eyes darkening.

He tried his best to suppress the upward curve of his lips and pretended to look pitiful.

"Big Brother, I just came to remind Master that it's getting late."

He pretended to be a little scared, hugged himself and took a few steps back.

"I didn't mean to catch you peeping at Master getting dressed. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come here."

"If you're still not satisfied with the beating, then just keep on fighting." Bajie said weakly, holding his chest.

"I won't complain even if you kill me. You're my dearest senior brother, wuwuwu..."

You stupid monkey, I haven’t settled the score with you from last night, and you’re here to mess with me again today.

Do you really think I have no temper because I’m pregnant?

Wukong, with his back to Tang Shan, asked: "What's wrong with you fat pig today?"

"Why are you acting so much? Are you looking for a fight again?"

Bajie didn't refute, but just sobbed secretly.

Wukong frowned, thinking that something must be wrong when things were abnormal.

Out of his deep understanding of Zhu Bajie, Wukong looked behind him.

Then I saw Tang Shan looking at the two of them with an expression of anticipation.

Seeing Wukong looking at her, she raised her hand and greeted him sweetly.

Bang!

The iron rod fell to the ground.

"Master, I said it was all a misunderstanding, do you believe me?"

The fat pig was actually stirring up trouble and stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

Tang Shan couldn't help laughing, "I believe it."

Who could fall for such an obvious green tea scheme?

Kong Kong peeked at me changing clothes, just like when Bajie said he didn't like beautiful women.

From the original score.

Bajie: Huh? You believe everything he says?

Then what am I?

Are the things I just said stepping stones to take your relationship to the next level?

It turns out that I am the clown...

Wukong: You believe it? Huh~

It’s so worry-free to have an understanding master.

The palace hall.

"Master, you know the emperor hates monks, yet we're still coming to him openly. Aren't you afraid of being caught?"

Tang Shan turned to Wukong and asked, "Are you afraid?"

"The word 'fear' doesn't exist in Lao Sun's dictionary."

She looked at Sha Seng again, "Are you afraid?"

"Wherever Master goes, I'll go. As long as Master is here, everything will be fine."

Bajie: You two are making me look so miserable.

Tang Shan stared at Bajie and said seriously, "Actually, you don't have to be afraid. I believe that even the most perverted emperor wouldn't embarrass a pig."

Wukong and Sha Seng burst out laughing.

The master's mouth never spares anyone.

Bajie: Hello? Is this Guanyin? Are there any other pilgrims out there? I'd like to request a transfer.

Guanyin: Post notices all over the Purple Bamboo Forest, and Tang Seng and his disciples will refuse to receive anyone from now on.

"Report! A monk from out of town wants to exchange his pass."

The emperor said: "You bother me with such trivial matters? I will just drag you out and do hard labor."

He asks me about all kinds of trivial matters every day.

He rubbed his brows, teetering on the edge of anger.

"Wait a minute, you said they were from out of town, where exactly?"

The guard replied tremblingly: "They came from the Tang Dynasty in the East."

He carefully studied the emperor's expression.

It's because their country is very powerful. If they knew that the eminent monks from their country were detained here and forced to do hard labor.

I am afraid that if we are not careful, we will provoke a war between the two countries.

The emperor frowned slightly. The Tang Dynasty was far away from Chechi Kingdom, and he didn't know how many mountains and rivers he would have to cross on the way.

There are countless snakes, insects and monsters among them.

I guess this monk must have some abilities.

Since the emphasis on Taoism and the suppression of Buddhism began more than ten years ago, the status of the national master has become increasingly higher in the hearts of the people.

In recent years, it has even reached the point where it can compete with imperial power.

The guards lowered their heads politely, not daring to guess the emperor's thoughts.

"Go ahead and call them in."

The emperor finally spoke, and the guards followed his orders and left.

Let's first see if this monk has any ability. It would be a good idea to give the imperial master and others a warning.

Master Tang Shan and his three disciples came into the hall.

Emperor: This monk looks very stylish, and his robes are different from others.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard laughter and chatter from behind the door.

The people who came were the three national masters.

Now the three of them entered and exited the Xuanzheng Hall on their own without being summoned. A flicker of displeasure flashed in the emperor's eyes, but his face remained calm.

"We heard that the Emperor summoned several monks, so we came here to see what kind of monks the Emperor would appreciate."

The emperor suppressed his anger and asked, "Does he need your consent before summoning anyone?"

Besides, they arrived in just a moment, and the palace must have been filled with their spies.

This further strengthened his determination to destroy the prestige of the national teacher.

"The Imperial Master has arrived at just the right time. This is a holy monk from the Tang Dynasty in the East, who wants to exchange the pass for a certificate."

The emperor pointed at Tang Shan and the others with a smile.

The emperor's smile always carries a certain degree of unknown danger that cannot be ignored.

Tang Shan caught a glimpse of his personal eunuch sneaking out, but it was unknown what he was going to do.

She only knew that a battle of magic would take place soon.

But I don’t remember how it started.

If you don't read the book seriously, you will find it full of traps.

The three imperial masters looked over at the same time.

"Brother, do you think the hair on that monkey-cheeked guy looks like the hair behind the Sanqing Temple last night?"

Lu Li whispered in Hu Li Daxian's ear, fearing that his elder brother might be blind and unable to see such a big human-shaped yellow-haired creature.

Yang Li Daxian: "If he is this monk's disciple, then it makes sense why he helped those bald monks in Zhiyuan Temple."

Huli Daxian: "Don't worry, no matter if it's them or not, as long as they are monks, they can't escape from Chechi Kingdom."

The three of them decided to just kill them!

Emperor: They are whispering in front of me. It seems that I have given them too much face over the years, causing them to forget who is the king of Chechi Kingdom.

"Your Majesty, yesterday thieves broke into the Sanqing Temple and caused trouble. They not only stole the offerings but also let hundreds of monks escape, leaving behind a tuft of yellow hair."

Lu Li pinched the hair and walked closer so that the emperor could see it clearly.

"It's just a tuft of hair? How do you plan to investigate?"

Huli Daxian: "There is a suspect right now, Your Majesty, please take a look."

The Immortal Luli placed the yellow hair in his hand on the hair on Wukong's face with an arrogant look.

This color, this length, this hair texture.

Can't say they're similar, just say they're the same.

Wukong: Damn it! I’m losing my hair so quickly at such a young age. How can I go out and see people in the future?

Sha Monk nervously tugged at the corner of Tang Shan's clothes, "Master, it seems that our eldest brother has been exposed."

Bajie: You have come to this day too.

Tang Shan: I really want to say, Your Honor, I have an opinion.

"Based on just a handful of hair, you claim my disciple is a suspect. If you spread the word, aren't you afraid that others will laugh at the laws of your Chechi Kingdom?"

The disciples pecking at rice like chickens: "That's right."

Huli Daxian sneered, "It's no use being tough with words, you have to be tough with your methods."

He blew gently at the tuft of yellow hair.

A strange scene appeared.