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

"I don't eat green onions!"

Tang Sanzian looked at Brother Ba with a ferocious smile and patted his face gently.

"I...I also have a Teppanyaki without chopped green onion!"

Ba Ge was just stunned for a moment, when he brought out another Teppanyaki dish from the left hand side without any green onion...

Tang Sanzian looked at the two teppanyaki dishes with no difference except chopped green onion, and the idea of ​​doing anything was forced out by Ba Ge.

This is so...

Predicted my prediction, right?
  The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"Cough cough..."

Zhu Bajie coughed softly, seeming to notice Tang San's embarrassment, and took the Teppanyaki without chopped green onions to himself.

"I don't eat green onions either!"

Sun Xingzhe was stunned for a moment and brought a piece of Teppanyaki with chopped green onions in front of him.

"My grandson likes to eat with chopped green onions!"

Tang Sanzian glanced at Zhu Bajie with satisfaction, and couldn't help but cast an approving look.

It’s still the little piggy who knows how to get things done!

Seeing Tang Sanzun look towards him again, Bago immediately took out another Teppanyaki without chopped green onion...

"Holy... Holy Monk, do you like to eat it with chopped green onions or without? This time I will wait until you finish talking before giving it to you..."

Tang Sanbu:? ? ?

Are you really here to cause trouble?

Ba Ge carefully explained: "We are in the catering business. As long as we have been doing it for a long time, what customers have we not seen?"

“Chili scallion vinegar, coriander sesame soy sauce, whatever the customer needs, our restaurant can customize it for you!”

Myna straightened his chest with a proud look on his face.

But Tang Sanzian raised his eyes slightly, lay down on the back of the chair, and said in a cold voice: "Sorry, I don't eat octopus!"

Myna:? ? ?
  I had predicted all his predictions, but who could have imagined that he just flipped the table if he couldn't play well?
  Is there any fucking reason?
  Life is really hard!
  I just want to listen to the Bodhisattva’s arrangements to capture a pilgrim, so that the dream of our mermaid tribe can be fulfilled!

Bage glanced at Tang Sanzhan with dull eyes, and sat down on the ground like a deflated rubber ball.

"If you want to be killed or beheaded, it's up to you. Scholars can be killed but not humiliated. Give me a good time, I won't say anything!"

Bage didn't care whether he used these common sayings correctly or not. Anyway, he spoke first and threw out all the human cultural words he had learned.

Then he had a look of righteousness and generosity on his face.

"Master, what do you say?"

"Should we kill Master?"

Sha Wujin came over with Gatlin in hand, and grabbed a few pieces of Teppanyaki from in front of Zhu Bajie with one hand and fed them to his mouth.

In the past, he could only pretend to be cool in front of mortals when he was on the way to obtain scriptures. This was the first time that he had the strength to crush monsters.

This feeling made Sha Wuji feel a little elated.

"Holy Monk, please spare your life, Bage has no intention of offending the Holy Monk. If you want to kill him, just kill us!"

At this time, the goldfish-headed Shanshan and the fish-man who had just survived Gatling knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Holy Monk, it's all our blindness that offends the Holy Monk. All this has nothing to do with Bago!"

"Yes, if you want to kill, just kill us!"

"As long as the saintly monk can spare the myna a way out, I can kill myself right here without the saintly monk taking action!"

The fishman with a mole at the corner of his mouth also stood up.

Bage's eyes suddenly became wet: "Mother-in-law..."

"Clap clap clap!"

Tang Sanzan clapped his hands and said calmly: "What a scene of deep affection."

"But if you dare to attack the poor monk, you must be prepared to be killed!"

The expressions of all the fishmen changed slightly.

Myna turned around and shouted: "You guys go away quickly, I'll hold them back!"

After the words fell, Bage suddenly spurted out countless ink from his mouth, hoping to use this to block the sight of Tang Sanzong and others and give other tribesmen a chance to escape.

