Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

The next day, Tang Seng planned to go for a walk in Qijue City. For the first time, he experienced the equality and peaceful coexistence of humans and monsters. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense.

Tang Seng also wanted to meet the city lord and see what Daxian looked like, but when he arrived at Qijue Palace, the guards who guarded the gate immediately drove him away.

The city is in charge of the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people, so there is no time to chat with you. So what about the younger brother of the Tang Dynasty, Qijue City didn't build a country, it doesn't matter if you are a special envoy!

Tang Seng felt very uncomfortable when he was kicked out, but his hanging heart was also relieved. He reported his family name, and the city lord did not want to meet him, obviously he was not interested in his flesh.

"If all the monsters in the world were like this, the journey to the west would be unimpeded. Why would a poor monk go to learn scriptures? The scriptures would have already been passed down to the Tang Dynasty." Tang Seng was full of praise for the city lord, and looked at his three apprentices... It's a demon, what the hell is this.

Drifting: "What Master said is absolutely true!"

Tang Seng remembered what he saw and heard in the city in his heart, and went out of the city gate to copy down the rules on the city gate. Although these were not Buddhist scriptures, Tang Seng felt that there must be merits in the principles that can discipline demons.

Seeing him copying every word carefully, the demon who guarded the city felt that something was wrong. After reporting it, the higher-ups meant to leave him alone, as long as the monk's three apprentices didn't make trouble, everything was left to him.

The four masters and apprentices lingered in the city for a day, and packed their bags and prepared to leave early the next morning, but they were surrounded by a group of demon soldiers as soon as they went out.

"Those four monks are so shameless, they don't give money for their meals, and they use tricks to deceive people. Now they report the crime, and you guys will be arrested!" The leader of the demon soldiers pointed at Tang Seng and cursed.

Tang Seng didn't know what was going on, and was confused by the scolding: "May I ask this general, how many poor monks have never eaten and lived outside, and they all depend on the charity of this shop owner. Why do you say that you don't give money for meals?"

The demon soldier took out a monkey hair: "The monk can't deny it, you can see clearly, the evidence is still in my hands!"

When Tang Seng looked at the monkey hair, he still couldn't understand what had happened, and immediately became angry: "Good monkey, you poor monk repeated orders and repeated orders, but you...you are a teacher with evil spirit!"

Sun Wukong didn't care, grabbed the monkey hair, looked left and right, and threw it on the ground: "Master, don't worry, what can a monkey hair mean? There are a lot of monkeys in this city. If you insist on saying that I am old Why did Sun commit the crime?"

The demon soldier sneered: "Monkey hair can't explain anything, but the ID cards each of you carry can't be faked. How many tables you ate and ordered meat last night, you remember everything clearly."

When Tang Seng heard it, he was even more furious. The three disciples broke the precepts and pointed at Monkey King tremblingly, so angry that they couldn't speak. In Tang Seng's view, Drifting Monk is dull and Ba Jie is honest, so it must be the mastermind of the monkey.

Seeing that Tang Seng was about to recite the magic spell, Monkey King said hastily: "Master, don't be angry, my old grandson is playing with them, so I will make up the money."

"It's too late, you guys have broken the rules of Qijue City, you should be dealt with according to the law."

A few demon soldiers came forward holding the ropes, a look of displeasure flashed in Monkey's eyes, Tang Seng held him down, willing to be tied up. When the three apprentices saw it, they were helplessly tied up and taken to the prison together.

Tang Seng copied the laws and regulations, knew the rules in the city, and the crimes committed were not considered serious, so they were compensated with money, and then they could be re-educated through labor for a period of time. They had no money and could only prolong the time of re-education. The so-called reform through labor is to build roads. Tang Seng thinks there is nothing wrong with this principle. The teacher is lazy if the teaching is not strict. He is duty-bound to make mistakes when the apprentices make mistakes, so he is willing to be punished.

The case of the four masters and apprentices is not serious, and the city lord will not interfere with trivial matters. The little demon below will handle it by himself, and escort the four people to build the road. The monkey wanted to use the spell, but Tang Seng refused to accept it. He took a wooden hammer to tamp the mountain road under the bright sun.

