Journey to the West Bandits: The Poor Monk Just Wants to Be a Godfather

Chapter 239: The poor monk is good at physical salvation (please collect and recommend monthly tickets)
Looking at the ingot of gold that host Huiren took out, Wu Yuanwai just remained silent for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

"Host, how many monks are there from the Tang Dynasty?"

Host Huiren thought about it in his mind and said, "There are four monks, two women, plus a car."

"We will now arrange to live in Zen Room A."

Wu Yuanwai turned around and looked around at the dozen or so guards armed with swords and guns, a ruthless look flashed across his face.

"Done!"

"But how will the share be calculated then?"

Wu Yuanwai looked at Huiren with burning eyes. Although the gold was tempting, he had to take risks.

Host Huiren narrowed his eyes and said immediately: "The division will still be divided into [-]-[-] as usual."

"But after this incident, we will get a [-]-[-] share of the income from the unruly people!"

"make a deal!"

Wu Yuanwai rolled his eyes, looked at Host Huiren and nodded.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation, hahaha!"

Seeing that Wu Yuanwai agreed, host Huiren couldn't help laughing.

……

"This old bald donkey only wants to make money, but he actually wants to kill himself?"

Seeing the scene in the cave before his eyes, Sun Xingzhe was so angry that his hair stood on end.

"Master, tell me how to do it, we will all listen to you!"

"That's right, as long as Master opens his mouth, Xiaosha and I will definitely prevent them from seeing the sun tomorrow!"

Zha Wujin directly took out Gatlin and held it in his hand.

"As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole stalks the cicada. Since he wants our lives, he can't blame us for being ruthless!"

Tang San's eyes also darkened.

It was just that the monsters were trying to trick him on the way to seek Buddhist scriptures. At least they thought that eating me would make him immortal.

But what do you mortals do?
"Let's find a place to wait outside the Zen room. Master, I want to see what these people are capable of!"

The master and disciples turned around and left the Zen room hosted by Huiren, and returned to hide near their own Zen room.

After half an hour.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound outside the Zen room.

"coming!"

Sun Xingzhe suddenly opened his eyes, and the four masters and disciples became energetic.

Only a dozen men with their faces covered, each carrying a bundle of dry firewood, appeared at the door of their meditation room.

"Host, is this one?"

At the back of the group, member Wu glanced at Huiren, the host.

"Yes, this is the room. In order to make things easier, I arranged a room for these monks from the beginning!" Host Huiren nodded.

"Go!"

Wu Yuanwai immediately shouted lowly.

The dozen or so men with their faces covered immediately placed all the dry firewood they had around the meditation room, and then poured a bucket of hot oil on them.

"Wow!"

As Wu Yuanwai threw a fire stick, the dry firewood outside the meditation room was instantly ignited.

When dry wood meets the fire, the flames suddenly burst into the sky!
The greedy eyes of Wu Yuanwai and Host Huiren seemed to become extremely bright in the firelight.

"Hahaha! The Tang Monk's treasures are all ours!"

The two people looked at each other and laughed arrogantly.

however……

Praying mantis catches cicadas.

The oriole is behind!

The four masters and disciples of Tang Sanfu came out of the darkness. Sun Xingzhe patted the shoulders of Master Huiren and Wu Yuanwai, and said lightly: "Two brothers, what are you laughing at?"

"Of course I am laughing at that monk..."

Halfway through the words, Huiren's voice suddenly stopped, and his whole body seemed to freeze in place.

Wu Yuanwai turned around and saw only the few monks who appeared in the hall during the day, intact in front of him.

???

"You...why are you here?"

Tang Sanzian chuckled softly: "Then where do you think we should be?" Before Wu Yuan could go out to speak, the host Huiren shouted urgently: "Stop staring at the meditation room, the real master is here!"

In an instant, more than a dozen swords and guns surrounded Tang San's master and disciples in the center.

It seemed that this scene gave Host Huiren and Wu Yuanwai a bit of courage. The two of them twisted their necks and looked at Tang San's funeral with gloomy expressions.

"Monk, since you have seen through the matter, we won't hide it anymore."

"If I'm to blame, it's because you have little experience in the world and don't understand the principle of not leaking money."

"Today I have no choice but to ask you to die. Remember to be more careful in the next life!"

……

After three seconds.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

A series of sounds of kneeling down, accompanied by sounds of begging for mercy, came one after another.

"Holy Monk, stop fighting. Holy Monk, I beg you!"

"Uuuuuuuuuah...very deep, I beg you..."

Looking at Host Huiren and Member Wu being beaten by Sun Xingzhe and Zhu Bajie, who were all over the floor begging for mercy, Tang Sanbian curled his lips.

In the world of Journey to the West, if you don’t even have any magic power, you still want to imitate other people’s robbery?

It’s like an old birthday girl going to the toilet - looking for death!
"A small host actually dares to collude with the wealthy gentry to fool the people?"

Tang Sanbian raised Huiren's ear and continued: "You don't know whether you are alive or not, but you still want to steal my things. Who gave you the courage?"

"Speak out and let me listen!"

"Gollum!"

Host Huiren was so scared that she wet her pants and her head kept shaking like a rattle.

"Holy Monk, I...I am nothing!"

"Otherwise...or just treat me like a fart!"

"I...I am willing to give up all my wealth!"

Seeing the host Hui Ren, who had a large amount of wetness on his crotch, Tang Sanbing pondered for a moment, and then said in a stern tone: "You don't regard me as a boss, do you?"

"No, no, no... you are the boss, you are the ancestor!"

Host Huiren looked aggrieved. If you are not a boss, then who else dares to call yourself a boss?
Tang Sanzian smiled contemptuously, and then said: "How can there be turbid air in the boss's body, let alone be released between heaven and earth?"

……

Host Huiren's face fell instantly. It seemed that he was doomed this time.

Looking at the ferocious-looking disciples around Tang San, Master Huiren's eyes flashed with a ruthless look.

Perhaps if the fat monk in front of him is caught, there is still a little room for survival!

Host Huiren made up his mind and immediately pounced towards Tang San Burial...

Tang Sanzun stretched out a hand to hold Huiren's head, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Remember, the person who killed you, Tang San, the scripture collector from the West, will be buried!"

Host Huiren's face suddenly changed, and his head exploded like a watermelon.

He didn't even have time to escape, and his soul immediately disappeared!

After dealing with Huiren's host, Tang San's eyes fell on Wu Yuanwai, who was trembling.

"Don't... don't kill me, I... I have money, and I can give you all my money!"

"I just ask the holy monk to spare my life!"

Tang San buried his bald head and asked, "Then how much money do you have?"

Wu Yuanwai thought there was hope and kowtowed excitedly: "I... I have a thousand taels of silver at home and hundreds of acres of fertile land. I... I am willing to give it to the holy monk."

"Is that so?"

Tang Sanbian glanced at Wu Yuanwai with interest, and then sighed with regret.

"It's a pity. Even if I kill you, these things will still be mine."

"As a monk, what the poor monk is best at is physically saving sentient beings."

"Xiao Sha, send them to see the Buddha!"

Killer immediately mentioned Gatlin, with a perverted smile on his face.

"Da da da da da..."

(End of this chapter)