But obviously he underestimated the strength of the learning team. Sun Xingzhe raised his hand and waved lightly, and the ink that Bago was proud of solidified in the air, and then poured it directly on his body.

"Pfft!"

Bage spit out two mouthfuls of ink, looked at Tang Sanzang with a look of despair, and knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Holy monk!"

"As a Buddhist scripture seeker, you have a lot of knowledge. This is all because of my own cleverness. I ask the holy monk to spare the others!"

"My eighth brother is responsible for everything he does!"

As soon as he finished speaking, one of Bago's tentacles picked up the kitchen knife and slashed towards his neck.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Tang San raised the Teppanyaki plate on the side and threw it over.

"Dangdang!"

The kitchen knife in Bago's hand fell to the ground.

Tang Sanzian smiled faintly and said, "Tell me, why do you want to attack us?"

"This..." A trace of hesitation flashed in Ba Ge's eyes.

In fact, the mermaid clan is a relatively gentle clan among the monster clan. On weekdays, they treat both humans and monsters with the utmost kindness.

If they weren't forced into this situation now, they wouldn't be willing to do this.

Although it failed now...

But after all, it was the matter arranged by Bodhisattva, and he repeatedly told them that they must not leak the news!

If you fail, you will at most be punished by the Bodhisattva, but if this matter is leaked...

Then their tribe is truly facing annihilation!

Thinking of this, Bage took a deep breath, looked at Tang Sanzhan with a bitter look on his face and said, "Holy Monk, please forgive me for not informing you about this matter."

"Haha, let me let this poor monk guess. It was Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva's lower realm who asked you to take action against me, right?"

Bage's body trembled suddenly, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

Tang Sanzian then said: "It seems to be right, let me guess again, poor monk, what is the reason why he asked you to attack me this time..."

"Are you telling you that you can live forever if you eat my flesh?"

In the previous "Eighty-One Difficulties of Journey to the West", many monsters were deceived by the idea that eating Tang Monk's meat would lead to immortality.

Moreover, in the world of Journey to the West, the monsters are so obsessed with immortality that they simply cannot refuse!

Therefore, under the conditions of Buddhism's half-threat and half-deception, those monsters without backstage can be tricked into using them as pawns with just a wave of their hands.

Bage shook his head fiercely: "The holy monk is joking, we have no obsession with immortality, and... and the Bodhisattva never told us this."

Everyone has exposed it, and there is nothing left for Bago to hide.

Tang San's eyes brightened slightly: "Are all Buddhist scripts so bad now?"

"Although it was false propaganda in the past, it still had to be advertised anyway, but now it's not even advertised?"

Brother Bage knew that there was no point in hiding it anymore, so he lowered his head and said: "We are not afraid of the holy monk's jokes. Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva's lower realm asked us to stop the holy monk, and the reward for us is an opportunity!"

Tang San was interested and said, "What opportunity?"

"An opportunity for our tribe to participate in the Heavenly Peach Banquet and dance!"

Tang Sanbu:? ? ?

Pan... dancing at the peach banquet?

As soon as these words came out, not to mention that Tang San was buried, even the dull-witted Killer had forgotten that there was still food in his mouth and froze on the spot.

"Are you going to dance at the Peach Banquet?"

Zhu Bajie was afraid that he heard wrongly, so he picked his ears and repeated it again, looking at Ba Ge with a suspicious look on his face.

"Yes, the Bodhisattva has promised us that as long as we stop the pilgrims for a period of time, we will be allowed to participate in the peach banquet and dance in heaven!"

Zhu Bajie looked at Myna, and then looked around at the various surviving fish-men.

Octopus, tiger grouper, pangasius, lobster, king crab...

Zhu Bajie can't even imagine what it would be like if these fish heads danced at the peach banquet!
  abstract!

So damn abstract!

Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, when you agreed to their request, did you ever think about the feelings of the Jade Emperor? (End of chapter)