My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 241 The human race does not believe in the useless god!

The monster was eventually taken away by the Dragon King of the West Sea.

The other party came to ask for help, and Sun Wukong also owed him a lot of favors. He was just a monster, and there was no need to fall out with the Four Seas Dragon Palace.

After sending away the Dragon King of the West Sea, Wang Xiao and Xiao Bailong returned from a distance.

The father and son just looked at each other on the clouds, remaining speechless and nodding silently.

Wang Xiao and Sun Wukong had nothing to say about this.

The most difficult relationship to break is often not between husband and wife, but between father and son. Without a frank and unfair discussion, it is difficult for the two of them to completely let go.

"You two, you obviously have a way to help the master, but you have to let us be caught by the monster. Do you think you two did it on purpose?"

As soon as the Dragon King of the West Sea left, Sha Seng rushed back with Zhu Bajie and Tang Seng.

As soon as he came back, Zhu Bajie kept yelling.

Wang Xiao and Sun Wukong didn't bother to listen to his nonsense. They clamped him on the left and right, and threw him into the mud pit regardless of Zhu Bajie's wails.

Lord Shui Dexing was still controlling the water, so Wang Xiao asked Tang Monk to mount his horse and take advantage of this time to walk to the other side of the river.

After it was confirmed that Tang Seng and his disciples had crossed the river, Shui Dexingjun put down the water and left happily.

There is no need to fight, just collect and release the water and you will get a sum of merit. This extra money is really easy to make.

After crossing the Blackwater River, the master and apprentice quickly discovered traces of human life.

Not long after walking, small villages and towns appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

However, what is strange is that when the common people saw Tang Seng along the way, instead of greeting him with smiles, they pointed and their eyes were full of disgust and disgust.

This made Tang Seng feel a little confused.

Although not everyone believed in Buddhism along the way, the people were still very polite to Buddhists. This was the first time such an obvious conflict occurred.

"Master, we found a temple ahead."

Sun Wukong, who was responsible for exploring the route, came back happily and informed everyone that they had a place to stay at night.

As soon as he heard that there was a temple, Tang Monk felt happy.

Compared with living in ordinary people's homes, he was more relaxed in the monastery, and there was no restriction like living in ordinary people's homes.

After walking six or seven miles, a dilapidated temple appeared in front of everyone.

"Jiyuanji Temple!"

Looking at the cracked plaque, Tang Monk clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha.

"Disciples, let's stay here tonight!"

This temple should originally be quite large, but for some reason, there are weeds all over the temple.

The main hall dedicated to the Buddha has lost the sound of incense, bells and drums, and is full of dilapidated and collapsed scenes.

“Why are you willing to demolish such a big temple?”

Zhu Bajie looked around and saw that the temple was in dilapidated condition, with a look of regret on his face. He couldn't help but muttered: "I was still thinking about having a fast meal, but I will be hungry again tonight."

Sha Monk also had a puzzled look on his face, "That shouldn't be the case. Even if there are no monks, there are still beggars. How come there's not even a single person there?"

Wang Xiao was also looking at the temple, wondering which difficulty this should be.

Although the practice of integrating multiple self-memories has deepened, he has not read the original book of Journey to the West, only the TV series.

The TV series is divided into two parts, and the contents were mixed together. Wang Xiao was confused for a while. Only when he saw familiar ones would he remember which difficulty it was.

"Father, this seems to be the country of Chechi. I went back to visit my mother some time ago. When I passed by here, I heard that there was a drought here. It seemed that the monks prayed for rain but did not get it. The king was furious and sealed all the monasteries across the country."

The red boy, who was riding on the neck of the white dragon horse, looked around and felt that something looked familiar. He remembered what he had heard when he went back to see his mother some time ago.

"Che Chiguo!"

Wang Xiao suddenly felt enlightened.

He said that it was a bit familiar, and it turned out to be the difficulty of the three great immortals of Tiger, Deer and Sheep.

After determining which difficulty it was, Wang Xiao frowned slightly and began to think about how to solve this difficulty.

Although this difficulty is said to be Tang Monk's, it is actually a competition between Buddhism and Taoism. Even this difficulty has a great impact on some countries in the surrounding area.

In Journey to the West, Sun Wukong outsmarts three monsters and rubs them on the ground, which looks very enjoyable.

But as a Taoist disciple, it's different in my eyes.

Sun Wukong's victory greatly promoted the teachings of Western Buddhism. However, because the three representatives of Eastern Daoism were all monsters, they left a very bad impression in more than a dozen countries around Chechi Country.

Even in some countries, when they hear Taoist priests, they immediately think of monsters.

As a direct disciple of the Taoist sect, Wang Xiao naturally cannot sit back and watch this happen.

He had to take action in person and solve the problem perfectly without any impact on the reputation of the Taoist sect.

"Hey yo hey yo..."

The group of people looked at the desolate temple, and when they were about to go in and search, they heard bursts of slogans in the distance.

"Wukong realizes, what is this sound?"

Tang Seng looked back at the direction from which the sound came, frowning slightly and asked Sun Wukong and Wang Xiao.

"I'll go take a look, you guys are waiting here!"

Before Sun Wukong could respond, Wang Xiao turned around and walked towards the place where the sound came from.

Tang Seng nodded and asked no more questions.

Wang Xiao was thoughtful and checked it in person, which naturally made him feel relieved.

"Damn bald donkey, hurry up!"

"Oh, it hurts to death!"

Wang Xiao didn't go far when he saw a group of monks pulling stones and pushing them hard under the whips of several Taoist priests.

Wang Xiao frowned and raised his hand a little.

Raising the whip in a frenzy, the Taoist priests who were whipping him stood still in place.

"who!"

Several Taoist priests froze, their eyes darting around in fear, and they shouted questions.

Wang Xiao stepped forward, looked at several Taoist priests, and raised his hand to salute.

"Blessings are immeasurable!"

Several Taoist priests also recovered instantly. Thinking of what the other party had just done, several Taoist priests quickly returned the favor.

"Blessings are immeasurable!"

After several Taoist priests stood up, Wang Xiao pointed at the monks doing hard work.

"How is this?"

The Taoist priest said quickly: "The Taoist priest doesn't know something."

The leading bearded Taoist priest pointed at the monk and said with a look of disgust: "These bald donkeys are not suitable for childbirth. They only focus on amassing money, expanding land and collecting rent every day. 1/3 of the land of my country, Chechi, has all gone to these bald donkeys." In hand."

"If they can really protect Chechi Country, they can just throw away some money and land."

"A few years ago, my country, Chechi, suffered from a severe drought. The people had no harvest and were about to starve to death."

"His Majesty thought that our country would supply Buddhas, so he asked them to chant sutras and pray for heavy rains for our country, Chechi."

"But what happened..."

The old Taoist priest had an angry look on his face, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said angrily: "Half a month has passed, and not only has there been no rain, but in order to prepare for some kind of conference, we people are being asked to donate food and money."

"My poor mother is already 60 years old. In order for God to bring rain, she dedicated the few grains of food at home to the Buddha."

"I also personally participated in this so-called conference, chanted sutras and prayed to the Buddha, hoping that the Buddha would be merciful and send heavy rain to save the country of Chechi."

"Without food, I asked these monks for some food to save my poor son's life, but these monks actually said that the food was dedicated to the Buddha and could never be returned to us."

As he spoke, the Taoist priest felt sad, covered his face and cried, "My poor child is less than 6 years old and he starved to death."

(End of this chapter)