"I, Buddha, should you bring it to us, don't you need money to do things?"

"That's right, where's the money?"

Venerable Ananda shrugged and said helplessly: "Three uncles, Master did not give me money."

“What’s the thing???”

The three great Bodhisattvas widened their eyes at the same time.

"No money, Journey to the West, what's the matter?"

"There are countless monsters next! Some of them are gods from the Heavenly Court. Doesn't it cost money to find them to pretend to be monsters?"

"Please help me with demon subduing. The monkey has such great face? Don't you need to spend money behind the scenes?"

Facing the questioning of the three great Bodhisattvas, Venerable Ananda was also helpless.

"Three uncles, this was originally difficult, and Taibai Jinxing should have saved Tang Seng. But when Master was about to give me a bottle of merit divine water, a three thousand-year-old peach, he suddenly withdrew his hand. Don't you understand? Xitian

There is no money!"

Oh my god!

A hint of sadness suddenly surged in the eyes of the three great Bodhisattvas.

Without money, Journey to the West will be completely over!

What's wrong!

If you don’t give a cent to operate the fund, let the three of them run Journey to the West?

What about the silly Bodhisattva?

Very meow!

At this moment, a bright light floated in the beautiful eyes of the three great Bodhisattvas.

Let Tang Seng rescue Sun Wukong as soon as possible, supervise Journey to the West, who will come to Aite Meow!

However, it was at this time.

Bailong stepped forward and interrupted the four people.

"Don't study the seventh difficulty first. First, pay the fee for "Sales of the Pit" and I'm going to go home to sleep."
Chapter completed!