The hair on the White Dragon Horse bristled instantly as he exclaimed, "Horse meat tastes bad, sour... Master, I''ve been having a cold recently, diarrhea, really messy!"

    Tang Sanzang said, "Wukong, could this horse be sold for some money?"

    Sun Wukong was utterly speechless. Here is the third prince delivering you to retrieve scriptures in the West, and you''re already planning to sell him for cash after just a couple of days.

    Sun Wukong, ever the loyal one, cleared his throat and said, "Master, this horse can indeed be sold for some money, the problem is, if you sell him, what will you ride later?"

    Tang Sanzang glanced sideways at Sun Wukong and said, "Can''t you transform into seventy-two different things?"

    Sun Wukong: "@#@#￥#..."

    Just then, a bright idea struck Tang Sanzang, and he jumped off the white horse and headed straight to a nearby house.

    The White Dragon Horse said with a sobbing tone, "Big brother, master really wants to sell me... We agreed to go to the West and achieve full merit for future honors, but it seems I''m settling down early... Be careful on the road later."

    Sun Wukong said, "What do I have to be careful about? Surely I''m not afraid of the demons on the road?"

    The White Dragon Horse earnestly advised, "I mean be careful of master."

    Sun Wukong found himself at a loss for words...

    Just then, they saw Tang Sanzang emerge with a huge brass gong in his hands and a whip around his waist, then he chuckled to Sun Wukong, "Wukong, the master has found a way to make money."

    Sun Wukong had a bad premonition, "Master, how do you plan to make money?"

    Tang Sanzang grinned, "Monkey performances!"

    Sun Wukong: "@￥#%...&"

    ...

    "Dang, dang, dang!"

    Tang Sanzang walked along, striking the big brass gong and shouting, "My fellow villagers, don''t miss out, the monkey from Great Tang can do math, jump high, and somersault! Those with money, support with money, those without money, support with crowds!"

    Upon hearing this, people got curious and crowded around for the fun.

    Tang Sanzang was delighted and pushed Sun Wukong who was beside him, "Disciple, it''s all on you to strike it rich today!"

    Sun Wukong glanced sideways at Tang Sanzang, then at the surrounding villagers. He wondered whether to fight this baldy or the villagers...

    Zhu Ganglie internally wailed, "It''s really him, Bimawen! How can I fight this, and how can I ever show my face in Gao Laozhuang if I lose..."

    Zhu Ganglie''s eyes darted around, finally settling on a bald man holding a whip, who looked simple-minded and seemed easy to talk to.

    He quickly shouted, "Hold on, you monkey, why do you say I''m causing trouble?

    I... I''m just a bit picky, how does that translate to causing trouble?

    Master, please judge this.

    Which of my words is causing trouble?

    My intention is clear, if you perform well, I''ll reward you.

    If you perform badly, then I will naturally say it''s no good...

    That''s not unreasonable, right?!"

    He figured the monk with the simple look would be a straightforward person and would stand on the side of reason in front of all these people, for the sake of his own face.

    However, the seemingly straightforward bald man tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and with a dark expression said, "Disciple, what he means is, our performance might not be good.

    Do you think our performance could be bad?"

    Sun Wukong, with his fists pressed against his chest, leaned towards Zhu Ganglie with a cold sneer brimming with a threat, and asked, "I think, not possible. Pig head, what do you say? Possible?"

    Zhu Ganglie, though three and a half meters tall, was at that moment, made to step back repeatedly by a one-meter-three tall monkey, not daring to breathe a word...

    Subsequently, another bald head came up, his face grim and threatening, and asked, "Do you say, possible?"

    Zhu Ganglie stumbled back.

    Sun Wukong pressed on, "Possible? Pig head, speak up! Why aren''t you speaking?"

    "Exactly, you speak up!" The bald man moved closer, almost having the words ''slaughter the pig'' written all over his face, extremely terrifying.

    Zhu Ganglie, with a crying tone, said, "No no no... not possible. How could it not be good... I... I''ll reward you right now!"

    Tang Sanzang said, "We haven''t even performed yet, what are you paying for? You make it seem like we are robbing you. We are genuine monkey performers here."

    Sun Wukong was nodding initially, but upon hearing the latter comment, his face darkened.