Chapter 311 Extra Chapter: When the Journey to the West is Full of Our Own People (7)

"Squeak, squeak"

"Don't miss out! Wuzhuang Temple Ginseng Fruit, factory direct sales, first come, first served..."

"Squeak, squeak"

"Sweet and juicy, it aids in cultivation, and there are many vintages to choose from..."

"Squeak, squeak"

"Look, friends! Don't you want the ginseng fruit picked by the Monkey King himself? Don't you want the ginseng fruit picked by Marshal Tianpeng himself? Don't you want the ginseng fruit picked by the Tang Monk himself? The Third Prince of the Western Sea..."

"I……"

"Keep eating. Look how satisfied and happy he is! Don't you want to try some?"

"I can't eat anymore... Ugh..."

Mukbang streamer Ao Lie couldn't keep eating any longer. Just as he was about to vomit, Sha Wujing pinched his mouth and pulled him off the live stream: "Okay, our Prince Ao Lie really loves them so much that he couldn't resist picking them himself, so everyone, don't hesitate, place your orders now..."

"Even the truly dead can be portrayed as alive."

The people responsible for picking ginseng fruits in the forest watched Sha Wujing's live stream and couldn't help but exclaim, "Sha Wujing is like two different people inside and outside the live stream!"

"Wukong is good at magic, Wujing is good at sales; everyone has different talents."

Tang Sanzang is now quite accepting of his three disciples' talent in sales.

"What about me, Master?" Pigsy winked at Tang Sanzang, his eyes full of anticipation.

Tang Sanzang was silent for a moment, then turned around to pick ginseng fruits—there were so many!

"Master!"

Pigsy jumped up and down, while Monkey laughed loudly: "Wuneng is utterly incompetent—"

"Ugh—" Ao Lie stood under the tree vomiting. Didn't anyone look at him? Didn't anyone speak up for him? Ugh—

...

"I will never eat ginseng fruit again in my life."

Having finally escaped from Wuzhuang Temple, Ao Lie looked the most miserable, his elusive appearance making Tang Sanzang feel embarrassed to ride him.

Bajie laughed at him: "That's why I say, just be a good white dragon horse and nothing will happen. They're just trying to trick Ao Lie!"

Ao Lie nodded, "That's right, there can't be a simple Ao Lie on the journey to the West, only the White Dragon Horse. I swear! I'll never speak again!"

Bajie expressed his disbelief: "I hope your vow can last a little longer."

"How magnificent!"

Just then, a young and beautiful village girl, carrying a basket of vegetarian food, gracefully walked over from a distance.

"Elders, seeing that you have had a long and tiring journey, I have prepared some vegetarian food for you. I hope you will not find it offensive."

"Where is this village girl from in the middle of nowhere?" Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together, about to politely refuse, but Zhu Bajie, unable to contain his craving, blurted out, "Since you are so kind, I, Old Pig, will not be polite."

"Tsk, where did this female benefactor come from? She's clearly a monster! Take this!"

Although Wukong had not undergone the alchemy process, he still possessed a pair of fiery eyes and immediately recognized that the village girl was actually the White Bone Demon in disguise. He swung his golden cudgel and struck her, instantly turning the village girl into a wisp of green smoke, leaving behind a pile of white bones.

"Wukong!"

Upon seeing this, Tang Sanzang gave a stern shout.

Wukong, unconvinced, shouted, "What, you have a problem with that?"

"nature!"

Tang Sanzang nodded. Seeing that the situation was somewhat deadlocked, Bajie wanted to say a few words of advice: "Master, this senior brother is much more accurate at spotting monsters than we are."

"So what if it's a monster? You can't just attack monsters indiscriminately!"

Tang Sanzang insisted on his point of view, while Wukong sneered, "In that case, I won't take action against any more monsters!"

"It's alright, I will guide them myself."

"snort!"

Bajie and Sha Wujing looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Only Ao Lie, who was just a white dragon horse, knew nothing and should not get involved!

