Zhu Bajie dodged and said, "Brother, I haven't tasted what it tastes like, why did you hit me?"

Wukong Walker said angrily, "You were once the God of Heaven, why did you act like a petty person and didn't just salute the statue and then sit down and enjoy it?"

Zhu Bajie smiled and said, "Brother! How can you be so shameless! Why do we have to salute when we are just stealing food? What will happen if we really have this god's spiritual consciousness?"

When Wukong Walker thought about it, he also felt that what Bajie said was reasonable. If the gods he knew were gods, they would come as soon as they came. If they were gods he didn't know, it would be bad to start a fight.

So, Wukong looked up and saw these three statues. He asked, "What kind of Bodhisattva is made above?"

Bajie smiled and said, "Brother! How come you don't even recognize Sanqing and mistakenly identify him as a Bodhisattva?"

Bajie turned his head towards the three statues and said, "The one in the middle is Yuanshi Tianzun, the one on the left is Lingbao Daojun, and the one on the right is Taishang Laojun."

Monkey King said, "How come the Sanqing Taoists here can't even figure out the gods they worship? That's all."

Wukong climbed onto the high platform where he was worshiped, and he transformed into Yuanshi Tianzun.

Wukong Walker said, "In this case, we will eat like this, because it makes us feel at ease when we eat like this!"

Bajie thought the same thing. He also liked the food that was fragrant and steaming.

He muttered something in his mouth, "It won't taste good if it's cold! It won't taste good if it's cold!"

Bajie also climbed up to the high platform, and he used his mouth to push down the Supreme Master who looked like a Bodhisattva. He said, "Old man, you have been sitting here for a long time. Let me, an old pig, come and sit."

Bajie's identity changed and he became less like him.

He turned around again, and his side changed into the appearance of Taishang Laojun.

When Monk Sha saw that these two brothers were "doing as the Romans do," he knew how to change. He also climbed to the high platform and transformed into the Taoist Master of Lingbao.

The three Bodhisattva-like Sanqing statues were now pushed to the ground.

At this time, the glutton in Bajie's stomach couldn't stand it anymore, so he threw away his arms and started eating the tributes.

But Wukong Walker said, "Brother, why are you so busy? Don't be busy, don't be busy!"

Wuneng Bajie said, "Brother, we have all changed into this. Why can't we still eat? What are we waiting for?"

Wukong Walker said here, "Xian brother, the matter of eating is just a small matter, but the matter of revealing the secret is big."

"I have knocked down this statue. What if a monk who gets up early tomorrow sees them all when he rings the bell and sweeps the floor, or accidentally stumbles over it? What should we do?"

"If we don't want to reveal this secret, we have to hide this statue!"

"Hurry up and hide these statues?"

Bajie muttered to himself, "It's also my first day here, old pig. I can't tell where this is from. Isn't it difficult for me to hide things? Isn't it difficult for me to hide things?"

I don’t even know where to open the door, how can I hide it?"

Wukong chuckled and said, "When I came here just now, I noticed a small door on the right side. It was very filthy inside. I guess it is the place where the grains are reincarnated."

"My dear brother, I'd like to trouble you to send all these statues over there."

Bajie sighed, jumped down, and said while carrying the statue, "I asked me to come out to eat the tribute. I haven't eaten the tribute for a long time. Instead, I have to do all the dirty work!"

When Bajie arrived at the door, he couldn't move with three statues on his shoulders. He kicked it open and smelled the overwhelming stench.

He received, "That Bi Ma Wen really knows how to write poems! Isn't this just a latrine? Why is it called a place of reincarnation of grains? No wonder this monkey gave himself such a famous name as the Monkey King!"

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However, when Bajie was about to throw the statue down, he suddenly had a second thought.

He murmured to himself while taking action.

If you are very close to him, you can hear what he is talking about. Just listen to him saying, "Three Purities, Three Purities. Listen to me. I came from afar to subjugate demons and eliminate demons from this place."

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"It's a pity that I was hungry all the way and didn't have enough to eat, so I had to borrow the seat where you were waiting and enjoy it for a little while."

"I think after so many years here, I have already become impatient. Today, when I went to the toilet, it was all the attention of Bima Wen. I don't blame me, old pig."

