BookMe #1737 - Rob me? Are you sure?
#1737 - Rob me? Are you sure?
Regardless, Tang Seng had returned after all. Although his mood seemed a bit strange, no one really paid it much attention.
After leaving the village, Chu Hao led the master and his disciples to continue their journey.
In the shadows, not only Dipankara but also Guanyin and Ksitigarbha were silently watching.
This time, in order to prevent Tang Seng from being captured, they had spent a great deal of effort, even sending Dipankara out.
"Venerable Guanyin, do you think this Tang Sanzang will be unaffected by demonic energy?" Dipankara Buddha asked in a deep voice.
"Perhaps. It's hard to say with demonic energy," Guanyin didn't make a hasty judgment.
But Dipankara Buddha shook his head and said, "Demons originate in the heart and are completed in action. Tang Sanzang is currently in the heart stage, but slowly, it will take shape in his actions."
Clearly, he had also heard what Tang Seng had said to his disciples earlier.
However, Ksitigarbha had a different view: "My Buddha is merciful, and the Buddhist scriptures are bestowed to eliminate the demons in people's hearts. Tang Sanzang is, after all, a disciple of Buddhism and has a unique understanding of the Dharma. It is thought that it will slowly diminish."
Hearing this, Dipankara Buddha did not agree: "Becoming a demon is only a matter of a thought. Even a peerless figure like the Future Buddha Maitreya could not avoid being infected by it. Tang Sanzang is naturally no exception."
"Ancient Buddha, please don't be alarmist," Ksitigarbha reminded him.
"Amitabha!" Dipankara Buddha proclaimed a Buddhist title and said no more.
On the other side, Chu Hao and the others set off again.
However, things seemed a bit off along the way, especially with Tang Seng.
Originally, Tang Seng usually liked to exercise, but it was generally in terms of refined movements.
Now, he was actually stripping off his upper body and rushing into the water alone, constantly practicing his fists, occasionally shouting, "Monsters, prepare to die!"
This always made Zhu Bajie think that his master was implying something, blaming him for being lazy.
Besides that, he was particularly sensitive to blood.
For example, when Chu Hao secretly ate a chicken, Tang Seng noticed it.
Although he addressed Chu Hao as Immortal Lord, he still said to him very seriously, "Immortal Lord, if you want to eat meat in the future, leave it to this monk. This monk will be responsible for killing!"
These words frightened Sun Wukong and the others. They thought that their master was dissatisfied with his three disciples and was hinting at them.
Especially Sun Wukong, he didn't want to have the fillet read again, so he simply ran a little further away.
As a result, Tang Seng directly pulled him over and said, "Wukong, this journey is full of dangers, and you are the eldest disciple. Come, follow your master and exercise properly."
And so, these three disciples would occasionally be taken by their master for some outdoor fitness, which really broadened their horizons.
That was not all. He often warned his three disciples that in order to save the world, they must kill all the wicked people under heaven.
Look, is this what a monk should say?
"Brother Chu Hao, are you sure the person you rescued is our master?" Taking advantage of the break, Sun Wukong secretly came to Chu Hao's side and asked.
"What's wrong?" Chu Hao asked, looking at him.
"Don't you think my master is acting strangely? His temper is weird," Sun Wukong said truthfully.
His temper, which was good one moment and bad the next, was really giving them a hard time.
"Is that so?" Chu Hao asked, feigning doubt.
He naturally knew that Tang Seng was acting a bit strangely, and it was because he was affected by demonic energy.
It was estimated that Tang Seng's heart was also in a state of frantic struggle at this moment. Under this subtle influence, even he could not judge what would happen next. The only thing he could do was to keep a close eye on him.
"Brother Chu Hao, tell me the truth, what exactly is wrong with my master? This old Sun can take it," Sun Wukong still didn't believe it.
Hearing this, Chu Hao smiled and stroked his furry head, saying, "Wukong, don't worry, your master is fine. He'll be fine in a while."
"Where's Sun Wukong? Where did he run off to again? All he thinks about is resting. Time is wasted on the road. You should take advantage of this time to exercise more. Come, let me teach you how to practice your fists!"
At this time, Tang Seng was shouting again.
Sun Wukong thought to himself, when did I, Old Sun, fall to the point where I need you to teach me how to practice my fists?
If this gets out, I'll lose face.
Helpless, the group set off again.
Before long, they saw a village.
The village was not large, but the fields were neatly arranged, and the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard, creating a harmonious scene.
The master and his disciples naturally wanted to go to the village to beg for alms. They arrived at the entrance of the village and saw a plaque above the entrance with the words "Tuoluo Village" written on it.
Before they could get close, several burly men suddenly appeared, blocking their way.
Although the master and his disciples, except for Tang Sanzang who looked relatively normal, all had ferocious appearances, these men didn't seem to be afraid at all. Instead, they arrogantly blocked their path.
"Who are you?" The brawny man at the head had a scarred face, looking fierce and menacing.
"We have come from the Eastern Tang Dynasty to worship Buddha and seek scriptures in the Western Paradise. Can you allow us to stay for a night?" Tang Seng said with a bow.
"Monks?" The brawny man looked at the strange group, frowning slightly.
Suddenly, a younger brother next to him leaned over and said to the brawny man, "Brother Niu, don't talk nonsense. Collect the toll."
The brawny man, called Brother Niu, then came back to his senses and immediately shouted loudly, "I don't care where you come from. When you arrive at our Tuoluo Village, you have to pay the toll. No payment, no passage."
As soon as these words came out, Sun Wukong immediately couldn't sit still, but thinking about his master's usual behavior, he didn't want to flare up.
Chu Hao stood aside and noticed that the village was located right in the middle of two large mountains, forming a checkpoint-like place. If they didn't pass through here, they would have to cross the mountains and worry about jackals, wolves, and tigers. No wonder these guys were so arrogant.
As the spokesperson, Tang Seng stood in front of his disciples and said seriously, "Venerable benefactors, we are just monks seeking scriptures and do not have any travel money on us."
"No travel money? Are you kidding me? Quickly hand it over, or get out of here," Brother Niu said sharply.
Hearing this, a hint of murderous intent suddenly flashed in Tang Seng's eyes, and even more demonic energy emerged from his body.
This scene was immediately seen by Chu Hao. His eyes were deep, as if he was waiting for something.
However, in the end, Tang Seng did not act. Even if he was affected by demonic energy, he was still a monk who sincerely believed in Buddha. Seeing that negotiations had failed, he had Sha Seng take out some travel money.
"This is all the travel money we have," Tang Seng said.
"Just this little?" Weighing the travel money, Brother Niu was a little dissatisfied.
This time, Sun Wukong completely couldn't sit still. He held the Golden Cudgel in his hand, stared at Brother Niu, and said in a low voice, "You guy, dare to talk nonsense again, and I, Old Sun, will take care of you."