Chapter 827: 522 chapters, a pitifully begging fake Taoist

522 chapters, a pitifully begging fake Taoist

522 chapters, a pitifully begging fake Taoist

——One red apricot branch sticking out of the wall

Er Motou said, after hearing the little demons' chaotic discussion, he felt a bit annoyed, and loudly told the little demons: "You guys, stop being so talkative."

"What is a clever capture? We don't understand, Er Motou. Explain it to us." The little demons started clamoring again.

"You all go back to the cave, and after returning, don't tell the Great King. Let me think of a plan to capture that monkey-headed master and his three disciples." Er Motou said to the little demons following him.

"Hah! You want us to go back and you think of a plan to capture that monkey-headed master and his three disciples? Er Motou, are you trying to monopolize the money the Tang Monk is carrying? Capture the Tang Monk and keep it all for yourself? We won't go back. Initially we followed you up the mountain agreeing to 'share weal and woe'; now that you see wealth, you just toss us aside? Tell you, Er Motou, no way! We're just not leaving!" The little demons said, talking over each other.

"You're courting death—is Sun Wukong easy to provoke? If you don't leave and he runs into you, he'll sweep his iron rod and you'll all go to hell! Hurry up! Otherwise, if that monkey beats you to death, you'll have come to this world for nothing." Those little demons, hearing Er Motou's words, all slipped away at once.

Er Motou saw the little demons scared away by it, then jumped off the cliff, transformed, and became an old Taoist.

It's amusing how these demons and monsters just change. To deceive and harm people, that ferocious face can turn into a very kind appearance. You can't tell whether it's recent or old, real or fake, good or evil. Look at that Er Motou—just a moment ago he still looked full of killing intent.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a lame old Taoist, lying on the mountain path, shouting: "Hey, someone come quick, save me! Save me! Hey, someone———"

The Wukong trio was happily heading forward when they heard someone shouting for help not far away. The Tang Monk, inherently kind and compassionate, heard someone shouting for help on this mountain ridge.

They then called Wukong to listen: "Is someone shouting for help?"

Wukong said: "Who would come out here in these deep mountains and wild ridges? Could it be a monster?"

"Hey, Wukong doesn't allow you to spout nonsense—where do all these monsters come from? Can monsters even shout for help?" As soon as the Tang Monk finished speaking, a person crawled out from the grass beside the mountain path, fell face-down before the Tang Monk, kowtowing and murmuring: "Pain, pain, pain……, Monk save me, great mercy and compassion, Monk save me."

The Tang Monk hastily dismounted, pulled up the person lying before his horse, and saw that it was a person in Taoist attire. Monks and Taoists originally follow the same path, both practicing benevolence and bestowing blessings. Although their attire differs, their cultivation principles are largely the same. The Tang Monk looked at this Taoist before him, whose legs were covered in fresh red blood, and asked with concern: "Taoist, where are you from and where are you headed? Why are your legs covered in blood?"

The demon put on a pitiful appearance, speaking sweetly: "Alas, don't mention it, monk—I live in a West Mountain ahead. This morning I went to South Mountain to discuss scriptures with a South Mountain Taoist. I came back late……,"