Finally, after the three of them discussed, King Jinjiao came to heaven to report his life and went to check whether Sun Wukong was with the King of Tota, Li Jing. King Yinjiao and Xiao An went down the pool water to find the owner of Monkey Fur. After King Jinjiao left, King Yinjiao and Xiao An jumped into the pool water, swam deeper, and gradually disappeared.

The two bald combinations of Zhang Yang and the little hooligan continued to travel west with the white dragon horse. After walking for many days, they were blocked by a mountain. After experiencing a lot, Zhang Yang became annoyed when he saw the mountain because there were mountains and monsters, and monsters would delay his journey. However, now the little hooligan has two magic weapons, somersault clouds and nine-toothed rakes. It is not that easy for a monster to catch him.

The two of them went up the mountain, and the sky gradually darkened, and the setting sun dyed the sky red. There was no village in front of the mountain and there was no shop behind the village. The two of them were planning to find a suitable place to settle down, but not long after they walked, they saw a temple.

The two bald ones, one of whom did not want to be monks, and the other was a fake monk, but they didn't expect that they would really have a fate with the temple along the way. From Jinshan Temple to Guanyin Temple to the current temple, they really have a Buddhist connection.

They walked up and saw that the temple was called Chijian Baolin Temple. Zhang Yang went up and knocked on the door. The monk who opened the door saw that they were dressed in tatters, so he didn't let them in. He closed the door without saying a word.

Zhang Yang originally wanted to kick the door open, but was stopped by the little hooligan. He said, "I found that since you took the golden cudgel, you have become more and more like a scoundrel. Can you have a little temperament? We came from the Tang Dynasty in Dongtu, so don't slander your home. Besides, this is a temple, so you have to give the Buddha a face. You can wait, I'll talk."

After saying that, the little hooligan pushed Zhang Yang open and came to the temple door, knocked on the door, and shouted: "We came from the Tang Dynasty in Dongtu. Be careful that we will be good if we go in and rest."

Hearing him shouting, Zhang Yang asked, "Where do we get the benefits? Do you urinate your boy to them?"

The little hooligan said with disgust: "When you are away, how many people can you offend like this? Let's stay here first, and give them benefits before leaving. Then early tomorrow morning, we will run away before they get up."

Zhang Yang was about to say that he was a little bastard monk, but the door of the temple was opened before he could say it. It was the monk who opened the door just now. He asked, "Dongtu Datang? What are the benefits you give me?"

The little hooligan said, "Amitabha, let's give it to you before we leave. Now I've given it to you, and what should I do if you don't let us in?"

The monk was unreasonable and blocked the door and refused to let it in. He cursed: "I have to stay here and talk to me about the conditions. The poor monk who has no money, get out of the way." After that, he closed the door again.

The blue veins on the little hooligan's forehead were raised. He took out the nine-toothed rake and waved it hard, and the door was smashed to pieces. Then the little hooligan rushed in, held the nine-toothed rake and pushed the monk to the wall, and said, "Remember, never bully an honest man."

Zhang Yang shook his head and walked in, thinking that he would not let himself kick the door, but he smashed it open. It was still the same. After he came in, he found that the temple was too dilapidated, no one cleaned the ground, the yard was overgrown with weeds, and no one was building any other monks.

There is also a well in the yard. Zhang Yang looked at it and felt familiar. He recalled the journey of Journey to the West before remembering that there seemed to be a country of black chickens more than 40 miles away.

Zhang Yang knew that the underside of this well was the corpse of the king of Wuji Kingdom. The king of Wuji Kingdom was actually a monster, so he deliberately looked down and saw that the water of the well was dark and invisible. He hoped that the king would just lie down below and never come out to find them in the middle of the night, so as not to delay the journey to the West.

Just when the little hooligan was giving the monk a great principle of life, Zhang Yang found a fast stone slab in the temple yard, then picked it up with difficulty, moved it to the top of the well to block it. He clapped his hands and smiled proudly for a while, and then turned around and saw the little hooligan and the monk staring at him in unison, with their eyes surprisingly synchronized.

"Why did you block that well?" the monk asked, "How do we eat water?"

"I just accidentally urinated inside." Zhang Yang said, "So in order not to harm you, I blocked it. If you drink water, go to the river in the mountains. When we came, we saw a small river."

"How accidentally did you urinate into the well? Are you a water pipe? It stretched so long?" the monk shouted angrily: "We can drink water in that well, and now we are thirsty."

Zhang Yang thought to himself that if you knew there was a dead person in the well, you wouldn't say this, but he noticed another thing, and he asked, "Do you mean us? Are we three, or are there other people?"

At this time, a group of people ran out of the temple, including rushing merchants, masked robbers and other all kinds of people. They shouted at Zhang Yang in unison: "We are there!"

Zhang Yang and the little hooligan jumped backward at the same time, and then shouted in surprise: "Wow, why are so many people running out!"

The situation has changed now. The monk stood in front of them with great pride, and with a command, he asked everyone to tie up Zhang Yang and the little hooligan, and then threw it in the yard. The monk hugged his chest with his hands, then walked to them. Before he could speak, he was kicked away by a bandit brother wearing a tiger-skin coat next to him.

The bandit brother spitted on the ground and cursed: "Are you addicted to pretending to be an adult? Let you come out and see the situation. You dare to ask someone privately for something. Do you want to rebel?"

The monk said with a smile: "I dare not, I'm all for you to ask for."

Listening to the two of them, the little hooligan whispered to Zhang Yang: "It seems that this group of people are robbers, and they live here to specifically rob passers-by."

Zhang Yang saw their group of people dressed and didn't look like each other, so he said, "It must not be. Where is the robber gang dressed so much? It's not a performer."

The bandit brother heard them mumble, then turned his head with a fierce look on his face and asked, "What are you two talking about? Let's hear it all!"

Zhang Yang was not afraid of him and asked, "What are you doing?"

The bandit brother said, "Those passing by."

Zhang Yang widened his eyes and asked incrediblely: "Didn't you just rob here?"

The bandit brother said, "Look at these people are so poor that they are doing what they do."

Zhang Yang asked, "Then what are you doing here?"

The bandit brother suddenly became furious and shouted, "Didn't I say, pass by!"
Chapter completed!