Journey to the West: People in Heaven, 9 to 5

Chu Hao didn't bother the young man too much, he kept sleeping around, touched fish when he woke up, and helped monitor the progress of his journey to the west.

Then go back to sleep.

Work for five minutes and sleep for two hours.

Chu Hao's always modest, prudent, serious and responsible work attitude has never changed.

Strictly carrying out his task of supervising Journey to the West, Chu Hao has always been strict with himself, earnest and hardworking.

Chu Hao has never seen anyone who works harder than himself.

But even so, Chu Hao's harvest is still very little.

I only know that every time Tang Sanzang passes by, he will preach the scriptures, and then Chu Hao will receive sporadic merits.

There are only [-] left to the real quasi-sage realm.

Alas, this cultivation is really too difficult, even Chu Hao practiced so hard every day, and persisted for... for several months!

But Dao is still ruthless. Even Chu Hao, who cultivated so hard and almost desperately, is so harsh, making Chu Hao's progress so slow.

Really cruel.

Moreover, even the Law Enforcement Hall is almost complete.

At this moment, the prestige of the nine-story prison in the Three Realms has reached a level that cannot be looked up to.

Whether it's Emperor Gouchen's deliberate attempt to build momentum, or the prestige of going to Lingshan to arrest people...

There are countless ownerless monsters in the world, and I heard that even the Shura clan in the Styx blood sea yearn for this supreme heavenly organization!

All the monsters are looking forward to it, waiting for the law enforcement hall to open and recruit monsters.

Everything is waiting for Chu Hao's promotion.

But Chu Hao was not particularly anxious about promotion, and now Chu Hao was thinking about getting more resources.

The so-called children of the poor are already in charge of the family.

Chu Hao is a sensible poor child. Chu Hao, who is from a poor family, knows that to support a nine-storey dungeon, the resources needed are undoubtedly astronomical.

Especially if the Law Enforcement Hall opens, recruiting people must give benefits, right?

Those are all resources.

Chu Hao now has too few magic weapons, maybe dozens of them.

In particular, the number of innate spirit treasures that can hold the three corpses is very small, less than ten.

It also means that the highest can support several quasi-sages with the lowest cultivation.

And there are too few treasures, Dingtian is the treasure given by the Dragon Clan that can make half-step quasi-sages.

Some other flat peaches, ginseng fruit, yellow plums and so on are too shabby, maybe they are just snacks.

Coupled with the thousands of sets of top-level instruments, it can only accommodate three thousand ordinary golden immortals.

Even if Chu Hao's goal is very low, he just wants to live a stable life. After all, ordinary people don't dare to have such lofty ideals.

But even raising a small nine-storey sky prison is still too short of resources.

Ugh.

Whenever Chu Hao feels that he is poor, he always thinks of that good friend.

Every time, he was the one who helped Chu Hao out of the predicament. I don't know if he would still be able to see him.

Brotherly love is deep, each other cares about each other, confidantes in the sea are like neighbors in the world!

Thanks good friend!

These two months have passed, time has passed quickly, and it is early spring again.

But the mountains and forests are green and green, and the grass and trees are green;

Tang Seng and Sun Wukong pushed horizontally all the way, and they traveled a very long way, leaving a trace stained red with blood.

At this moment, the sun is setting in the west again.

Sanzang reined in his horse and watched from a distance, but saw the shadows of towers and towers in the distance in the third middle school, and the halls and pavilions were heavy.

Sanzang said, "Wukong, what do you think is going there?"

Walker looked up and said, "It's not a palace, it must be a monastery. Let's hurry up and spend the night there."

"Alright, let's go!" Tang Sanzang ate a mouthful of tiger leg meat, and casually dropped the tiger meat.

Tang Sanzang frowned, and walked straight towards the narrow mountain without thinking about anything else.

But between the mountains and forests, the road is long and obstructed, and the mountain road is rugged, so it is not easy to ride a horse.

