Journey to the West begins with a full-level Tang monk

Chapter 1247 The Gangster Appears
"Grandma, come and help you hold it!"

Taking a quick glance in the crowd, Tang Seng walked a few steps quickly, caught up with an old woman in front, and was about to take the burden she was carrying on her back.

This old man looked to be in his 70s. He was thin and thin, but he had a heavy burden on his back, and he couldn't even straighten his waist.

The bag was caught by someone, and the old woman clenched it subconsciously, then turned her head to look, and saw Tang Seng was dressed sleekly, at first glance, he looked like a rich and noble son, and he probably didn't like his little thing. Then he loosened.

Immediately, he tightened his grip on the burden again, and hurriedly said in fear and fear: "Ah, young master, you can kill me, an old man. How dare you work on your great master, I can carry it on my back."

"It just happens to be on the way, so I'll help you carry it for a while, just in time for you to rest your body, the road ahead is still long."

Tang Seng picked up the baggage, hey, Piaoqing, there should be only some clothes or something, and there is no heavyweight currency at first glance.

"Do you always believe in monsters?" Tang Seng asked as he walked.

"Believe it, why don't you believe it? People say it with a nose and eyes, and it can still be spread without that!" The old woman nodded frequently, holding the bag with one hand, as if she was afraid that the Tang monk would suddenly take the bag away.

"Then who did you listen to first?" Tang Seng continued to ask.

"Er Zhuzi, he told me that Er Zhuzi is my neighbor who makes tofu." The old woman replied.

"Then do you know who Er Zhuzi listened to?" Tang Seng continued to ask.

The old lady said again: "I heard what Da Zhuzi said. Da Zhuzi is Er Zhuzi's elder brother."

Tang Seng saw it and said, well, don't ask any more questions. If you don't get anything out of it, it's all rumors, and it's really hard to say how it got out.

While chatting with the old woman, he looked around with the help of a relaxed mind.

The monks of Puji Temple have come to the official road one after another from the small road, mixed in the crowd, seeming inconspicuous, showing no flaws.

The crowd on the official road still headed north as before, and nothing special happened.

"Congratulations to the host, for helping the old man carry his burden, he has gained 2 merit points!"

After walking for a while, Tang Seng finally received a message from the system.

With a gesture, Tang Seng took out an ingot of gold from the system space, and secretly stuffed it into the bag.

He already knew from the old woman's mouth that her old man and her son were both dead, and she made a living by doing needlework and relying on the help of neighbors on weekdays. Speaking of which, life was still very bitter.

Tang Seng has a lot of gold, but giving too much is not necessarily a good thing for the old lady. He simply gave a piece of gold, which can at least improve her life and enjoy her old age.

With this ingot of gold, Tang Seng gained another 10 merit points.

Although not much, but the accumulation of less becomes more!
After three or four miles, the old woman was so sorry that she insisted on taking the burden back, so Tang Seng bid farewell to the old woman and quickened his pace.

After traveling for a few miles, the official road has penetrated into the dense forest.

The sun in the sky is very poisonous, but the shade in the woods blocks out the sun, and it is cool everywhere.

When Tang Seng came in, he saw many people resting in the woods, some people came and went, and some seemed to be resting. Sometimes, tea sets were placed in the woods beside the official road.

Tang Seng chose a place with few people, sat on a piece of bluestone, fanned his fan, and observed the surrounding situation inadvertently.

Although there are many people in the woods, compared to the huge flow of people on the road, the proportion is very small.

Most of the people who passed by passed through the forest and did not stop too much during this journey.

The monks of Puji Temple separated separately, in groups of twos and threes, they also entered the woods one after another, and scattered all over the woods without showing the mountains or water.

It looks no different from ordinary people.

Time passed bit by bit, and everything was normal.

Waves of people on the road passed through the official road in the forest and walked forward.

The official road between the two cities was as calm as ever, so that Tang Seng wondered if there was something wrong with his analysis, and began to deny himself.

However, after waiting for a while, Tang Seng suddenly discovered something.

He looked at a certain place in the sky intentionally or unintentionally, and there was nothing abnormal there, but what Tang Seng sensed was not just the sky he was looking at.

Tens of breaths passed, and suddenly some black spots flew over quickly in the calm sky, about twenty or so, and the direction was this forest.

No need to ask, these must be practitioners.

However, this was not what surprised Tang Seng. What surprised him most was that all the twenty or so people who came had bald heads and wore monk clothes.

That monk's robe...is exactly the same as the monk's clothes in Puji Temple.

Even the logo on it is exactly the same, not a single bit is wrong.

It's time for a dog!

Tang Seng seemed to realize something, and sent voice transmissions to Hui Xin, Xuan Yi and others nearby, ready to act at any time.

Even if these people weren't gangsters, Tang Seng was going to take them down in a place where no one was around, so he could interrogate them to see what their plans were.

Not only Tang Seng noticed the bald heads, but Hui Xin and other monks also noticed the abnormality.

"It's not the monks of this temple, all the monks of this temple are here!" Hui Xin sent a sound transmission to Tang Seng not far away.

Tang Seng nodded slightly, and continued to shake his paper fan, but looked elsewhere.

Soon, many bald heads flew through the woods and came to the top of the official road.

Many people have never seen a person who can fly in the air. This time they suddenly saw so many people, they thought they were Arhats in the sky, and they all knelt down and worshiped.

Even those who didn't kneel down looked up into the air, and the team stopped because of this little episode.

"The monks of Puji Temple came to rob. If you want to die, leave your belongings and leave quickly. If you want money, you don't want to die. Keep both money and life!"

A bald middle-aged man shouted loudly in the air, and with a gesture, a steel knife appeared out of thin air.

The same was true for the rest of the bald heads, showing their weapons almost at the same time.

Such a situation caused the crowd below to be in chaos.

"kill!"

The middle-aged man who started to speak shouted loudly at this time, and landed first. It seemed that he was not asking for money, but purely here to kill someone.

"Go!"

Seeing this situation, Tang Seng didn't want to watch the other party's performance anymore, so he shouted, and a finger shot out, shooting at the middle-aged bald head.

Hui Xin and the others also jumped up and greeted one of them respectively.

There are many monks in Puji Temple, but the number of those bald ones is too small, and most of the cultivation bases are from the Jindan and Foundation Establishment stages, and they have been controlled by the monks of Puji Temple almost in an instant.

The only one who was injured was the middle-aged bald head. Tang Seng's fingering wind directly penetrated this person's shoulder, making a bloody hole.

(End of this chapter)