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

Chapter 98 Where is the promised rain?Money back, money back!
Just when Tang San was confused, the people in Chechi's country seemed to have gone crazy and rushed towards the scalpers.

Even the soldiers guarding the city dropped their weapons.

"Give me five pictures. I missed them last time when I prayed for rain. This time I want to bring my whole family over to see them!"

"Give me one, I want the one in the front row!"

"The front row is a VIP seat, extra money is required!"

Looking at the crazy people in the city, several apprentices were amazed.

"Master, this place is really strange. If you want to see a Taoist praying for rain, you have to buy a ticket!"

Tang San was silent and did not speak, but the leading general explained.

"Several holy monks may not know that it is a grand event in Chechi Kingdom that the national teacher asks for rain, so before each prayer for rain, some viewing spots will be opened..."

Sun Xingzhe's eyes turned cold: "Then what do you mean we need to spend money to find the national teacher of Laoshizi?"

"No, no, no!" the general explained hurriedly: "If you follow me, a few holy monks can go directly to the VIP channel!"

As he spoke, the general couldn't help but reach out and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, for fear that he might accidentally offend these people.

The altar for praying for rain is surrounded by towering walls, which fundamentally blocks the audience who want to pray for rain by the Imperial Master for free.

The only gate was guarded by more than a dozen soldiers.

All tourists who want to enter will only be eligible to enter after providing tickets that have been verified to be correct.

When Tang San's master and disciples arrived, the soldier responsible for checking tickets was obviously stunned for a few seconds.

How dare a monk openly come to see the Imperial Master to pray for rain?
Before he could open his mouth to stop him, the general rushed to the front and said respectfully: "Several holy monks, please come inside, please come inside!"

The soldier in charge of checking tickets became anxious and screamed: "General, they don't have tickets, and... and they are monks!"

"To shut up!"

The general's face darkened: "I know who they are better than you. Do your own thing and don't talk too much!"

The soldier checking the ticket resentfully touched his nose, and dared not speak any more.

But his eyes became more confused.

Sun Xingzhe walked to the entrance, kicked the leg of the table where identity information was registered, and shouted angrily: "What are you looking at? I'll pluck out your eyeballs again!"

"Don't look, don't look!"

After being punished by Sun, the soldiers seemed to understand why their general treated these monks specially.

When the four masters and apprentices entered the infield, the general was still walking in front and wanted to guide, but was pushed to the back by Zhu Bajie.

"Do you have a look? You've already come in, why are you still here?"

Looking at the confused general, Zhu Bajie's tone suddenly turned cold: "Go and take care of our car, or your legs will be broken!"

The general felt a chill all over his body, and for a moment he stood there in fright, daring not to move.

Zhu Bajie didn't say any more. Taking advantage of his size, he directly squeezed a path to the front row for Tang San Burian from the crowd.

"Master, slow down!"

Gee.

Looking at Zhu Bajie, who has already mastered the way of dealing with people, Tang Sanzan is more and more satisfied.

Walking slowly to the rain-seeking altar, I happened to see the burly Immortal Huli.

After burning incense and worshiping heaven and earth, he took the peach wood sword handed over by the little Taoist priest, stepped on the altar with seven-star steps, and murmured something.

Although this Great Immortal Huli looked to be over half a hundred years old, he walked vigorously without any signs of weakness.

I saw the peach wood sword in his hand pointing towards the sky, the yellow talisman paper in his hand spontaneously ignited without fire, and a wisp of green smoke went straight to the Nine Heavens Tower!
Tang Sanzian looked at this scene without any emotion on his face.

The original work of Journey to the West has made it clear that the powerful Taoist immortal prayed for rain using the authentic Taoist method of praying for rain.

The yellow talisman he lit just now was a prayer for rain.

After all the talisman papers turned into green smoke and went up to the sky, Immortal Hu Li placed the mahogany sword on the table.

He pointed at a token on the desk.

"The wind is coming!"

Immortal Huli gave a sudden shout, and a cool breeze suddenly started blowing in the hot summer.

"The clouds are rising!"

"Thunder!"

As the Great Immortal Huli kept pointing at the token, the domestic weather situation in Chechi suddenly changed, and a burst of dark clouds came over.

