Wukong said, "Everyone, we, the traveling monks, never carry too much money, but here is an embroidery needle, why not give it to you, what do you think?"

The leader of the bandits said, "It's bad luck! Bad luck! I thought that the stingy big monk was a poor man, but I never thought that the young monk who looked rich was also a poor man. The big monk also had a fine white horse.

The monk only has one embroidery needle."

"You little monk, take a good look at us. We are bandits, not tailors. What do we want with this embroidery needle?"

Wukong Walker over there heard that they didn't want it, and he said, "I'm afraid it's not up to you. You have to ask for it even if you don't want it, and you have to ask for it if you want it!"

I saw Wukong Walker on his side and said, "Big! Big! Big!"

The embroidery needle first turned into a stick as thick as a bowl in Wukong's hand.

When the thieves saw this scene, they said, "You are not a big monk, but you can do some tricks. Do you think you can deceive us with this trick?"

Wukong inserted the end of the stick into the ground and said, "If anyone among you can pick up this stick, give this stick to him!"

Although the small embroidery needle from before was considered precious, it was not worth fighting for among thieves.

But now this big stick, as thick as a bowl, is worth a lot of money.

The metal utensils in this Journey to the West world are precious no matter what.

Immediately, three thieves came up to snatch the stick. Unfortunately, these three men, with their mortal bodies, tried their best to deal with this stone pillar, which could only be said to be like a mayfly shaking a big tree. How could there be any movement at all?<

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Although Wukong's golden hoop and iron rod only weighs 13,500 kilograms, if it were placed in modern times, a crane could easily lift it.

However, in this era, ordinary people do not have such hydraulic equipment, which is as heavy as Mount Tai.

Wukong saw them snatching it for a while. He stepped forward and picked up the iron rod with ease.

He held an iron rod and said, "You are all of poor luck and have met my grandson."

After the gang of thieves came forward, they beat Wukong hundreds of times.

Wukong said, "You have been beating me for so long. It's time for me, Sun, to fight back."

I saw Wukong gently waving the iron rod in his hand.

But this stick made a hunting sound.

The thief who was swept away by the stick was immediately photographed on the ground.

At this time, the leader of the mountain, Wang Ze, said, "You bald donkey, you are so rude! You won't pay for the money! You won't hand over the money! You still hurt me."
Chapter completed!