"Who is coming?" Sun Wukong asked in a shrill voice.
Su Qingyu stood on the boat and bowed to Tang Monk and his four disciples. Facing their distorted appearances, she remained calm and said, "I am the Prime Minister of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom. I have received an order from your Majesty to come here to welcome the four eminent monks. Please follow me into the palace."
Sun Wukong said to Tang Seng: "Master, it is the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Women who came to greet us."
Tang Seng nodded and gestured to follow.
Afterwards, the palace servants rowed the boat and brought Tang Seng and his three companions to the shore.
Before the boat reached the shore, Sun Wukong jumped directly to the shore with his agility.
When he got off the boat, he took out the golden cudgel from the boat.
Su Qingyu saw that Sun Wukong was carrying the golden cudgel on his shoulder, on which was a bloody head with three eyes. It was clearly the dead Erlang Shen.
As soon as Su Qingyu got off the boat, Sun Wukong came over.
He had a strong smell of blood on him.
"Holy monk, what are you doing?" Su Qingyu has not found the rules yet, and she is more cautious than ever.
The height of Sun Wukong was only up to Su Qingyu's waist.
He wrinkled his nose and sniffed Su Qingyu's body.
"I, Old Sun, feel that there is an evil spirit in this city." He looked Su Qingyu up and down with his yellow bean eyes, and then laughed sharply, "Don't be nervous, Prime Minister. I, Old Sun, don't doubt you."
Zhu Bajie was sitting at the stern. He was fat and huge, more than two meters tall, with tumors all over his body. The fat on his belly was piled up layer by layer like a mountain of meat, pressing the entire ship backwards.
"Delicious, really delicious." He patted his belly and got off the boat happily with a smile on his face. "There are so many monsters. I, the old pig, can finally have a good meal."
As Zhu Bajie got off the boat, the entire boat floated up a lot.
Monk Sha's hair and beard are like red burning flames, his eyes are round, and around his neck hang eight flesh heads of Tang Monk, which can blink and speak.
He stared at Su Qingyu fiercely and remained silent.
Among these four people, only Tang Seng looks the most like a human.
Tang Monk sat in the middle of the boat, wearing a red cassock, with kind eyes, broad earlobes, and a round and smooth figure.
Zhu Bajie held the edge of the boat with his hands and let Tang Seng step on his fat arms to get off the boat.
As soon as Tang Seng and his disciples landed, the people in the city flocked to them and surrounded them enthusiastically.
The women here had rarely seen men, so they stretched their heads out of curiosity and kept saying, "Look, let us have a look."
And Zhu Bajie didn't cover his face at all. When someone came forward to check on him, he would stretch out his fat hands, grab the women who were watching, and then stuff them into his huge pig mouth to chew them.
“Delicious, very delicious.”
The people in the city had a polluted cognition. Even though Zhu Bajie was eating people, they still went forward to watch without fear of death, and crowded together for fear of being left behind.
Su Qingyu said sternly, "How dare you! Don't disturb the four monks! Leave immediately!"
The palace servants received Su Qingyu's order to clear out the onlookers.
There was still blood and flesh hanging from Zhu Bajie's snout, and his sharp fangs almost reached his eyes. He said cheerfully, "It doesn't matter. This is what we call sharing happiness with the people."