Chapter 314: Whether Monsters Are More Evil, or the Human Heart Is More Evil

Banjie Guanyin heard the knocking at the door and got up to open it.

"You monk, why do you knock at the door in the middle of the night?"

The monk walked in, carrying tea as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "I wasn't sure if the female benefactor was accustomed to the tea in the temple, so I brewed some to bring over for the female benefactor to taste."

Banjie Guanyin eyed the tea, and the monk had already poured a cup for her.

"Would the female benefactor like to taste it?"

"Hmph~" Banjie Guanyin chuckled, "You monk, stop calling me 'female benefactor' every other word. I am Banjie Guanyin; would it not be acceptable for you to address me as Lady Guanyin? Hehehe..."

She had not yet realized that something was wrong, and was just teasing the monk.

The monk looked at her, his expression so infatuated he looked like a fool.

"Female Bodhisattva~" This tone was exactly the same as someone calling out to their little darling.

"Female Bodhisattva, do have a taste; is this tea to your liking?"

Banjie Guanyin took the tea, and just as she was about to drink, she sensed something was wrong.

"Hmph!" She let out a cold snort and forcibly fed the tea to the monk.

Held captive by her and unable to break free, the monk could not help but swallow a few mouthfuls.

A moment later, as if enveloped in clouds and mist, he collapsed headfirst.

"Monsters have no heart to harm people, yet people have the intent to harm monsters."

"Is it the monster that is more evil, or the human heart?"

"Hehe~ A place of Buddhism, truly full of hypocritical Buddhas, and even lecherous monks who do evil."

In a fit of anger, Banjie Guanyin used magic to toss the monk out the back window.

However, just as she was about to rest, another monk came to knock on the door.

This time the excuse was that he feared she would catch a cold in the deep, dew-heavy night, so he had brought a quilt.

And then... he too was tossed into the backyard by Banjie Guanyin.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian both witnessed this scene, but firstly, Banjie Guanyin had not killed anyone, and secondly, those monks deserved a lesson.

Therefore, neither of them intervened in the matter.

The next day, early in the morning.

"Clatter!"

"What the hell!!!?"

Tang An accidentally knocked over her cup, clutched her lower abdomen, and hurriedly looked for the restroom.

Since she had transmigrated, her period had never come. She had assumed it was the Destined One halo, which had made her body far superior to ordinary people, so she would never have to deal with that again!

Why, just because Tang Seng was having a trial of illness here, and she couldn't get sick, she had to have a period instead?

"F*** you!"

"Roar, roar, roar..."

Tang An felt as if the internal organs in her abdomen were twisting together; her hands and feet were cold and clammy, and she was in great pain.

"Master."

Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha all came out.

They had heard Tang An's cursing and smelled the scent of blood. They thought Tang An had been secretly harmed by someone.

As it turned out, when they came out, they ran right into Tang An, who was scurrying around the temple like an ant on a hot pan.

She wanted to find the restroom, but she had gotten lost.

"Master." The three of them flashed to her side, their faces filled with anxiety.

"Don't move!" Tang An urgently called for a stop.

"Don't come over, don't ask, my 'relative' is visiting."

"'Relative'?" Nezha looked left and right, "Where would you have relatives?"

"I..." Tang An suppressed her urge to explode and explained, "Menstruation! Period! Do you understand?"

"You all go back, I'll be back after I use the latrine."

Sun Wukong and Nezha seemed not to have reacted yet, so Yang Jian grabbed one with each hand and pulled them away.

Fortunately, Tang An had exchanged for some sanitary pads earlier, which came in handy now.

By the time Tang An returned, Yang Jian had already gathered some medicinal herbs and flashed back.

Nezha had flames burning in his palm and was boiling medicine for Tang An.

"What are you doing?"

Tang An lay back on the bed, feeling like vomiting at the smell of the Chinese medicine.

Yang Jian stepped forward to take Tang An's pulse, "Sanmei had this situation before."

"I still remember the prescription, so I went to get some medicine for Master just now."

"Follow the course of treatment to regulate your body, and it won't be this painful when your period comes in the future."

Tang An curled up on the bed like a kitten and nodded, her face pale and her lips devoid of color.

The heartache in Nezha's eyes was undisguised, "Second Brother, what can be done so it doesn't hurt?"

"Can Ginseng Fruit Leaf work? I still have some."

Sun Wukong had already understood what was going on with Tang An and hurriedly smiled as he held Nezha back.

"Brother Nezha, Master's illness must be treated with the right medicine. Although Ginseng Fruit Leaf is precious, it does not cure this ailment."

"Just focus on brewing the medicine so Master can drink it and find some relief."

Nezha thought that made sense and anxiously wanted to increase the heat.

"Do not use high heat." Yang Jian hurriedly spoke up to stop him; otherwise, the medicine pot would be blown up by his Samadhi True Fire, wasting both time and the medicinal herbs.

Nezha had no choice but to give up; suppressing his impatience, he patiently brewed the medicine.

"Master." Yang Jian reached out to channel Immortal Power into Tang An's lower abdomen, warming her cold body and alleviating her symptoms.

"Are you feeling any better?"

Tang An nodded; it had eased quite a bit, and it didn't hurt as much anymore.

"It seems we can only slack off today; let's get back on the road tomorrow."

She only wanted to lie down and sleep, not wanting to do anything or move at all.

"Wait." Tang An suddenly opened her eyes, "That is to say, our trial of saving the Golden-Nosed White-Haired Rat is complete, and the trial of Tang Sanzang falling ill in the original story has also been completed in a different way through me."

"In other words... people will still die in the temple?"

She looked at Sun Wukong, "When you observed that Golden-Nosed White-Haired Rat yesterday, did you notice anything unusual?"

Sun Wukong did not want Tang An to worry about those things while she was feeling unwell, so he walked over and laid out the whole story of yesterday from beginning to end.

"Master, rest assured; that Golden-Nosed White-Haired Rat did not harm anyone, nor did she kill anyone."

"Perhaps this tribulation..."

Before Sun Wukong could finish his sentence, he heard a commotion.

It seemed a disturbance had broken out outside, with people shouting things like, "Murder! Murder!"

Tang An propped herself up on her arms, "Did they die after all?"

"Master, do not be anxious." Sun Wukong pressed Tang An back down to rest, "I, Old Sun, will go see what has happened first; Master, please rest here."

As he spoke, Sun Wukong went out, and as he left, he closed the door behind him, leaving a quiet space for Tang An to recuperate.

When Sun Wukong arrived at the chaotic area of the temple, he discovered that the place where the monks were gathered was exactly the doorway to the meditation room where the Golden-Nosed White-Haired Rat had rested last night.

On the ground lay the corpses of several monks.

Among them, one surviving monk was crying with snot and tears, accusing Banjie Guanyin of her crimes, claiming that all these monks had been killed by her.

But last night, Sun Wukong had clearly watched the Golden-Nosed White-Haired Rat throw the people out the window; she had not killed anyone.

Could it be that there was some kind of trickery capable of obstructing his Fiery Eyes and Golden Gaze?

Sun Wukong walked forward to examine these corpses.

The mouths and noses of the corpses were all blue-purple, and their fingernails were also purplish-black; at a glance, it was clear they had died of poisoning.

Was it the Golden-Nosed White-Haired Rat who had secretly poisoned them?

But as a demon, if she wanted to eat people, she would just eat them; why would she use poison?

Since it wasn't her who poisoned them, why did the monk insist so stubbornly that she was the one who killed them?