Sun Wukong said: "Otherwise the white dragon horse first..."

"Don't be so troublesome!"

A slight smile appeared on Tang Sanzang's face.

In the next second, Tang Sanzang raised the white dragon horse above his head with one hand, "I will carry the horse, let's go!!"

Tang Sanzang moved quickly, and after a few moves, he disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Monkey King looked helpless, "Who is the monkey?"

Soon, Tang Monk Sun Wukong came to the front of the monastery.

Tang Sanzang knocked on the door very gently...

boom!

The door burst open!

Chapter 579: The Monk Slams the Door of the Moon?Tang Seng's first show, save the thugs

The scene was extremely embarrassing.

Tang Sanzang looked at the door he had smashed with his punch, his expression froze.

It's over, I've practiced too much these days, I'm used to knocking those small animals, and I haven't changed it for a while.

I didn't expect to accidentally break the door, which was a bit embarrassing.

Even the white dragon horse wanted to slip away for a moment.

His intuition told Bai Longma that something outrageous might happen next.

Sure enough, after Tang Sanzang knocked on the door with two fingers, he saw a group of monks rushing out of the Zen courtyard.

The faces of all the monks were full of vigilance, one by one holding guns and sticks, and knives and swords!

"Come on, come out, someone is messing around! Take the guy who usually works!"

"What's going on, is it someone from the government? Damn it, it's all been found out!"

"No matter who it is! How dare you attack our Guanyin Temple, Bodhisattva bless you, even if someone from the government comes here today, you will never come back!"

A group of people surrounded Tang Sanzang and Monkey King.

These monks all had ferocious faces and murderous looks.

The main business here is a Buddhist monastery, but in the dead of night, they would still do some looting by the way.

Therefore, it is also reasonable for them to hold guns, sticks, and swords.

But when they saw Tang Sanzang's tall and burly appearance, they couldn't help being stunned.

Even if the muscles of the whole body are hidden under the cassock, they can feel that there seems to be a powerful explosive force hidden in Tang Sanzang's body.

Looking at the gate just now, it seems that it was smashed by Tang Sanzang, and this moment made everyone feel extremely nervous, as if they were facing a big enemy.

A thin monk named Guangzhi jumped out and stared at Tang Sanzang with a very gloomy voice, "You, what are you doing!"

Tang Sanzang: "???"

Sun Wukong: "???"

Where did this monk come from?

The little monk Guangzhi frowned.

A monk sneaked up from behind and said, "Junior Brother Guangzhi, could it be that this group of people came from the next mountain? Ask the top of the mountain? Don't rush into the Dragon King Temple."

The little monk Guangzhi thought so deeply, such a hero, unlike ordinary bandits, might be a hero from Liangshan next door.

In their line of work, unless the peers are really at the end of their ropes, no one is willing to die.

The little monk Guangzhi jumped out and shouted to Tang Sanzang:

"Mushroom, where are you? What's the price?"

Tang Sanzang: "???"

What the hell, did I enter a bandit den or a Buddhist monastery?

There is also the word "Zen" written on that wall, and the surrounding displays are all things dedicated to Buddha and Bodhisattva.

Why come out one by one, the bandits talk a lot?

Tang Sanzang could only hold his breath, but he didn't even know where to start to tell himself.

And Monkey King is even more disdainful.

A group of ants-like things, showing off some tricks in front of him, made Monkey King feel ridiculous.

In addition to all of them, counting the monsters with a radius of a hundred miles above, none of them could withstand a beating from Monkey King.

The people in the Guanyin Temple got angry when they saw that Tang Sanzang and his party didn't even say a word.

The young monk Guangzhi, who was the leader, frowned, drew out the big knife in his hand,

"It seems that there is a hard problem. Those who are beaten to death without opening their mouths are either here to kill and set fire, or they are stupid|pussy. There is no third kind."

"Brothers, get ready to fight!"

"Old rules, kill it, chop it up and feed it to the dogs!"