The Thief Crying Thief, Good Person Manor

"Hmph! You keep saying we're evil bandits impersonating monks. Do you have any evidence?" Sun Wukong snapped.

"Exactly. There must be evidence in court. As government officers, you can't arrest people without cause." The County Magistrate looked at the officers.

"Without evidence, how would we dare arrest them? The evidence is in their luggage." The officer pointed outside.

"Guards! Bring in the luggage."

Before long, Xuanzang's group's luggage was carried into the courtroom.

After a search, several bags of gold and silver were indeed found.

"Hmph! The evidence is now conclusive. What else do you have to say?"

"This... Wukong." Xuanzang turned to look at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and fell into thought again.

The County Magistrate would not allow them to argue. Seeing that they refused to sign a confession and plead guilty, he ordered their punishment.

"Guards! Fifty strokes each."

"Wukong, what should we do?" Xuanzang frowned in panic as he was quickly pressed onto the punishment bench.

Sun Wukong came back to himself, raised a hand slightly, and cast a spell to protect Xuanzang.

The fifty strokes landed on him without causing the slightest pain.

Next came Zhu Bajie, Sand Monk, and Sun Wukong, each receiving fifty strokes.

None of them were ordinary mortals. A mere fifty strokes could not harm them in the least.

"Will you confess?" the County Magistrate asked again.

How could Xuanzang confess? The group was given another hundred strokes, but under the spell's protection, Xuanzang showed no reaction at all.

After quite some time, they were escorted back to the Great Prison to be tried again the next day.

When night fell, Sun Wukong's soul left his body and flew out of the Great Prison to secretly observe the officers.

At that moment, the officers were gleefully dividing the