"The best leather boots!

"Freshly baked meat, fine wine, guest officer, please." ”

"Roar...... Uncle, you're here......"

"Grandpa, big lion, it's scary!" a little girl hid behind her grandfather.

"Don't be afraid, child, it's trained, don't you see anyone riding it?"

"Look, sister, that boy is so handsome! And riding a lion, he must be very capable. It would be nice to marry him......"

Long Xiaobaipan sits on a green-haired lion, holding a monkey in one hand and a fan in the other, like a noble son traveling. Smiling, looking at the street vendors and the shops.

The women passing by on the street all stopped to look at this strange procession and looked at the coquettish Long Xiaobai.

"Ho ho, Master, Xiaobai has stolen the limelight from you again. Zhu Bajie said in an urn under Tang Seng's buttocks.

"Bajie, how can a monk care about ......"

"Smack!" Zhu Bajie's two big ears were attached to his face, blocking Tang Seng's tirade.

"Ahem...... Master, look!" Sun Wukong, who was walking in front, shouted as he pointed to the shop on the side of the street.

It was a small restaurant, and there was a monk with shackles begging for something with a broken bowl at the door. In the end, in the disgusted eyes of the boss, he begged for half a hard-erected leftover steamed bun.

Looking elsewhere, there are also a few monks in ragged robes and shackles who are turning their fate~ No, it should be said that they are begging!

"Amitabha, how can this be?" Tang Seng couldn't help but regret when he saw his peers fall like this.

Rolled over and got out of the pig and stopped a monk.

"And the Buddha of Mita, dare to ask this senior brother, why do you go to the downtown to beg?" Tang Seng said, pointing to a few monks not far away.

The monk was about fifty years old, with a haggard face, but his brain was shiny and scarred, and he should have been in the industry for a long time.

He glanced at Tang Seng, and then looked at the apprentices who had dismounted. With one hand, he titheed and said, "Amitabha, this master, you are not local fellow disciples, are you?"

"Amitabha, a poor monk from the Tang Dynasty in the East ......"

"Oh! It turned out to be a holy monk from the East!"

The monk didn't know what was stimulated, so he screamed excitedly, and even lost the broken bowl in his hand. Turning his head to the nearby monk, he shouted, "Come on, junior disciples, I have caught a wild monk!"

"!" Long Xiaobai almost fell to the ground, and Zhu Bajie, who had just transformed and hadn't gotten up, lay directly on the ground.

"Wukong!" Tang Seng was frightened, feeling that he had encountered a fake monk.

"Hehe!" Sun Wukong covered his mouth and snickered, of course he could see that this monk was not malicious.

"Bang bang bang bang ......" A sound of footsteps sounded, and within a moment, more than a dozen yellow-faced and thin-skinned monks surrounded them, and the people who passed by dodged one after another.

"Senior brother, where is the monk? Damn! I haven't seen a monk from outside for a long time! I haven't had a full meal for a long time!" said a big monk with a scruffy beard.

Hearing this, hearing Long Xiaobai's mouth reminded him of Monk Hua.

"Uh, you still want to eat my master?!" Sun Wukong heard the words of the great monk, and rushed over with a stick.

"Oh my god! Monster!" Only then did these monks see that this little walker turned out to be a monkey demon.

"Mom, run!" Not only these monks, but even the people can see the appearance of Sun Wukong clearly when they are tossed like this, and of course, there is also the pig's head that has just risen.

"Amitabha! Wukong, Xiaobai. Tang Seng wanted to cry without tears.

"Alas~" Long Xiaobai sighed, then tiptoed a little, and landed lightly in front of the group of monks, blocking their way.

"Amitabha is a Buddha~ Brothers, what are you running? We don't eat people. ”

When those monks saw that it was a pretty boy, they breathed a sigh of relief, but they looked at Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie in horror one by one, and of course, there was also the fierce and vicious sand monk, and their legs were weak in fright.

"Demon ~ Youkai ~"

"They're not monsters, they're my brothers. And that dead-eyed monk is our master. Long Xiaobai shook the folding fan and patted Tang Seng painlessly.

Sure enough, the old shameless little body straightened up and put on a posture of a monk.

"It turned out to be the apprentice of a high monk! The middle-aged monk let out a sigh of relief.

"Senior brothers, are you hungry?" asked Long Xiaobai.

"Yes, this junior brother doesn't know, I haven't eaten a full meal for a month!" the middle-aged monk looked at Long Xiaobai pitifully.

Generally, monks from afar will bring some gold and silver, so they will be so excited to have a full meal.

"Alas~ There is no one else in your job as a monk. Long Xiaobai shook his head sympathetically, but he understood what was going on.

At this time, Tang Seng also understood what was going on, and said with a compassionate face: "Amitabha, it turns out that this is the case. Xiaobai, take some money and let them buy some food. ”

"No, no money, just a good meal. The middle-aged monk shook his head.

"Amitabha, that little white, you can take them to a fast. ”

"No, no fasting, a few steamed buns are enough. The middle-aged monk continued to shake his head.

Tang Seng's expression froze, and then he said: "Ami ......"

"Master, I'm going to buy steamed buns!" Long Xiaobai didn't want to listen to their ink anymore, and walked directly to a steamed bun stall not far away.

"Amitabha, thank you to the holy monks. The middle-aged monk gave a grateful salute.

"Amitabha, Master is polite, thank you, thank me Buddha. Tang Seng returned the salute.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate. ”

"Amitabha......" Tang Seng suddenly felt bored, so he closed his mouth.

Soon, Long Xiaobai walked over with a big burden, and inside was a steaming steamed bun.

"Senior brothers, are you eating here?"

"Thank you for this junior brother, we are monks of Jinguang Temple, and these steamed buns have to be brought back to the abbot and some old monks. The middle-aged monk said again.

"Amitabha, Master, why have you fallen into such a situation?" Tang Seng was very puzzled. It's reasonable to be bitter, but why wear shackles?

The middle-aged monk glanced at the people coming and going on the street, and said in a low voice, "Master, it's better to rest with us at Jinguang Temple for the time being." ”

"Amitabha, this is a very good thing. Apprentices, go buy some more fasting food, and let's stay at Jinguang Temple tonight. "Tang Seng is a good person, and there is no one else.

"Thank you so much, Holy Monk!" the middle-aged monk was about to cry with excitement.

So, a group of people bought all the steamed buns on the whole street, and then carried them straight to Jinguang Temple.

But...... Long Xiaobai and Zhu Bajie bought some wine and meat.

It is said that from the Flame Mountain to the Sacrificial Race Country City, I ate dry food along the way, and I didn't even see meat.