Not long after, an old woman came looking for them, crying and sobbing.

The old woman came before Tang Sanzang, knelt down with a thud, and cried out, "Elder, have you seen my daughter? She came out early this morning to bring you vegetarian food, but she hasn't returned home yet."

Wukong stood to the side, arms crossed, and scoffed. Bajie whispered to him, "A demon?"

Wukong sneered, "Let's see how he tries to convert me."

“Amitabha, female benefactor,” Tang Sanzang picked up his staff, his face showing compassion, “This humble monk is a monk, not a fool.”

"Bang!"

"!" Seeing Tang Sanzang knock the old woman to the ground with a single swing of his staff, Pigsy's eyes widened in surprise, his head buzzing. "Is this what you call salvation?"

"Wukong, Bajie, what are you looking at? Come here and tie up this monster benefactor."

Tang Sanzang smiled and waved.

Wukong's lips twitched, forgetting his anger, he was curious to see what else the old woman could do, so he cooperated and tied her up tightly.

Sha Wujing scratched his head. "Master, isn't this a bit too impolite?"

A short while later, the old woman woke up, panicked: "Elders, what are you doing? Are you trying to murder me for my money?"

"Amitabha, you demon benefactor, confess and you will be treated leniently; resist and you will be punished severely," Tang Sanzang said, pulling out a small booklet from his robes and asking earnestly, "What is your name? What kind of demon are you? Are you registered? Do you have any other family members? Do you have any registered relatives or friends who can prove your innocence?"

The series of questions left Wukong and the others completely bewildered, not to mention the White Bone Demon herself.

She couldn't help but ask, "What exactly do you do?"

Tang Sanzang smiled: "This humble monk is a martial monk from the Great Ci'en Temple and the honorary deputy director of the Demon Suppression Division."

"A martial monk?"

Wukong exclaimed in surprise, and Bajie was also confused, asking incredulously, "Aren't you the Tripitaka Master?"

"That's right. As your master, I am proficient in burying people, burying demons, and burying calamities. I relieve the worries and troubles of all living beings. I am the Master of Three Burials."

"The 'funeral' in 'funeral procession'? Does that make sense?"

“Amitabha, there are also wrathful Vajras in Buddhism.”

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together, and his sleeves slipped down, revealing his lean and powerful forearms.

After the initial surprise, Wukong was still somewhat unconvinced: "Then what's the difference between you and me? One of us is executed immediately, and the other is subjected to slow slicing?"

"No rush, let me guide this demon benefactor."

Tang Sanzang looked at the bound old woman with a compassionate expression: "So, benefactor, are you an unregistered demon? Never been to the city before? A country demon? Are you aware of the latest regulations for managing demons?"

"Is...is there such a thing?" The White Bone Demon was confused. She was unconvinced; she was a fashionista. Who was being discriminated against by calling her a country bumpkin?

Actually, it was the Tang Dynasty's management method, but it didn't matter. Wherever he went, that was the territory of the Tang Dynasty, and the regulations applied! Tang Sanzang was very confident about this.

"Okay, it seems you don't know. Let me explain. There aren't many, just ten major points and one hundred and twenty minor points, totaling three thousand key points. Let me repeat it to you..."

They talked from dawn till dusk, and from dusk till dawn, until Wukong and his two companions were so tired from the constant talking that they kept yawning.

"Article 5, Sub-Article 11: Monsters operating without registration..."

"Master!" The White Bone Demon suddenly spoke, startling the group who had been dozing off. She then transformed into her true skeletal form, her bones radiating sincerity. "Master, I understand! I want to become a registered demon, a demon of the city. I'll go to the Tang Dynasty to register right now, don't worry!"

We can't listen to this monk's rambling anymore, or I'll develop osteoporosis! What's the point of Tang Sanzang's flesh compared to her bones! All the care she's taken to preserve her bones is going to be dulled by his chanting!

"That's it? He's been converted?"

"Amitabha Buddha, well said, well said—"