"If you receive countless sacrifices every day, you can also be the high-ranking Taoist ancestor of the Taoist sect, and you can also be regarded as a noble Taoist priest."

"Now I enjoy some filth and stench. I think it will be a different experience."

Bajie didn't care if what he was doing was useful or not, he just threw the pot out first. After he finished speaking, he threw the three statues into the pit.

I saw these three statues sinking little by little among the maggots in this sea of ​​dung.

Bajie quickly ducked away, but fortunately he didn't get the smelly water on him.

He returned to the treasure palace.

Wukong Walker asked, "Dear brother, can you hide the statue?"

Bajie said here, "It's well hidden. I'm afraid no one will be able to discover the three cesspit Tianzun in a hundred years."

Wukong Walker said, "That's good, that's good. I feel relieved now. I'll come and enjoy the food soon."

Bajie is still very serious about eating.

Here he transformed again and became Taishang Laojun.

The three of them sat in a row, and then ate big steamed buns first, then various fruit plates, rice, snacks, fried dough sticks, pot helmets...

It doesn’t matter whether it’s hot or cold, just eat it like this and show off like this.

However, although Wukong has been Bimawen for a few days, no one in the world has ever worshiped him.

So he couldn't get used to the food served with fireworks, so he just ate a few peaches.

And over there, whether it is the General of the Curtain or the Marshal of the Canopy, these former mainstays of the heaven have all enjoyed the incense offerings and know the benefits of this thing.

So what they ate was like a shooting star catching up with the moon, and the wind and the remaining clouds.

After they had eaten, they could no longer eat, and they did not leave here.

Instead, we treated this place as a casual living room and started a tea party.

At this moment, a little monk who was not sleeping yet remembered that the bell he was holding fell on the Sanqing Hall.

He thought that if others got up tomorrow and picked it up, even if it had his Taoist name on it, they wouldn't give it back to him.

You must know that the master he is waiting for is mainly pious.

What is considered pious enough?

Spend money! Spend money hard!

That hand bell is meticulously crafted and engraved with famous Taoist scenes. The price of this bell is hundreds of liang liang of silver.

The key point is that when they were apprenticed to a master, this thing was given as a gift by the master, but if it was lost, they had to buy it themselves.

If he were asked to buy it by himself, even with several years of subsidies, he wouldn't be able to afford a bell.

After all, in the Taoist lineage of Chechi Kingdom, all kinds of items and facilities are extremely luxurious, but if this falls on the Taoists, especially the local Taoists of Chechi Kingdom, it is a cost-effectiveness.

If Li Fu saw this scene, he would have a profound experience.

In the world he used to live in, there were many people who worked and operated equipment worth tens of millions, but their monthly salary might not even amount to 3,000 yuan.

Alas...

Poor, pitiful.

Whether it is the modern earth or the late journey to the west.

It turns out that this is the scene, and human nature has not changed.

The little Taoist priest quickly got up and said, "I'm going to find my hand bell!"

There was a Taoist priest next to him who turned over and wanted to get up. He said, "You can go to sleep later. You can go to sleep later and I will look for it myself!"

He quickly passed on his clothes, put on his straight jacket, and walked all the way to the main hall in the dark. He lay on the ground and touched around, and finally found his hand bell. He was about to go back to someone's house.
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Suddenly, I heard my own breathing coming out of the hall, and the sound of breathing.

"Who else in this palace is looking for handbells!"

He stood up, regardless of the darkness, and wanted to find the source of the breathing sound under the moonlight and stars.

He searched for a while and suddenly stopped again.

Scared.

So scared.

After all, if such a majestic place were not brightly lit, it would look a bit too scary in the darkness.

He wanted to leave, so he walked quickly towards the gate, returning to where he wanted to go.

It's a pity that who would have thought that in this main hall, in this dark night, someone would be so unethical as to spit out lychee cores on the ground.

He suddenly tripped over.

The finely crafted hand bell in his hand was accidentally pressed under his body. The bell made of snowflake silver was crushed into a round cake at this moment.

Zhu Bajie over there couldn't help laughing.
To be continued...