As soon as these words came out, several Taoist priests laughed.
Even the one who was slapped just now forgot about his embarrassment and started laughing at the master and disciples.
Judging from Bajie's clattering fists and Wukong's flushed face, the two of them were already accumulating strength.
"No wonder Master wants to beat you!"
Bajie grabbed a Taoist priest with one hand and threw it aside. Wukong followed up with a series of punches.
At first, a few Taoist priests who had not yet had their turn dared to point at Wukong and Bajie and scold them.
Nothing more than "bold" and "you are dead".
But after Wukong got wet and beat them all, they cried for father and mother, and lost the arrogance they had at the beginning.
After the anger in his chest was almost gone, Wukong jumped up to Chen San, knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists and said, "Master, it was just me who didn't understand the situation and contradicted Master."
Chen San looked at the group of Taoist priests again. They had gathered in one place, all of them were crying and wailing.
Bajie was also tired from the beating, so he sat down on one of the Taoist priests, with a weight of three hundred kilograms pressing on him. The Taoist priest struggled with his arms and legs in pain.
An old monk walked up to several people, saluted each other and said: "Elder, please spare them, otherwise they will report to the Imperial Master after they go back, and we people will inevitably be punished again."
Upon hearing the word "Guo Shi", Wukong immediately became energetic, approached the old monk and asked, "Is the Guo Shi a monster?"
The old monk looked puzzled: "The old monk only knew the three national masters once, and I really don't know their origins."
"Three people?"
The old monk nodded: "But there are rumors in Chechi Kingdom that the three national masters are all immortal masters who have gained Taoism from famous mountains. They have powerful spells, the ability to control wind and rain, and turn stones into gold... Why, they
Is it a monster?"
"I was asking you, why did you ask about me instead?"
Sun Wukong looked at Chen San: "Master, it seems that the culprits must be those three bullshit national masters."
Zhu Bajie punched the struggling Taoist priest beneath him and said angrily: "What a great ability to call upon the wind and rain to turn rocks into gold. I dare to offend you, Grandpa Pig!"
Xiao Bailong looked at the monks in ragged clothes and covered with scars in front of him, and couldn't help but be moved: "Master, they are so pitiful, please help them."
Before Chen San could express his position, Wukong poured cold water on Xiao Bailong: "How can I help? Go and plead with the king?"
"To be able to bring so many monks here to do hard labor, those three Bird Masters must have won the king's favor. Based on just a few words from the masters, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult."
Chen San's expression changed slightly: "Wukong, it's just that you don't trust my teacher. Why do you have no confidence in yourself?"
Wukong looked at Chen San confusedly.
Chen Sandao: "In matters such as begging for mercy and reasoning, in the final analysis, it does not depend on how good your words are, but on whether your fist is strong enough. This is what is meant by the saying that everything within the range is the truth."
"Since Master said so, then I, Old Sun, will understand."
Wukong held the golden hoop and knocked it on the ground.
"Wukong, why are you going?"
Sun Wukong turned around and said, "Didn't Master ask me to reason with the king?"
"You're such a bully, how can you show your face less like this? Master, let's go together."
The group of monks from Che Chiguo actually did not think highly of Master Chen San.
Although the name of the Holy Monk of the Tang Dynasty is resounding, this place has long been outside the boundaries of the Tang Dynasty. The so-called fierce dragon swims across the river in shallow water.
The two hands of Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajielu just now are capable of fighting at best, but compared with the magical powers of the three national masters, they seem to be inferior by a dozen or so...
But those few examples with bruises and swollen faces were standing nearby, and the monks did not dare to say anything, so they had to lead the way obediently.
Due to the long journey to the construction site, the group returned to the city and it was getting late.
Several people were still debating whether to meet the saint overnight or to enter the palace early tomorrow morning, but their way was blocked by two bright spears.
"The Imperial Master has issued an order that monks from outside are not allowed to enter Chechi Kingdom!"
Wukong snorted coldly and said angrily: "Master, I, Old Sun, think you were a little too gentle when you hit that little Taoist priest!"
Bajie, who was standing at the back, was worried that Wukong would get into a fight with the guard over a disagreement. He rolled his eyes and thought about it. He hurriedly took off his monk's hat, walked up and explained: "This official, we
A few of them just have less hair, but they are not monks."
Unexpectedly, the guard didn't even look at him and pointed to the notice posted outside the city wall.
Sha Monk put down his carrying pole and came to the notice: "The monks of Chechi State have caused trouble and deceived the holy people. From now on, all monks in the country will be punished with hard labor. Monks from outside are not allowed to enter the territory of Chechi State. They will cut their manes, bald people, and thin hair."
The same is true."
Hearing this, Bajie also walked over and took a look, and suddenly his expression turned pale: "This..."
Wukong looked at Chen San and said in a deep voice: "Master..."
Chen San summoned Wukong to his side: "These guards are acting under orders and are innocent people. Don't hurt them."
"This won't work, that won't work either, it's really troublesome!"
Wukong squatted down again, looking away, feeling angry.
Xiao Bailong came to the two of them and comforted him: "We are here to rescue these monks. If we conflict with the city guards as soon as we come up, we will be caught by the national master. We will be rude first."
It will be difficult to make peace with the monks."
Wukong sneered: "That's nice, just tell us how we can enter the city?"
Chen Sandao: "It's a piece of cake for our great sage to pretend to be a commoner and go in with a little disguise?"
With the words of the great sage, Wukong's anger disappeared and he stood up happily: "Master is right!"
A few people moved slightly away from the city gate, or wrapped their heads with long cloths, or used transformation techniques, and walked into the city gate again. As expected, the guards no longer blocked them.
Fortunately, the group of monks all wore shackles and walked very slowly, so a few of them caught up without much effort.
Seeing no one around, he changed back to his original appearance.
This operation shocked the group of monks, especially the old monk who was the leader. After seeing the changes of several people, he immediately regretted the contempt he had just given: "The elder is really a god. Before, the old monk was blind and ignorant."
A true Buddha still begs for forgiveness."
This group of monks were subdued by a single transformation technique. It was truly unprecedented.
However, Chen San didn't say much, but asked: "Is there a place to rest?"
"Yes, yes, some elders are coming with me."
A courtyard that looks grand but has long been dilapidated. You can only identify it as a temple based on the crumbling "Zhiyuan Temple" plaque on the door.
I cautiously stepped into the courtyard gate, which collapsed as soon as I pushed it, and saw dozens of tombs of different sizes in the corner.
Seeing Chen San's confusion, the old monk explained: "There were originally more than two thousand monks in Zhiyuan Temple. Since the three national masters came to Chechi Kingdom and the monks were punished with hard labor, many people died due to lack of food and clothing.
, now there are only about 500 people left in the whole temple. Fortunately, our temple enshrines the king’s shrine, so it will not be burned down like other temples.”