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

Chapter 282 The Third Master takes everyone to grow some good things (please collect and recommend monthly tickets!)

Tang San's words made Hua Bao Jing's heart suddenly become hot.

"Holy Monk, although there are alternatives to the things you mentioned, things like cotton and rice paper are all over there with the human race..."

"We monsters are not easy to deal with!"

Although Yinwu Mountain has tobacco leaves as raw materials, if you want to do cigarette business for a long time, you will definitely need a stable supply of cotton and rice paper.

There is no reserve of these two things in Hidden Mist Mountain.

Tang Sanzian smiled slightly, raised his hand and patted the leopard spirit on the shoulder: "This is all a small matter. Although the Ye Mansion at the foot of the mountain is gone, the Ye Family Village still exists!"

"Just call on the people in Yejia Village to start growing cotton to make rice paper!"

"As for the rest..."

Tang Sanzong glanced at the little demons in the Zheyue Lianlian Cave and couldn't help but frown.

There were only seven or eight monsters in the entire cave, so it was really miserable.

"You occupy such a large area and only have a few little monsters under your control?"

The Hua Leopard Spirit lowered his head in embarrassment and said, "The Holy Monk doesn't know something. Hua Leopard and I are not a local monster in Xiniu Hezhou."

"Back then, I fled here from Luzhou, Beiju. I was considered a migrant. I owe this little wealth to the money I made from the tobacco business."

If it weren't for the fact that Zheyue Lianhuan Cave was rich and had better wages, Hua Baojing might not even be able to scrape together this small amount of money.

"That's all, I'll find a way to bring some monsters from other places to attack you."

Tang Sanzong waved his hand and looked at the Leopard Spirit with some helplessness.

Whether it is financial strength or spiritual world construction, this leopard spirit can be regarded as the worst monster clan I have ever seen.

However, before he could finish his words, a loud voice suddenly sounded outside the Lianlian Cave.

"The 30-year period has come, and the Leopard King Sect's millions of troops welcome the young sect master back to the sect!"

This sound seemed to be earth-shattering, and one stone stirred up thousands of waves!

The leopard spirit, who originally looked a little embarrassed, was trembling with excitement!

Young suzerain!
How many years have you not heard this name since you escaped from Beiju Luzhou?

Leopard King Sect’s million-strong army!
Is it possible that the Leopard King Sect found a way to solve the sequelae of tobacco leaves and became a dominant force in Beiju Luzhou?

The more Leopard Spirit thought about it, the more excited he became. No matter how many people Tang San buried, he shouted directly: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty!"

"Holy Monk, we have enough manpower to make Nanshan brand cigarettes!"

Tang Sanzong, who was in the cave, naturally heard the sound and looked at the leopard spirit with some surprise.

Unexpectedly, this humble little leopard in front of me actually has some background.

That's fine, you don't have to think of ways to transfer people yourself.

Everyone in Zheyue Lian Cave followed the leopard spirit towards the outside of the cave, especially the little demons who originally worked under the leopard spirit.

After hearing that his king's million-strong army had arrived, he walked with his head held high, as if he saw his own bright future.

Wait until they reach the cave entrance.

A few people took a closer look, but there was nothing outside Zheyue Lianlian Cave.

There were only two old leopard spirits kneeling on the ground, their butts higher than their heads.

"Old slave Yang Baiwan, Chen Dajun!"

"See Young Sect Master!"

???

Millions...an army?
The corners of the leopard spirit's mouth twitched, and he hurriedly took a few steps forward, asking with disbelief: "Who are you?"

Yang Baiwan, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head, with one eye toward the sky and the other toward the ground. He looked into the air and said, "Young Master, you don't recognize me anymore? I hugged you when you were a child."

Leopard Spirit:......

The leopard spirit came forward, hugged Yang Wanwan's face and moved it towards her, making sure that he was facing her. "Where are the others? Where are the remaining members of the Leopard King Sect?"

Chen Dajun twisted his mouth and said twitchingly: "Now there is no one else in the Leopard King Sect except us two old guys!"

The leopard spirit asked in disbelief: "When I ran for my life, didn't my dad also run away?"

"He also ran away with someone?"

Chen Dajun shook his head calmly, and then said: "Your father is gone."

The leopard spirit sighed. Ever since he got contaminated by tobacco leaves, he knew that this day would come.

"He died peacefully, right?"

Yang Baiwan shook his head: "The situation is very miserable!"

"I had long advised him not to smoke tobacco. Did he finally get addicted to tobacco and die miserably because he couldn't get enough tobacco to replenish his tobacco?"

"The old sect leader was struck to death by lightning when he was going through a tribulation."

The leopard spirit was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Can the lightning from Dujie kill him? It seems that he has been wasted after leaving Beiju Luzhou in these years."

Yang Wanwan explained: "That's not the reason. Back then, we followed the old sect master to escape from Luzhou in Beiju, and finally ended up in Nanzhanbuzhou. The old sect leader went out that day without reading the almanac, and it was Valentine's Day."

"As a result, there were too many people in the human race who swore an oath. If the sky thunder did not attack the human race, it would all fall on the head of the old sect leader who was out..."

???

The leopard spirit was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Then did he leave anything for me?"

Yang Wanwan said: "The old sect leader hopes that you will lead the Leopard King Sect to become the largest demon clan force in Luzhou, Beiju!"

"Just with your millions of troops?"

"The army was so excited when they saw you. They have high blood pressure and are currently trying to rescue you."

The leopard spirit glanced at Chen Dajun, who was lying on the ground breathing heavily, his mouth twitching, and felt that his whole body was not well.

After Tang Sanzian witnessed all this with his own eyes, he walked up to Leopard Spirit after being silent for a long time and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah Bao, as long as you follow me and sell cigarettes well, plus you two elders...well, elders, I will definitely be able to restore the Leopard King Sect in the future."

Yang Wanwan looked at Tang Sanzang with excitement and said, "Did this holy monk hear about the story about me and the army?"

The leopard spirit looked at Yang Baiwan suspiciously and asked, "Do you have any stories before?"

Yang Wanwan said with a proud face: "When we were working under the old sect leader, we had a nickname that was famous in Beiju Luzhou!"

Looking at the smart image of Yang Wanwan with his eyes moving up and down, and looking at Chen Dajun lying on the ground twitching, a terrible thought suddenly appeared in Tang Sanzang's mind...

He couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that you two used to be called Wolong Fengxiao?"

Yang Baiwan was surprised and asked with excitement: "Have you heard of our story?"

"No, your faces have stories written all over them!"

It’s crazy that these two people can be restored in the Leopard King Sect!
……

Tang Sanzong gave up the idea of ​​using the Leopard Spirit and led them to Yejia Village at the foot of the mountain.

All the villagers were gathered in the small square of Ye Mansion by their disciples and Leopard Spirits, and watched Tang San's burial with some confusion.

After all, they often get tobacco leaves, the raw material for cigarettes, from leopard spirits, so they are relatively receptive to monsters and don't panic.

One of the old men walked out tremblingly on crutches and asked: "Holy monk, I wonder what you want to do by bringing us all together today?"

Tang Sanzong smiled and waved his hand, signaling for everyone to quiet down.

Then he cleared his throat and said: "Today I will introduce myself first. I am Tang Sanzong, the godfather of Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty!"

"People in the world usually call me Third Master!"

"Folks, the Third Master is here today to tell you that he has pulled out all the wheat and corn in his own home!"

"Third Master will take you to grow something good!"

(End of this chapter)