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

Chapter 290: No money, but a banner?

There was a constant rumbling sound in the sky, and all the residents of Fengxian County ran out of their houses.

They haven't heard any thunder for three years!

At this time, everyone will move the pots, pans, and all the containers that can hold water from their homes and place them in front of the door.

They knelt down and kowtowed, praying to God to send down rain to save them from the disaster.

The noodle stall owner and his family, who were busy emptying their luggage and preparing to flee to another place to resettle, stopped.

He looked up at the sky. Is it going to rain?

The boss's wife walked tremblingly to his side. In front of her were his son, daughter-in-law, and grandson, a cart full of valuables, and the ancestral house where their generations had lived.

Her tone was very light, but it seemed to touch my heart. "Old man, it's going to rain. Should we go?"

When people die, they want to return to their roots. They are old, and if they pass away this time, they will probably be buried in a foreign country after a hundred years.

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A drop of water suddenly fell on the boss's face.

He raised his calloused hand and touched the coldness in disbelief.

"No, we're not leaving."

"Great, no need to go." The grandson immediately jumped back to the inner room.

The son and daughter-in-law hurried to move the things back home before the rain came.

The child is happy because he does not have to leave the familiar place and has playmates here.

As for adults,

"Master, you are truly a god."

The county magistrate and his attendants knelt down, tears in their eyes, their excitement beyond words.

The county magistrate choked up, "Master, thanks to you, the people of Fengxian County can be saved."

"Oh, they are all small things."

Tang Shan took out the water bottle and placed it in the rain. The raindrops fell into the soil and penetrated deep into the ground.

She clapped her hands and said, "Okay, the small things are done, now it's time to talk about serious things."

"County Governor, I have lived up to your expectations and brought you rain. Look at this..."

Is it time to get the reward for praying for rain?

The county magistrate laughed and slapped his head, "Look at me, I forgot such an important thing."

He searched the house for a long time and finally found a crumpled oil-paper umbrella.

"Master, please wait a moment. I'll be back soon."

Tang Shan was very satisfied. It must be that there was too much silver, so she had to go to the money shop to get it.

"Would you like me to send my disciple to help you get it?"

The county magistrate turned around in the rain and waved his hand, saying, "No, no, it's not heavy."

Tang Shan thought, could it be that he wanted to give a banknote?

Wukong landed in the rain, "Big Brother, why are you back so soon?"

Sha Seng quickly opened an umbrella and stepped forward to shield him from the rain.

Wukong gently patted the raindrops on his clothes and said, "Now that the matter is settled, I will feel at ease if I come back early to see Master."

Sha Seng was stunned. Wasn't this rain caused by the master?

"Kongkong, come here quickly!" Tang Shan waved, holding a teacup in one hand, with wisps of white steam rising from it.

"You got caught in the rain, have some ginger tea."

She handed it to Wukong's mouth, and the temperature of the water was just right for his intake.

"It's okay, this little rain won't be a problem."

Wukong was also thirsty at this time, so he drank the water in one gulp.

A slightly spicy taste filled his entire mouth, and before he could react, Tang Shan stuffed a candy into his mouth.

The tongue instantly becomes sweet.

Bajie ran over happily, his mouth wide open, "Master, I want one too."

So, Tang Shan got a dog named Zhu.

"Come on, a little to the left, I caught it."

She stood on a stool and threw the balls, and Bajie opened his mouth to catch them. The master and disciple had a lot of fun.

The heavy rain was filled with laughter and playfulness.

Wukong licked the candy in his mouth and leaned against the door frame. "Old Sand, Master seems very happy."

The master seemed to be so carefree all the time. I had never seen him get angry or upset for any reason.

At first I thought he was a crazy monk, but after all these years of getting along with him, playing and fighting every day, and never using his status as a master to suppress him, I actually developed some real feelings for him.

Sha Seng followed Wukong's gaze and his eyes also fell on Tang Shan.

"Yes, Master is always smiling."

When will he be able to learn even a little bit from his master?

After thinking for a moment, Sha Seng added, "Maybe the county magistrate will come to deliver the reward for praying for rain later, so he is even happier."

On the streets, children rushed into the rain and played freely, while adults let the rain pour down on their bodies and enjoyed the bath of sweet rain.

The county magistrate's eyes were wet. As a local official, he felt very relieved at this moment.

He subconsciously hugged the cloth bag tightly in his arms and quickened his pace back home.

"Grandmaster--"

As soon as the person turned the corner of the corridor, the county magistrate couldn't wait to shout loudly.

"Eh!"

Tang Shan immediately jumped off the stool and rushed to the door.

She rarely moves so quickly unless she is paid.

The disciples gathered around him. Bajie asked, "How much do you think Master can take this time?"

Wukong stroked the soft hair on his chin, "Didn't the old man at the noodle stall say he had a thousand taels?"

Sha Seng nodded, indicating that he thought so too.

In the center of the main hall, Tang Shan rubbed her hands excitedly, her eyes fixed on the rain shield in the county governor's hand, her eyes shining.

Come over here, come over here, come over here——

The county magistrate lifted the rain cover, and a piece of red velvet cloth suddenly appeared.

Tang Shan: Hmm? Is the banknote this color?

No, there must be another layer.

Immediately afterwards, the county magistrate raised his hand, and a red banner fluttered in the wind in front of several people.

In the center of the banner are two large characters embroidered in gold thread: Rain God.

Tang Shan...

Damn rain god, it would be better to write about the god of wealth.

There was thunder rumbling outside, and you could hear a pin drop in the air inside the house.

The disciples straightened their backs and retreated slightly to the periphery.

They always felt that the master's mood was a little low at the moment, so the best thing to do was to leave.

"Master? Master?"

The county magistrate held a banner in one hand and waved it in front of Tang Shan with the other.

Could it be that the master was too excited and didn't react?

Two options flashed through Tang Shan's mind at this moment.

One is to close your eyes, force a smile, and pretend to be an immortal who does not care about gold in the world to accept the banner.

Second, she came clean and stopped pretending: she was here just for the money.

"Um... Master..."

Sha Seng took a step forward, wanting to remind his master that the county magistrate was waiting for his reply.

"Lao Sha, you are trying to kill yourself." Bajie pulled him back.

If you get close to the master at this time, you won’t be afraid of his indiscriminate attacks.

Forget it, considering that the county magistrate is a good official who is dedicated to serving the people, the people here are also suffering.

Out of humanitarianism, Tang Shan chose the first option.

They were so far away, but they met such a soft-hearted god like her.