Chapter 15 The Lost Soul (1)

In order not to cause panic among the residents of the town, everyone except Tang Seng and Su Xiaowan covered their heads and faces with scarves. However, even so, the group of people walking on the street still attracted a lot of attention.

"Master, look, everyone here is looking at us." Zhu Bajie covered the veil over his mouth with one hand and whispered.

"Second Senior Brother, be careful not to let your mouth slip!" reminded Sha Seng, who was carrying luggage at the side.

"Stop talking about me, your beard is almost piercing the veil, and you still talk about me!" Zhu Bajie muttered.

"Bajie, Junior Brother Sha is just doing this for your own good. If you scare others later, it will be bad. Hehe!" Sun Wukong couldn't help but also teased Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie glared at him fiercely: "You, Bi Mawen, are not much better, we... we are only half as good as each other, don't blame anyone else!"

"You idiot, let me beat you up!"

Sun Wukong hates people mentioning his past embarrassing things the most. Now when he sees Zhu Bajie mentioning it, he will pull the other person's ears out of anger.

Zhu Bajie was just having fun with his mouth, so when he saw his senior brother coming, he immediately turned around and ran behind Tang Seng.

"Master, look, senior brother, he is bullying people again!" Zhu Bajie hid behind Tang Seng and turned on the complaint mode.

"Disciples, stop making trouble." Tang Seng was quite helpless. Although his disciples were very capable, they would inevitably quarrel and fight with each other sometimes. In fact, as long as they didn't go too far, Tang Seng would follow them most of the time.

"Mage in front, wait a moment!"

At this time, a voice sounded behind everyone. Looking back, they saw a young man wearing a blue gown running towards them in a hurry.

The man was wearing a dome hat and was a bit thin. Seeing Tang Monk dismounting, he quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Are you a mage?" the young man asked while panting.

"Amitabha... I wonder what the donor has to do with this poor monk?" Tang Monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

"Master, please come to our house and have a look. Please..." After saying that, the young man knelt down to Tang Monk in the street.

"This benefactor!"

Tang Seng quickly helped him up, but the other party's sudden move caught him off guard.

"Donors don't have to be like this. If there's anything difficult, just say it's okay."

The young man seemed very excited. He wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Please save my child, Master, she is about to die..."

Everyone was startled when they heard this, and Tang Monk quickly asked: "What's wrong with your child?"

The young man just shook his head, as if he had something to hide.

"Master, can you please come to my house and have a look?"

Zhu Bajie was a little unhappy and muttered in a low voice: "Hey, you are really strange. Why are you so secretive when you want to ask for something?"

"Bajie, don't be unreasonable." Tang Seng turned around and glared at him. Sun Wukong took advantage of the situation and pulled Zhu Bajie behind him to prevent him from saying nonsense again.

Seeing that the young man looked troubled, Tang Monk nodded and said, "In that case, I will go with the donor."

The young man was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly bowed his head: "Thank you so much, Master!"

Under the leadership of the man, the master and disciples walked through a deep alley and came to a relatively simple house.

"Masters, please come in."

The young man stood by the wooden door and motioned for everyone to follow him into the courtyard.

There are two date trees planted in the front yard of the house, and there is a well made of stone bricks in the northwest direction. The house is an ordinary tiled house, and it can be seen that the living conditions of the owner's family are not very wealthy.
Chapter completed!