We cried bitterly in the back mountain, every word and sentence was filled with the blood and tears of laborers.

When it was time to bury up to our necks, Monkey suddenly got angry and threw down the shovel in his hand.

Pigsy and Sandy tried to persuade him, saying that if they didn't complete what the master arranged, the master would chant the Tightening Curse again.

Monkey said he wouldn't bury them, he was originally an unregistered monster, he could just go back to Flower Fruit Mountain.

Pigsy and Sandy looked distressed, they were also genuine laborers.

They thought that this time they were transferred from the Heavenly Court to the Ling Mountain, they should be promoted.

Now if Monkey refused to do it, they would also have to leave empty-handed.

At this time, the enchanting Demon King Lingguang suddenly appeared:

"You really can't bury us."

"Guanyin Bodhisattva said that Tripitaka's journey to the West should have eighty-one trials, and we are the monsters arranged on the Eastern Mountain."

"Three monsters are three trials, what does it mean to bury all of us together?"

Monkey also slapped his head:

"Master can't see through monsters with his mortal eyes. When the time comes, he will say that the monsters are powerful and escaped."

Pigsy and Sandy thought this made sense, but they couldn't see how the three of us could defeat Monkey.

Monkey said it didn't matter, he said monsters had magic weapons, could change at will, and my fiery eyes couldn't see through.

Since it had come to this, Pigsy also plucked up his courage and proposed an incredible plan.

Monkey and his group would pretend to be demons from the Eastern Mountain, and the three of us would be transformed by Monkey's fur to look like them.

Then, when it was time, Monkey would return to Flower Fruit Mountain as the Great Sage, Pigsy would go to Gao Lao Zhuang, and Sandy would return to Flowing Sands River.

When we were close to the Western Heaven, Monkey would direct a play with real and fake monkeys, and then we would be switched back.

Along this road, we were all monsters arranged by the Buddha, just going through the motions, and all that was left was to enjoy the good food and drinks.

The six of us agreed, work-wise, slacking off was the way to go!

So, in the blink of an eye, the demons' den in the Eastern Mountain was changed to a demon cave.

The strange rocks inside, the chilling wind in the hall, they three disguised as demons looked even more authentic than us.

The three of us happily ran to Tang Monk's side.

Tang Monk asked us how things were going, I said there was a big demon on the mountain, who had captured several little demons.

Tang Monk frowned:

"Really, there are demons that don't give face to their older brother?"

"Let's go, let's meet him! Wukong, you take the lead."

Although these words were said, Tang Monk stayed at the back of the group, afraid of any mishaps.

The three of us finally had a bit of glory, walking vigorously all the way, even Bai Longma was trotting along.

But halfway through, when a gust of wind blew, Tang Monk stopped in his tracks, saying he had twisted his foot and refused to go forward.

Bombardier Ma became anxious, scratching his pig's head, not knowing what to do.

If we delayed here, the plan would be ruined, and when Tang Monk found the flaw, we would all be buried alive.

Fortunately, Monkey was clever, and immediately turned into a lively young girl, carrying a basket of food and wine and walked up:

"Elder, why are you lingering here? Are you hungry?"

"I have some good food and wine here, do you want to eat some?"

Tang Monk, who had been standing still, suddenly got up and walked over, hands pressed together:

"Lady, thank you."

"I'm not hungry, but meeting is fate, let this humble monk read your palm."

He looked just like when he was in the country of Jile, the nine-headed snake pulling a female secretary.

But after all, the high monk was a high monk, he left no trace, and did not drool like the nine-headed snake...