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

Chapter 278: Restoration

“Clang, bang, clang—”

The purple gold bowl was filled with gold, silver and jewels.

"Holy monk, please."

"Can you please forgive my mistakes and restore the teahouse to its original state with a little magical power?"

The proprietress and everyone in the teahouse knelt in front of Tang Shan, tears and snot streaming down their faces.

Tang Shan looked at the sincerity in her hand and said with a heartfelt smile: "Kong Kong, go and blow it."

They were the ones who set the fire, and they were the ones who put out the fire. The only ones who suffered losses were the boss's family.

Wukong took a few steps forward and then retreated, leaning close to Tang Shan's ear and asking in embarrassment, "Master, the Samadhi True Fire is burning me, I can't do it."

Bajie's arrogant demeanor immediately wilted, and he stammered, "What...what do you mean by no? If this gets out, we junior brothers will be so embarrassed!"

Tang Shan hugged the purple gold bowl tightly in her arms, the money she had earned could not be lost.

She turned her head to look at Red Boy and said, "The one you burned yourself should be able to recover by itself, right?"

Red Boy was confused. "I only learned how to breathe fire. Who would be responsible for recovering after breathing fire?"

Isn't this just a waste of time and looking for trouble?

"Okay, so you guys are just trying to take advantage of the situation and rob people, right?"

The chef stood up angrily, as he had just knelt down.

"Hey~" Tang Shan remained calm. "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say anything you want. We have always run our business with integrity and never cheat anyone."

My brain is racing to find a solution.

"Then you guys should hurry up!" The crowd was infuriated.

"What are you talking about? Even a god would have to think of a solution first."

Bajie joined in the verbal battle, his momentum undiminished.

Tang Shan suddenly remembered that she seemed to have Guanyin's pure bottle in her hand. The dead ginseng fruit tree could come back to life, but she wondered if the burned house could be restored.

She now has a bold idea and can't wait to verify it.

The spirit bottle brother frowned slightly: I can't do it...

Tang Shan was full of confidence: If you can't even do this, then what's the point of keeping you?

She pretended to smash the bottle into pieces, leaving only her innocence in the world.

The bottle shook violently, indicating that it was OK again.

Damn it, it wants to go back to Guanyin.

In the past, they only had to be decorations and shown off occasionally, but now they are often doing the work of firefighters, stealing doctors' jobs, and being used as tea making tools.

Tang Shan walked to the ruins, rolled up the sleeve of her cassock with one hand, and slowly poured the water in the jade bottle into the ruins with the other hand.

The people in the teahouse were completely stunned. What was the monk doing? Had they encountered a psychopath?

The water in the bottle seemed endless until it overflowed the beam on the ground, and the black and gray gradually faded into a little circle of light.

Tang Shan took a few steps back, and the next moment half of the teahouse returned to its original state in full view of everyone.

"Wow--"

The onlookers were stunned. Not to mention the ordinary people, even Wukong didn't expect that Guanyin's bottle could be used in this way.

Tang Shan's face did not show any excitement. It was over. She felt that she had found another way to make money.

As night fell, Tang Shan and her companions were treated as honored guests and checked into the most luxurious Room No. 1.

After eating the vegetarian food, Bajie fell asleep immediately, while Red Boy stuck to Tang Shan and listened to her talk about what she encountered along the way.

The room was filled with a peaceful and warm scene, with the White Dragon Horse and Sha Seng leaning against each other with their eyes closed to rest.

Wukong poked Bajie's face and said, "Don't sleep, idiot. I'm afraid there will be thieves coming soon."

"Brother Monkey, stop it. I'm sleepy."

Bajie reached out and pushed him away, then turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

The next second, "Yo yo yo, I get up, I get up, isn't that okay?"

Wukong loosened his grip on his ear.

A group of men in black holding torches appeared stealthily on the mountain road not far away.