Journey to the West: Man in heaven, working nine to five

#1249 - Tang 3 Zang: Ghost? I am so angry that I am in trouble.

Zhu Bajie watched Taishang Laojun the entire time, his eyes filled with endless killing intent.

He had been manipulated by Taishang Laojun like this before, and now, he didn't even have the slightest ability to resist!

During this period without Chu Hao,

in this Journey to the West, they were just toys of the gods and Buddhas, toys used to advance the Western Heaven's hegemony.

Every chess player would pick them up when needed, making them obediently serve their game.

No matter what outrageous and bizarre things the four members of the Journey to the West experienced, no matter what their needs were,

they would not be valued.

This Journey to the West, which was a play from beginning to end, could never be controlled by Tang Sanzang and his disciples.

Before, when Chu Hao was still around, they could break free from the secretly controlling strings, but now the four members of the Journey to the West were just manipulated puppets.

The Journey to the West team could only be forced to move forward, day and night, day after day.

They had been rushing for more than ten days in a row. Without Chu Hao, they were just a bunch of marionettes.

The four members of the Journey to the West hurried on and finally landed in the territory of Wuji Kingdom.

Although they encountered a group of barbaric monks again who wanted to drive them away,

this time, it seemed that the Western Heaven intended to let them rest here, so even if the four members of the Journey to the West scared the monks living here, no one stopped them.

Of course, if it were Tang Sanzang in the past, he would have directly started a massacre,

burying all these barbaric monks, which would not be in vain of his dignified name of Sanzang.

However, the Western Heaven had already restricted all of Tang Sanzang's methods, and even in these past ten days, Tang Sanzang had not tasted a drop of wine or a piece of meat!

Cruel, extremely cruel!

For a devout Buddhist monk, not eating meat or drinking alcohol for more than ten days, and even not having a drop of oil in the dishes,

this kind of thing sounded simply inhumane!

Tang Sanzang, from a burly man, was starved into a refined and elegant, fair-skinned monk,

was this reasonable?!

It was against all reason!

Tang Sanzang's distress was imaginable.

Tang Sanzang felt bitter, but Tang Sanzang didn't say it.

After taking down this monastery, Tang Sanzang finally had a place to sleep.

Tang Sanzang immediately lay down with his three disciples.

This was a long-awaited rest. After all, since Chu Hao left, they had been rushing day and night like puppets,

without any personal freedom at all.

But today, the Western Heaven Buddha in the dark was willing to let them rest for one night, which was simply unprecedented.

Tang Sanzang was still a mortal after all. He now desperately wanted to have a good sleep, without anyone disturbing him, to let him have a good sleep.

However, just as Tang Sanzang was folding his bedding and planning to lie down to sleep,

suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a sound came from the unmanned door,

as if someone was knocking.

Tang Sanzang gritted his teeth secretly, intending to ignore it and continue sleeping,

however, the knocking sound was endless, and vaguely he could hear the wind blowing, as if there were ghosts murmuring.

His eyes were incomparably empty, and the Yin energy was pressing. There were tears falling from those ghostly eyes, which was very terrifying.

This man kept calling:

"Master, Master!"

The voice was like a night owl, extremely frightening!

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been scared to death if a ghost knocked on the door and called their name in the middle of the night,

but the current Tang Sanzang was furious, grabbing the ghost's neck and cursing:

"What's wrong with you! Your makeup is all messed up, you come out to scare people in the middle of the night, are you a ghost?"

The ghost was stunned for a moment, and nodded honestly.

Tang Sanzang immediately surged with anger, pointing to the distance and cursing:

"Get out of here for this monk! Get as far away as possible!"

"You ask the old woman across the street, who has this monk ever been afraid of?"

"Do you believe that this monk will run to your grave and dance!"

Tang Sanzang's anger was so great that he was not afraid at all when he saw this ghost, but instead became extremely angry,

he finally managed to get a good night's sleep after more than ten days,

and a ghost who didn't know whether to live or die came to disturb him?!

Tang Sanzang raised his fist and cursed:

"You bastard, you don't sleep in the middle of the night and come out to scare people, you have to disturb this monk's sleep! It makes this monk so angry!"

"Get out of here quickly, and close the door for this monk!"

Tang Sanzang's endless anger was like the blazing sun in the sky, the Yang energy was pressing!

This kind of Yang energy directly scared the ghost to tremble,

good fellow, is this the holy monk of the Tang Dynasty?

Is his psychological quality so strong? He's not afraid of ghosts at all, and even wants to go to my grave to dance?!

Being scolded by Tang Sanzang, the ghost retreated half a step in grievance,

it seemed that today's task could not be completed, so it's better not to disturb Tang Sanzang's sleep and come back next time.

The ghost was aggrieved and obediently closed the door for Tang Sanzang.

Bang.

The sound of closing the door instantly ignited Tang Sanzang, who was folding the bedding,

Tang Sanzang jumped up in anger and cursed:

"Could you be a little gentler? Are you trying to kill me?"

The ghost was so frightened that his soul almost scattered, and he quickly bowed and apologized!

Damn it, am I the ghost or is he the ghost?

Why is this guy fiercer than me?

Speaking of which, are the current holy monks so refined and amiable?

The ghost gently closed the door, can't afford to offend, let's slip away.

However, the Western Heaven powerhouse who had been staring at the ghost in the dark had a cold look in his eyes and transmitted a voice to the ghost:

"Don't go, you must finish explaining things today, otherwise I will make your soul fly away and scatter!"

The ghost was stunned on the spot, pointing to the door in horror, and said with incomparable fear:

"Isn't that bad? We can't disturb his sleep."

"Besides, I will be beaten to death by him, please let me go!"

"How about we wait for him to wake up tomorrow before talking?"

However, a ray of Buddha light shot out from the darkness, hitting the ghost,

the ghost immediately twisted and screamed in pain as if it was being burned by fire.

The power of Buddha light tormenting ghosts was naturally incomparably powerful,

and it was still under the condition of only tormenting, not killing.

The ghost wailed in pain,

"I'll go, I'll go now."

The Buddha light extinguished.

The ghost escaped death this time, lingering fear.

There was no way, retreating was a certain death, but if he talked to the holy monk, there was still a way to survive,

in any case, he should obediently do as he was told.

Then, the ghost mustered up his courage and came to Tang Sanzang's door,

Tang Sanzang was still cursing inside,

"This trash monastery, it's not safe to sleep."

"Never mind, sleep!"

However, Tang Sanzang was just about to put on the bedding and sleep,

outside the door, there was another knock.