Drifting worked hard without complaining, without a word of nonsense, and worked harder than anyone else. Zhu Bajie was naturally cheating and cheating. He was whipped twice by the supervisor's little monster, and the monkey was furious. When had he been bullied by such a little monster? laughing out loud.

The little demon was furious, he got up and was about to smack Monkey King again, seeing that the monkey was about to take out the mourning stick, Tang Seng silently stopped his work and began to chant the magic spell.

"It hurts my old grandson to death, Master Mo Nian, you know your mistake! You know your mistake!"

Monkey King rolled on the ground in pain, and Tang Seng was so angry that he recited it ten times in a row before he stopped. He admired the city lord for establishing a blessed land where humans and demons coexist peacefully. It was a pity that he hadn't seen him.

The little demon was furious, and whipped the monkey dozens of times, but the rope broke, and he tripped when he turned around, and fell into the mud again. Zhu Bajie next to him was whistling, with a naive and ignorant face, his acting skills were good, but he was a bit ugly.

The little demon left angrily, and when he came back, he brought bad news to Tang Seng and the other four. Because they refused to obey the discipline, their period of reform through labor was extended.

Tang Seng was silent for a while: "So I heard, all causes and effects are caused by poor discipline in the past. Now that the Buddha has sent a test, it is also a relief for the poor monk to be punished."

Tang Seng called out the Buddha's name and started to build the road by moving the stones. He couldn't carry them with his hands or shoulders, but after a while he was so tired that his steps were stilted. Sun Wukong couldn't bear it, and reached out to help him, but Tang Seng pushed him away, gritted his teeth and continued to work.

"Master, you are a holy monk in heaven, how can you suffer these grievances. My old grandson will go talk to the city lord and report his name, and he will definitely give me a three-pointer. If this stubble is over, it would be great for us to continue westward. "

Tang Seng became anxious: "Stop talking too much monkey head, a poor monk and an ordinary person, I don't want to enjoy the face of your great sage equal to heaven!"

Sun Wukong made fun of himself, and exchanged winks with his two juniors, who understood and finished the hard work before Tang Seng. This work lasted for half a day, at noon, the little demon brought steamed buns and pickled vegetables, Tang Seng was hungry, eating the hard-earned food, he felt incomparably sweet, and he admired the rules of Qijue City even more.

Another half day passed, the four of Tang Seng had dinner and were taken back to the prison by the little demon. Tang Seng looked at the bright moon outside the iron window, feeling extremely ashamed in his heart. Even though he was physically and mentally exhausted, he still sat cross-legged on the dry grass, bearing the drowsiness, and read the scriptures several times before falling asleep.

Zhu Bajie also fell asleep, but was woken up by Sun Wukong pinching his ear, he said angrily: "What are you doing, brother monkey, if you don't go to bed early tonight, how can you work hard tomorrow?"

"You idiot, the master never changes, and you are willing to learn from him."

Zhu Bajie had no choice but to say, "Master has always been like this, and it's just a matter of working for a few days. It's not that he doesn't care about the food. The steamed buns are delicious."

"Hmph, if you want, my old grandson doesn't want to. When I go to see the city lord tonight and declare the name of Monkey King, I don't think he will dare to continue to embarrass me."

Zhu Bajie stood up with a carp: "What Brother Monkey said is that we have been punished and we have been punished. Go to the city lord to find a back door. You are the Monkey King who descended to earth, and I am the reincarnation of Marshal Tianpeng. The monster knows that we two brothers have arrived, so we will go to the city lord to find a back door. You have to invite us to dinner to apologize!"

"It should be this reason, you should be gentle on your hands and feet, don't wake up the master."

Zhu Bajie covered his mouth full of saliva, and used a magic spell with Monkey King to leave the prison, and called Drifting Monk when they were done. Since they were going to eat, there was no reason to leave Sand Monk behind. The three brothers and sisters should be neat and tidy.

Sand Monk followed silently without saying a word. It was Wukong who gave the idea, and Wu Neng who wanted to eat. Even if the master blamed him, what did it have to do with Wujing!