The Westward Project Team

Chang'an, private room in the rear courtyard of Restaurant.

Tang Sanzang gulped down a mouthful of cold tea to steady his nerves, wiped away his cold sweat, and looked at Qin Feng sitting across from him, calm as an old god.

"Boss Qin, you saw that maniac just now. If the fellow countrymen hadn't been so righteous, my pilgrimage project would've gone bankrupt and liquidated on the spot!"

Qin Feng slowly refilled the empty cup with tea. "Meaning?"

Tang Sanzang leaned in a little closer and said awkwardly:

"If it's just relying on us master and disciples, I'm afraid we're not getting those scriptures. Some random stray cat or dog jumps out on the road and nearly wipes the whole party—who could stand that?"

"What do you mean?"

"I want to hire some more people." Tang Sanzang rubbed his hands together. "Look, the fellow countrymen are all pretty skilled, and they've got a sense of loyalty. I want to form a group. There's strength in numbers, right?"

"We'll all go to the Western Heaven together, and when the time comes, the merit from obtaining the scriptures will be distributed according to work done. How about it?"

Qin Feng raised his eyes to look at him. "You want the fellow countrymen from the association to be your bodyguards and accompany you to the Western Heaven?"

"Not for free—we'll split the merit!" Tang Sanzang thumped his chest in guarantee.

"I looked into it. The merit from the westward journey is an ocean. I can't take it all by myself anyway. When the time comes, everyone gets a share, and we all get rich together!"

Qin Feng's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop. He said nothing.

Tang Sanzang hurriedly sweetened the pot. "Once we get to Spirit Mountain, I'll just grab some official