Sha Wujing listened to these words from the sidelines, silently rubbing his temples, thinking, "My master really won’t give up until he sees the coffin, even when soone has turned into bones, he still can’t forget about fishing."
Just then, Sha Wujing saw a colorfully painted table nearby, haphazardly covered with several pieces of brocade cotton garnts.
Sha Wujing picked them up and took a look, and they turned out to be three brocade vests.
Sha Wujing said, "Master, there are three vests here, so beautiful!"
Tang Sanzang looked back and said, "Exactly three pieces, neither more nor less, isn’t that too coincidental?"
Sha Wujing said, "Master, do you an... could it be?"
"Put them on!"
Tang Sanzang imdiately ordered, and then each of them put on one.
To their surprise, the two garnts fit perfectly, as if they were tailor-made.
anwhile, deep inside the cave.
"King, King! The fish has taken the bait!"
A little demon shouted loudly.
In the cave, a slightly chubby Minotaur with green skin looked over, "What are you yelling for?"
The little demon imdiately lowered his voice, "King, a fish has taken the bait."
Another little demon said, "King, your strategy is simply perfect; we don’t need to go out, and roughly every two days soone gets caught."
The green-skinned Minotaur chuckled, "Humans are indeed clever, but they can never overco greed. As long as they’re greedy, they’re dood to fall."
After speaking, the green-skinned Minotaur turned to the little demon who had first reported and said, "Tell , what kind of fish is it this ti? If they’re just ordinary people, give them a beating to teach them a lesson and then throw them out."
The little demon said, "King, this ti it’s different, this ti there are two monks!"
Upon hearing this, the green-skinned Minotaur imdiately sat up straight and said, "Two monks? What background?"
The little demon said, "According to that silly, foolish monk, he seems to be from the Great Tang of the Eastern Land, going to the Western Heavens to seek the True Scriptures."
The green-skinned Minotaur raised an eyebrow and said, "Tang Sanzang?"
"Yes, yes, that’s him!" the little demon exclaid.
The green-skinned Minotaur smiled, "This Golden Cicada has actually fallen into such a pot? I’m afraid his ten lifetis of cultivation have all gone to the dogs. Bring the bronze mirror here, and let this great king see this greedy Tang Monk!"
Imdiately, a little demon brought over a mirror, which resembled a surveillance device, showing the scene inside a room on the second floor.
Inside, one could see a monk in a kasaya with a vest over it, looking quite smug;
Another rough-faced man was gesturing continuously beside him, seemingly saying sothing.
"King, look, that’s the monk with the pale skin," the little demon pointed out.
The green-horned ox-head laughed, "It really is that monk... ah... hold on, why does he have a servant?"
"King Silak, from what you said, was this monk supposed to co alone?" the little demon asked.
King Silak frowned and said, "Don’t talk, I’m asking you, besides these two, did anyone else follow them? Like, a monkey with a hairy face and Thunder God’s mouth, a white horse, and a three-ter tall pig!"
The little demon recalled carefully, "My king, I didn’t see the monkey with a hairy face and Thunder God’s mouth that you ntioned. However, there indeed was a white horse outside, and upon it, there was a big fat pig, which must be their provisions for the journey west."
Upon hearing this, King Silak suddenly joyed, "He is a monk, and his provisions should be dry goods, how could it possibly be a pig... pig... pig?!"
King Silak suddenly rembered, "Wasn’t there soone yelling earlier about going back to Flower Fruit Mountain to visit family?"
The little demons collectively nodded, "There was such a noise, we don’t know which fool it was, shouting around. King, why do you ask this?"
King Silak didn’t speak further, but imdiately turned to the view outside, observing intently. After a while, he murmured, "Flower Fruit Mountain, isn’t that the monkey’s den? This standing pig, isn’t it Zhu Ganglie? Then the one inside, could it be..."
Thinking of this, King Silak stomped his foot, anxiously saying, "Damn it!"
The little demon asked puzzledly, "King, what’s wrong?"
King Silak muttered, "Golden Horn and Silver Horn said that a lone Tang Sanzang is the real Tang Sanzang, the one who brings disciples is not to be trifled with. This guy didn’t bring disciples but is clearly in disguise. This must be the fake Tang Sanzang..."
"King, with your power, whether he’s real or fake, can’t you just capture both?" the little demon suggested.
King Silak thought about it and nodded slightly, "Indeed, bring my steel spear. I will go and et this baldy who embarrassed Golden Horn and Silver Horn!"
"As you wish, my king!" Imdiately, a little demon went to fetch the weapon.
At the sa ti, other little demons also picked up their gear, ready to follow their king into the fray.
Just at that mont, a little demon exclaid, "King, the trap has sprung!"
King Silak looked over to see Tang Sanzang and Sha Wujing suddenly wrapped in ropes on their tunics, tightening quickly, trapping both.
Tang Sanzang even cried out, lying on the ground, shouting, "Wujing, save , your teacher is bound, I can’t break free, oh... it hurts."
Seeing this, the little demon frowned and said, "King, that monk looks pretty alright. If you don’t look at his face, he has a standard physique, but looking at his face, why do I feel he’s so punchable."
But there was no response from King Silak’s side. Looking up, the little demon saw the once spirited King Silak aiming to capture Tang Sanzang, now sweating profusely, his clothes soaked!
He stared intently at the baldy lying on the ground, then zood in for a closer look, the sweat on his forehead increasing, his calves even trembling, muttering to himself, "It’s him... how could it be him? Wasn’t he banished? How did he end up banished to this ti? Damn it all!" Your adventure continues at empire
Just then, a few little demons ca over carrying the steel spear, walking and shouting, "King, your steel spear is here, shall we go out and capture him now?"
Hearing this, King Silak suddenly jerked and turned around shouting, "Capture my ass, take the weapons back!"
"King, what... what do you an? Aren’t we capturing Tang Sanzang?" the little demons were confused.
King Silak glared with bulging eyes, roaring, "Capture my sister’s ass, take back the spear! I’m a good demon, no, I ca down from heaven as a good deity, a vegetarian who prays, why capture anyone? Go fetch a bundle of green grass, I need to eat so grass and calm down..."
King Silak sat there, shivering as he stared at the mirror at the baldy who looked like he was about to be strangled, muttering to himself, "Such a punchable face, no doubt about it, it must be that guy!"
King Silak then took a pen and drew on the mirror, sohow managing to add a bit of hair to Tang Sanzang.
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