The people watching in the field turned red with excitement and shouted one after another.

"It's going to rain, it's going to rain!"

"I saved up for three months to buy a ticket to watch the National Master pray for rain. Today I saw the National Master with my own eyes. It was money well spent!"

"Wow, the Imperial Master is so handsome!"

"The Imperial Master is truly a god!"

Seeing this scene, Sun Xingzhe sneered disdainfully: "God man? It's just a little trick!"

Sun Xingzhe spoke in a low voice, and the surrounding audience did not hear it.

On the contrary, Immortal Huli on the altar was stunned for a moment, and a look of displeasure flashed across his face when he saw Sun Xingzhe and the others.

"Little trick? Could it be that you have great supernatural powers?"

Immortal Huli stopped what he was doing, looked at the unruly monkey, and said coldly: "Since you look down on my little tricks, do you dare to compete with me?"

After the words fell, everyone looked at Sun Xingzhe and the others.

Especially when they saw Tang Sanzan's bald head, everyone immediately exploded.

"Damn it, when did our Chechi country have such an arrogant monk?"

"Damn it, how dare a monk dare to provoke the national teacher?"

"Stop talking, I've seen some of them as monks from outside, and they killed people at the gate of the city!"

Hearing the voices of the people, Sun Xingzhe scratched his head and head angrily. If it had been the same temper he had when he was making trouble in the Heavenly Palace, he would have beaten people long ago.

But now everything needs to be done after asking Tang Sanzong.

"Master, let me compete with him!"

Tang Sanzian looked at the determined expression of the Tiger Power Immortal, but in his mind, he could not control the scene of the four masters and disciples eating tiger meat.

Tang Sanzian licked his lips: "Little monkey, since this tiger spirit has provoked you, you should give him some color first and make sure it stops raining!"

"Order!"

Sun Xingzhe raised his hands towards Tang San's burial, then rose into the air and landed on the altar.

"Tiger Demon, I don't think you need to compete, it won't rain today!"

The Great Immortal Hu Li laughed loudly: "You don't know how thick the sky is, the hairy monkey, the rain must fall today, even the Jade Emperor can't stop it, I said so!"

Sun Xingzhe smiled and said nothing, separated a ray of soul and went straight to Tianque.

Seeing the Dragon King of the Four Seas, the God of Thunder and the Mother of Lightning, Sun Xingzhe shouted: "Why are you here helping the demon to move the clouds and spread the rain?"

Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, hurriedly said: "The Great Sage doesn't know something, this demon practiced the orthodox Five Lightning Method, and we came here to rain..."

"It's useless to tell me these things!" Sun Xingzhe's face turned cold: "My master said, it won't rain today, do you have any objections?"

Ao Guang was still about to speak, but Sun Xingzhe said again: "I advise you to think clearly before speaking. My master is a man destined to learn Buddhist scriptures. You don't want to let heaven and Buddhism know that you are the one who hindered the plan to travel to the west, right?"

???

You have said that, how can I have an opinion?
Ao Guang's face was complicated. As the leader of the Dragon King of the Four Seas, he naturally understood the importance of traveling to the west to learn scriptures.

Helplessly sighed: "I will wait for the orders of the Great Sage!"

Sun Xingzhe nodded in satisfaction, and after Yuanshen returned to his body, he smiled at Immortal Huli.

"You tiger monster, if you had the ability, would you let the rain fall?"

"Don't cry when you don't see the coffin! You monkey head don't know how powerful my Taoist spells are!"

Immortal Huli sneered disdainfully, and roared towards the sky: "Yuluo!"

After the voice fell, everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky eagerly.

5 minutes passed.

10 minutes passed...

Not only did no raindrops fall, but the originally dense dark clouds began to slowly disperse.

Immortal Huli became anxious and shouted sternly: "Yuluo!"

"It's raining!"

"Where's the rain? You're fucking falling!"

The audience at the scene saw this scene, and their faces became ugly.

Many viewers even spent several months of their income to buy tickets just to see the grand master praying for rain.

But now Yu didn't see it. Instead, he saw the incompetent and furious look of the national master, and they started to curse angrily.

"Cao Nima, refund the money!"

"Refund!"

(End of this chapter)