Just at that mont, a monkey sprang up and, with a slap of its hand, sent the great sword flying. It lifted its leg and kicked the Fish-headed Person to the ground before striking the ground beside it with its staff, frightening it so much that it didn’t dare to move.
On the other side, another Fish-headed Person was also knocked to the ground by a monkey, its staff pointing at its head, not daring to move an inch.
"Master, both demons have been caught. Please decide what to do with them," Sun Wukong asked.
However, Tang Sanzang didn’t pay them any attention but was lured by the scent of alcohol to the offering table.
Sun Wukong saw this and imdiately tensed up.
Along the journey, Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, and the others had chatted with the Six-eared Macaque about Tang Sanzang’s prohibitions, with alcohol being number one!
Seeing Tang Sanzang heading for the wine jar, his fur stood on end. He quickly glanced at Sun Wukong, asking, "Big brother, what should we do?"
Sun Wukong also beca anxious. Alas, if the baldy wants to drink, no one can stop him!
But if he really drinks, then I will be even less able to stop him.
Just as Sun Wukong was worrying, Tang Sanzang picked up the wine jar, turned it upside down, and muttered, "Not a single drop left..."
Then he glanced at the two wine cups licked by the big fish mouths, disdainfully saying, "These can’t be drunk..."
However, there was a lot of wine spilled on the table, and as the aroma of alcohol wafted up, Tang Sanzang’s bald head started to turn red, his steps slightly staggered, and his eyes a bit dull.
Seizing the mont, Sun Wukong quickly kicked the Fish-headed Person at his feet and demanded, "Little fishy, speak up! What demon are you, where do you co from, and did you steal the Shariputra in this tower?!"
Hearing these words, Tang Sanzang slightly ca back to his senses, then the guy sat cross-legged on the offering table and gestured with his hands...
Sun Wukong and the Six-eared Macaque quickly dragged the two Fish-headed Persons over.
Tang Sanzang said, "Speak."
Hearing this, the two Fish-headed Persons started crying out of fear...
One of them quickly pleaded, "Oh venerable monk, spare , spare ! It wasn’t who did it, soone else stole the treasure!"
Tang Sanzang shook his head and said, "Don’t talk about these unimportant matters. I’m asking you, what breed are you, wild or farm-raised? How do you taste when stewed?"
The two fish were completely dumbfounded, thinking they’d encountered a monk concerned with ordinary affairs, only to realize they were facing a bald man pondering their taste!
At that mont, the abbot’s voice ca from below the tower, "Elder Tang, how is it going?"
Tang Sanzang quickly replied, "Almost done, just a mont!"
Since they were being rushed from downstairs, Tang Sanzang felt it wasn’t good to keep asking about how to eat them, so he pointed at one of the fish and asked, "You, what’s your na? Where are you from? What breed?"
Hearing this, the Fish-headed Person wailed inside, still preoccupied with being eaten!
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Then he answered, sobbing, "Venerable monk, we are small demons from the Chaotic Stone Mountain, Greenwave Pond, sent by the Thousand Saints Dragon King to patrol the tower. My na is Benboerba, a black fish spirit."
Tang Sanzang rubbed his forehead, slightly tipsy, and asked, "Ben what?"
"Benboerba," Benboerba said.
Tang Sanzang, affected by the alcohol, with his gaze unsteady, shook his head and slurred, "What ’erba’?"
"Benboerba!" Benboerba was on the verge of collapsing, thinking, did this bald man really need to make him say it three tis for just four words?
Tang Sanzang, looking utterly bewildered, said, "What ’Bo’ what ’Ba’?"
With a sobbing tone, Benzboerba articulated slowly, "High monk, I’ll speak slower, listen carefully, my na is Benz, Bo, Er, Ba!"
Having said that, Benzboerba looked at the bald monk, only to find him giving an unhappy look, his face contorting into a fierce expression as he said, "What do you an, ’speak slower’? Are you saying this poor monk’s brain doesn’t work well, that I can’t rember your na? It’s clearly because your na is too long, and yet you dare to look down on ?! Wukong, beat him up!"
Benzboerba was dumbfounded. Wasn’t it as he had presud?
Sun Wukong also noticed that Tang Sanzang was a bit over the top. Although he wasn’t completely drunk, he was sowhat out of control and didn’t dare to disobey Tang Sanzang’s wish, so he wound up his fists and started to puml Benzboerba!
The Six-Eared Macaque, feeling Wukong’s panic, quickly joined in the beating.
So Benzboerba, who had been a black fish demon just a mont ago, was beaten into a puffed fish the next mont, with a head as big as a washbasin.
Looking at Benzboerba in this state, Tang Sanzang asked again, "Tell , what’s your na?"
Benzboerba really wanted to repeat his na, but considering the intellectual prowess of the monk in front of him, he smartly decided to shorten his na and said, "High monk, my na is Boerba!"
Tang Sanzang was stunned, "Bo’erba?"
When Benzboerba heard Tang Sanzang rembering his na, he excitedly nodded and said, "Yes, yes, yes... my na is Boerba!"
But the next mont, Benzboerba felt sothing was off as the monk’s expression beca increasingly fierce.
Especially that gaze, focusing on his chest ever since hearing his na...
Benzboerba wondered if it was his own posture that was off.
So he puffed out his chest...
When he looked up again, he saw the monk had jumped down from the table and approached him, his face twisted in a fearso grimace, rolling up his sleeves, he enunciated each word, "You dare to call yourself ’Bo Ba’? You’re not just insulting this poor monk’s intelligence, but you’re disgusting with your lack of respect..."
While talking, Tang Sanzang threw a punch!
The next mont, a fish’s piercing scream and the thud, thud, thud of blows landing on flesh echoed through the thirteen floors of the pagoda, causing another Fish-headed Person on the side to tremble all over while he desperately pondered how to answer the bald monk’s questions. His body wasn’t as resilient as Benzboerba’s, and he couldn’t withstand such a beating!
After beating Benzboerba, Tang Sanzang turned toward the other Fish-headed Person, "You, what breed are you? What’s your surna, your na?"
The Fish-headed Person hurriedly replied, "I’m but a catfish demon, my na is..."
Just as he was about to reveal his na, the Fish-headed Person hesitated for a mont, the tragic end of Benzboerba after saying his full na flashing through his mind. Considering that his own na was Bazboerben, which the other party probably wouldn’t rember, it could well result in a beating that would leave him wishing for death.
So, Bazboerben had a stroke of inspiration and said, "I’m called Ba!"
Having said that, he felt smug internally. My na’s just one character, no ’Bo’, you can’t possibly find that annoying, right? I’m so clever, how did my mother give birth to such a smart and ingenious son? Hahaha...
However, the smugness lasted less than three seconds before he noticed the monk’s expression growing even more terrifying.
Tang Sanzang, with a sinister look, said to Bazboerben, "Dad?"
Bazboerben, reflexively nodding, went, "Yes!"
Boom!
Suddenly, an explosion erupted from the thirteenth floor of the pagoda, and a fearso Fist Power sent a catfish soaring into the sky...
Bazboerben was baffled, whether his na was long or short, why did he still get beaten up?!
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