Journey to the West: Monks do not tell lies, they only rob

Chapter 293 Apprentice's Surroundings

The little princes shook the prince's arm coquettishly.

It would be a great thing if my sons could become immortals.

He had no choice but to ask with a serious face: "Master, are you still accepting disciples?"

Tang Shan lowered her head and glanced at the three little noses in front of her. It didn't matter whether to accept a disciple or not. What mattered was whether there were any benefits from accepting one.

Although the little princes think the monk is more handsome, he can't compare to the big brother who can fly and has glowing weapons!

The eldest prince shouted, pointing at Wukong and his companions who had just landed from the clouds, "We want to take them as our teachers."

The second and third princes nodded, "Yes."

They dropped the wooden sticks in their hands, and only wanted to touch the golden hoop, the nine-toothed rake and the magic staff to subdue demons.

Prince Yuhua's face froze slightly. If his disciple was so capable, wouldn't his master be even more...

What if my son is ignorant and refuses to be my disciple in person? What if I get angry with him?

He was about to express his sincere apology, but Tang Shan waved her hand and said, "Of course, it's the same for disciples and grandchildren."

Wukong walked back, "Master, I didn't say I wanted to take a disciple."

When he was studying under Patriarch Bodhi, he often made the Patriarch very angry.

If I were a master myself, I would be annoyed to death by the little kid in front of me.

Wukong stroked his chin. It would be fine if he was talented and intelligent, but if he met someone who was not smart enough, his reputation as the Great Sage would be in jeopardy.

On the other side, Bajie touched his belly and thought seriously.

The old prince's son, the little prince, has a noble status. If he fails to get a position in heaven after obtaining the scriptures, he will eventually have to find a place to stay in the mortal world.

Yuhua County is rich in resources and the people are hospitable. As the little prince's master, I will never have to worry about food and drink. I can marry a few beautiful wives in the future. Wouldn't that be a happy life?

Besides, he himself also wanted to satisfy his desire to be a master.

"Okay, I'll take it, Old Pig."

"Second Brother, you've made up your mind so quickly!"

Sha Seng counted his fingers with a nervous heart. He knew that his magic power was limited and he could not contribute much except doing physical work. Otherwise, how about teaching the little prince how to carry the load with less effort?

"Master, I..."

Sha Seng was unable to make a decision and could only ask his master for advice.

"If the little prince is willing, you can take me as your apprentice for fun."

Tang Shan thought, it couldn't be that Wukong and Zhu Bajie both had disciples, but he didn't, making it seem like she was biased.

King Yuhua's lips twitched. Is this for fun?

"Grandmaster, please accept my disciple's greetings."

The childish voice was now extremely serious, and small hands handed over three cups of fragrant tea in unison.

"So good~"

Tang Shan took a sip of each, but her eyes drifted to the apprenticeship gift prepared by the prince.

It was covered with a large piece of red cloth. Looking at its very familiar shape, it must be golden inside.

Thinking of this, Tang Shan couldn't help but take a big sip and almost choked.

"Master, you don't have to be so happy about having a grand disciple."

Bajie joked, but in his heart he was thinking that his master didn't have this smile when he first took him in.

After the disciple-taking ceremony, the little princes were eager to see the close-combat weapons of Wukong and his companions.

Seeing that he was so popular and that he was nominally his disciple, Wukong and the other two showed off their treasures again.

As a result, the little prince and his two companions pushed the golden cudgel together but failed to move it at all. They then turned to the rake, but still could not move it. The weight of the cudgel was almost the same as that of the rake.

"Father, this weapon is so heavy."

The little princes have been learning martial arts from King Yuhua all year round and are stronger than their peers.

Even if the three of them couldn't lift the weapons made by the military, they could still move them a few millimeters if they put all their strength together.

"This..." King Yuhua looked at Tang Shan in confusion, then looked at his child who was trying his best to suckle. Is it really that heavy?

He wanted to try it himself, but was afraid of being embarrassed if he couldn't push it, so he said in a deep voice to the servants nearby, "Why don't you go and help?"

The servants received the order and, together with their young master, reached out to push the weapons out of the hands of the apprentices.

Wukong, Bajie and Sha Seng smiled at each other and gave up their seats.

How could ordinary people easily move their personal magical weapons?

The weapons were like a tug-of-war with the little princes, but the outcome was already a foregone conclusion.

In the end, the little princes were exhausted and lay on the ground, panting and sweating profusely.

King Yuhua was secretly surprised. Fortunately, he did not take part in the competition, otherwise how could he maintain his dignified image in front of the bastard in the future.

The maids used handkerchiefs to wipe the sweat off their masters and were about to take them back to the house to take a bath and change into clean clothes to avoid catching a cold.

"No, I won't go back!"

"I won't leave either. I want to find a weapon like my master's!"

"I am me too."

The scene suddenly became noisy.

"Master, look at this..."

King Yuhua looked embarrassed.

Tang Shan stuffed a piece of almond biscuit into her mouth. Isn't this just chasing after idols and wanting to collect Journey to the West peripherals? She understood it all.

When I was following anime, I bought all kinds of posters and figures.

Wait, a figure!

She clapped her fingers and wiped her mouth, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I'll take care of this matter."

Upon hearing this, the disciples turned to look at her. Was she really going to ask them to leave their weapons here?

But even if they stay here, the little princes still won’t be able to lift it even after practicing for a thousand years.

King Yuhua was overjoyed and was about to express his gratitude when he heard a turning point: "It's just..."

Tang Shan blinked her big, sincere eyes and said, "My disciple's weapon is a divine weapon from heaven after all. Even if it's to my grand-disciple, I can't just give it away casually."

King Yuhua was surprised and asked, "Master, do you still have such a weapon?"

He lowered his head in thought. Although the weapons were good, they were too heavy and useless to them.

The little princes tugged at the hem of his clothes, looking up at him with their big, dark eyes.

"Father..."

They really want it.

Tang Shan had an idea and took out a high-quality mini replica of the golden cudgel from her pocket. The patterns carved on the surface were exactly the same, with no color difference, and the length was only one meter and two, just right for the little princes to play with.

The point is, the weight is just two kilograms.

"Wow!" The eldest prince jumped up to Tang Shan happily, "Thank you, Master."

The second and third princes were completely furious, "What about us? What about us?"

Bajie and Sha Seng surrounded Wukong on the left and right.

"Brother Monkey, when you got this stick, there was a little one next door, right?"

He was referring to the iron rod that Tang Shan had just taken out for viewing.

Wukong was also confused at this moment. He remembered that there was only one, so there was no small one.

Sha Monk speculated: "Could it be that this is a relative of the eldest brother, and they are of different generations?"

"Hey, go, go, when I have time I will go and ask the Dragon King for clarification."

Wukong originally thought that his golden cudgel was unique and unparalleled in the world, but when he suddenly saw someone with a similar appearance, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Eldest brother, what's wrong with you?"

Sha Seng saw Wukong scratching his right ear hard, as if it was itchy.

"I always feel like there's something moving around in my ears."

Bajie chuckled: "I'm afraid it's your golden cudgel that wants to come out and recognize its relatives."

The actual situation is: the golden cudgel tried desperately to fly out to announce to the world that the Dragon King of the East China Sea only had it as a magic needle to stabilize the sea.

Moreover, if Wukong had not put it back into his ear in advance, it would have flown up and smashed the fake thing into pieces.

"Don't laugh, idiot. Look at Master's bag, it's bulging with money. It looks like there's a share for you too."