"Holy Monk, this..."

The two old men suddenly panicked.

This monster was raised by Bodhisattva. Although the holy monk is strong, he only goes to obtain Buddhist scriptures. Since he is going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, how can he dare to offend Guanyin Bodhisattva?

I just pity my own Chenjiacun, the innocent people in this village!

"Two old donors, please be patient. Since Guanyin Bodhisattva has not taken care of her own spiritual beasts, the poor monk has taken care of them for her!"

Tang Sanzang said in a cold tone.

A real man should do something and not do anything!

Before the identity of a Buddhist, he has another fundamental identity, that is, a human being!

A rabbit dies and a fox grieves when something harms its own kind. Even animals cannot bear to watch their own kind being killed, let alone humans.

It’s okay if he doesn’t accept this disciple!

Early the next morning.

The whole village gathered at the entrance of the village, numbering six to seven hundred people.

"Have you heard? A holy monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty caught a monster!"

"The King of Inspiration under the seat of Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

"You know that too?"

"No, I've already smashed the Guanyin statue at home! My poor daughter who suffered so much three years ago is only seven years old! I pray for her every day by chanting sutras and praying for the blessings of Guanyin Bodhisattva so that she can have a good pregnancy..."

"The village chief said that from now on, our village will not believe in any gods or Buddhas, and will burn all their statues and tablets! From now on, we will only worship the holy monks and the eighteen heroes who subdued demons!"

"Isn't it sixteen?"

"The village chief said that there are two disciples of the holy monk who have not followed."

…

At the entrance of the village, there were a lot of discussions, some were happy that they would not have to worship monsters in the future, some were in tears because they had avenged a great revenge, some were resentful towards Guanyin Bodhisattva, gods and Buddhas, or were grateful to the team for collecting scriptures...all kinds of emotions.

These people are either crying, laughing, or shouting loudly... all living beings have different behaviors, but that's all.

"The holy monk is here!"

The village chief shouted, and the scene suddenly became quiet. Every villager looked at Tang Sanzang, who was wearing cassock, with respect.

"Folks, the Sa family came here and found a monster that dared to eat boys and girls. As the saying goes, a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, today I will return the favor and eat his mother's body!"

Tang Sanzang rolled up his sleeves and said loudly.

"Holy monk has mercy!"

The villagers shouted.

Although the holy monk is a bit different from what they imagined, they like this kind of holy monk better.

"Is there a cauldron?"

"Go and carry the pot quickly."

The village chief ordered, and soon a few young men brought several iron pots of one foot in size.

"It's too small, the pot is too small."

Tang Sanzang shook his head.

"Holy Monk, this is already the biggest pot in our village. It can easily cook 1,800 kilograms of food at a time."

The old man in black said.

"not enough."

Tang Sanzang still shook his head.

"Ah this..."

The old man in black, the old man in white and the village chief looked at each other, but they couldn't think of any other way.

"Is there still fine iron in the village?"

Ling Xuzi stepped forward and asked.

"Hero, I have iron at home, and I originally planned to make farm tools for this year's village."

A muscular old man walked out of the crowd.

This is a blacksmith who makes iron.

"Brother, please bring all the iron."

"Okay."

The black bear spirit nodded.

"Good man, these irons were left behind by our ancestors. We Zhuangzi have used them for hundreds of years and haven't used them up. Now we still have tens of thousands of jins. I'm going to find some young people to pull the ox cart."

The old blacksmith said.

His son and daughter-in-law died early, leaving a grandson to depend on him. Five years ago, he was also eaten by the King of Inspiration. If he wasn't worried that it would implicate Chenjiacun, he would have died long ago.

Now that the learning team has caught the monster, even if it kills the old blacksmith, he won't even frown, let alone a little bit of fine iron?

"Old donor, there is no need to trouble."

"roar!"

The black bear spirit transformed into a size of ten feet, revealed its true form, scooped up tens of thousands of kilograms of iron, and left.

Seeing this, the old blacksmith's expression changed, and then returned to normal.

If you are not afraid of death, what about monsters?

The old man only knows that he is kind to the whole village!

"The monster is coming!"

When the villagers saw the black bear spirit, they were all frightened and turned pale. If they hadn't seen the holy monk there, they would have run away long ago.

"Damn it, there are good and bad monsters, this is how a bear becomes a hero!"

The old blacksmith followed the black bear spirit and shouted sharply.

Hearing this, the villagers relaxed a little, but still did not dare to get too close to the black bear spirit.

"Bang!"

Tens of thousands of kilograms of iron were placed on the ground, and the black bear spirit turned into a human form again.

"Hero, you are tired, drink some tea!"

The old man in white held a cup of tea and handed it to the black bear spirit, not afraid of him at all.

"Hey, thank you old donor."

The black bear spirit was stunned for a moment, then took the tea cup with a silly smile on his face.

"The heroes have cast down evil monsters for us, so what if they are monsters!"

"Yes, all good men are good monsters!"

"I don't care. My daughter's revenge has been avenged by the heroes. Even if they want to eat me, they are willing to do so!"

…

"Refining!"

As an unreliable alchemist, Ling Xuzi could occasionally play a role as a weapon refiner. What's more, he didn't refine any magic weapon this time, just a usable cauldron.

The flames burned, and the fine iron turned into molten iron, turning into a ten-foot-sized iron pot in the blink of an eye. This method shocked the folks in Chenjiacun.

"The pot is ready, and the ingredients should be returned to their places."

As soon as Tang Sanzang finished speaking, the gold and silver boy came carrying the King of Inspiration.

"Damn you monster, I can't wait to eat your flesh alive!"

The old blacksmith's eyes were red and his beard and hair were flaring.

"Give back my son's life!"

A woman cried loudly.

…

"Holy Monk, what are you going to do? Don't mess around!"

The King of Inspiration looked at the excited villagers and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"One drink and one peck has its own destiny. If you eat people, it is reasonable for people to eat you."

Tang Sanzang said calmly.

"What? I am a carp in the lotus pond of Guanyin Bodhisattva, how dare you?!"
To be continued...