I wanted to say something, but the voice of the monkey came from outside the door.

"Hey, Pig Demon, come out quickly! I, Sun Wukong, will give you a whack!"

"Oh, Wukong, don't be so rude. We're monks, not bandits!"

"Shut your beak, you bald donkey!"

I calculated the time. They shouldn't have arrived at Gaolaozhuang for another month. How could they be here so early?

I took out my nine-toothed rake, preparing to have a fight with the monkey, just for show.

Unexpectedly, the moment the monkey saw me, he froze, motionless like a statue.

"What are you staring at?" I raised the rake. "Don't you want to fight? Come on."

"Oh, there's a fight to watch? Great, I love watching people fight." Master sat down on the stool and made himself a pot of tea.

The monkey forced out a stiff smile, threw his golden cudgel aside, and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no."

I was extremely puzzled.

Master sighed slightly disappointed, took out a book called "Journey to the West" from his pocket, and said,

"So, you're Zhu Bajie, right? The name I gave you before sounds really nice. Hey, I'm really something, always so cultured. Look, should we directly become master and disciple, or should you go and bring Miss Gao back to the village, and then we go to rescue her, following the procedure? Actually, I think it's not necessary. After all, it's all for show to the higher-ups... Speaking of which, this book is really useful. It saved me from so many detours. Hey, for example, Chang'an..."

In this life, Master's mouth is still as chatty as ever.