In the market where there are few people, the stage team performed very hard.

The blind man flew his sword, stood upside down with one arm, gravel on his chest... Everything was everywhere, Xuanzang still found a clearing space to put on the rag, very skillful.

As soon as the four-person group of arrogance entered the small market, the people in the opera troupe stared at them and talked a lot.

"Class master, what are the origins of these four people?"

"When the goods arrive, don't talk much, act according to the winks."

"OK."

After a while, the two women walked up to Xuanzang, threw down two copper plates, and said carelessly: "It's a bit cheaper, a discount."

"Yes, yes." Xuanzang said, introducing Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, "Come and see, Marshal Tianpeng Zhu Bajie! The big fish in Liusha River monster Sha Wujing!"

Zhu Bajie was stunned. How did this monk know about my previous life? Could it be that the eldest brother's igneous eyes are so powerful that he can see through his past life and present life?

However, he still followed Xuanzang's instructions, with a slutty look on his face, staring at the two women with lust, and said hungrily: "Woman! Oh, woman!"

Sha Wujing tried hard to show off his disobedient and unruly appearance. He was obviously a literary scholar before being beaten to death by the villagers.

In the end, Sun Wukong fell from the tree without cooperation at all, and ignored Xuanzang's words of "fighting two people".

"Stinky monkey, what do you want to do? Just flirt with two fights, otherwise I want you to look good!"

Xuanzang said viciously.

Sun Wukong glared at his eyes, and the air around him suddenly became frozen, and dozens of people in the opera troupe felt that they were having difficulty breathing.

"Don't call me a stinky monkey again!" Sun Wukong's voice was like thunder in the sky, deafening.

The ground trembled twice, and everyone was frightened.

Xuanzang also pretended to be scared and shivered. He took out a thick vine from behind in front of the opera troupe and hit Sun Wukong in a head-on manner.

"What's wrong with calling you? Master, what's wrong with calling you?"

As the vines in his hand waved, Sun Wukong jumped up and down like a tied horse monkey, dodging, accidentally hit twice, and screamed in pain. After a closer look, the part where his skin was blooming on his body was quickly restored to complete.

After beating for a while, Xuanzang was tired, put away the rattan and cursed: "Stinky monkey, don't get rid of the tiles for three days. Please pack it up quickly and come over to apologize."

However, most of the things around were broken by Xuanzang just now with rattan.

Sun Wukong stood up dullly, rolled up, flew into the sky, rolling the garbage and miscellaneous items on the ground into the sky. It seemed that he was already very skilled in this skill.

When the people from the stage team saw it, they hurriedly said, "Boss, we are in a small business, please don't do it anymore! There are only so many underwear that are turned upside down. If you think it's not enough, you can only pay your life to you."

Dozens of strange-shaped actors all knelt on the ground and looked at Xuanzang with a begging look.

"Oh, headmaster, we really didn't mean it, but the evil disciple's strength is too great... Forget it, the explanation is useless."

Xuanzang put away the rags on the ground in a "disheartened" manner, lowered his head and ran away.

Later, Sun Wukong showed a sudden expression, "slammed" a bunch of debris fell from the sky, and the entire opera troupe was crushed underground.

The fire-eyed golden eyes took a look and found that the pile of garbage were full of small animals such as foxes and rats.

The little monster who had not even mastered the transformation could not be fully mastered, and he dared to show his head, and he was rushing to die.

In the distance, a tiny spider once again passed on everything he saw by tapping on the spider silk.

That night, Xuanzang and Wukong met an open-air stone Buddha statue. There were already many Buddhist audiences here, and it was common for carving Buddha statues.

Xuanzang looked back at the three apprentices, communicated with them, and each acted according to the script.

By the bonfire, Sun Wukong was beaten by the rattan for half an hour again, strengthening the information that "Wukong was restrained by the rattan", making some people who peek at them with the eyes of the Buddha statue think they have learned important information.

While whipping, Xuanzang said, "You can't do this little thing well, so what's the use of asking you for it? I've been here alone to get the scriptures. It's normal for me to beat a hundred or dozens of them for one teacher, but I don't say it when I'm low-key. My Tathagata's magic palm is so powerful, but I don't say it when I'm low-key..."

The three apprentices endured Xuanzang's nagging with a frown.

While sleeping, the magic power in the Buddha statue's eyes finally dissipated. Sun Wukong sent a voice transmission: "Damn it, stinky monk, did you do it on purpose? You beat it so accurately and you even tried your best!"

Xuanzang laughed and said in a voice transmission: "How is that possible? Wukong, you are thinking too much. I value you very much. How could you take the opportunity to mess with you?"

Damn, isn’t this just an obvious opportunity to mess with me? Sun Wukong kept complaining.

The next day, they had just left the Buddha statue not far away, and a gorgeous house suddenly appeared among the gloomy woods and rocks.

Mo Tie, who was above the cloud, checked the situation below through a mini camera, and couldn't help but complain: Damn, this prop set is too careless. This kind of ghostly aura is directly transformed into a large mansion with demonic energy, so the flaws should not be too big.

Xuanzang held the purple gold bowl in his hand, with a rattan stick in his back, and went forward to knock on the door.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

"Squeak~"

The door opened, and a beautiful woman in palace clothes appeared in front of him. The makeup on her face was a bit strange, not like the habits of the Central Plains, but also very different from the style of the Western Regions. Her eyebrows were curved and she had a strange beauty.

"Donor, sorry, I happened to pass by. Can you give me some water and cook some food?"
Chapter completed!