"A magic treasure?"
"A spirit medicine?"
"Three to five of each?"
The Yellow-Brow Monster stopped short and immediately protested, "That's robbery!"
Wang Yue gave the Demon-Slaying Sword a casual flourish. "How can you say that? Isn't this compensation you owe me? You're the one who tried to rob us!"
At the sight of the Demon-Slaying Sword, the Yellow-Brow Monster remembered that flash of white light. Frightened, he ducked behind Maitreya Buddha.
Maitreya Buddha kept smiling. He noticed that Wang Yue held Nezha's sword and said, "The Western Heaven is rather poor. We don't have that many spirit medicines or magic treasures, unlike you, who can give away even the Demon-Slaying Sword!
"Please, don't jest."
"I'm not joking!"
Seeing that Maitreya Buddha meant to wriggle out of it, Wang Yue decided to press harder. "If even you, the Future Buddha, say the Western Heaven is poor, why send a holy monk from the Tang Dynasty all the way from the prosperous East to fetch scriptures there?
"Shouldn't you be sending people east to fetch scriptures instead?
"Prosperity usually goes hand in hand with advancement, while poor places tend to lag behind!
"Sending a Tang monk to the Western Heaven for scriptures makes no sense!
"I thought you might at least have some treasures, but from what you've said, you have nothing!
"If you're that poor, why don't we call off this whole scripture pilgrimage?"
Zhu Bajie and the Sand Monk fell silent. When they saw Tang Monk about to speak, one hurried to help him sit down while the other held water to his lips.
Unable to speak, Tang Monk understood what his two disciples meant. He could only look at Maitreya Buddha apologetically.
Maitreya Buddha's smile remained, but his voice turned cold.
"Do you speak for the Heavenly Court?"
Wang