You sure were putting on airs.
"Hmph! Really, really infuriating!"
The more the girl thought about it, the angrier she got. She stamped her feet furiously until a voice behind her called out, "That's enough, Xiao Jiu. The master is a Buddhist monk. How could he fool around with a careless girl like you?"
An old woman came slowly walking over from behind the garden, leaning on a blackwood cane. She was clearly from a wealthy household; that cane in her hand was probably worth enough to keep those villagers fed for half their lives.
"Amitabha. I am a monk on a journey to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures. I have passed through your esteemed home and would like to trouble you for a place to stay for one night. Please, benefactor, grant us this convenience."
Seeing the person in charge arrive, Tang Sanzang gave a Buddhist salute and spoke softly.
"Of course, of course. Master, don't let my daughter frighten you. She's always so loud and boisterous. Come with me."
The old woman nodded and prepared to lead Tang Sanzang into the main hall.
"Please wait a moment, benefactor."
"Hmm? Does the master have another question?"
"Well, I have a few disciples, and they..."
Tang Sanzang had barely begun speaking when he heard a commotion outside. Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie were charging in at the front, while the steward behind them couldn't stop them no matter how hard he tried.
"Old madam, these monsters insisted on barging in. No matter how I tried to stop them, they wouldn't listen," the steward said with a miserable expression.
Seeing this, Tang Sanzang immediately put on a stern face. "Wukong, Bajie, don't be rude!"
"Uh, Master, we couldn't help it. That young lady pulled you inside, and we were still