The way he carried himself made it clear that he was one of the senior disciples of this temple.
Tang Sanzang politely nodded at the tall Taoist.
"From the Eastern Tang Lands? Where are you headed?" the Taoist asked, the corners of his mouth lifting.
"We're going to the Western Heaven to seek the scriptures."
Tang Sanzang clasped his hands again and answered politely.
"Oh, I see. Well, my master isn't home right now, and I'm the most senior person in the temple. You say you're monks from the Western Heaven, but I wonder if you brought enough travel expenses for the journey."
The thin, tall Taoist let his gaze drift into the distance and lightly rubbed the index finger and thumb of his left hand together. Even the little Taoist boy beside him understood what his senior brother meant.
"Er, this... Benefactor, we are indeed going to the Western Heaven to seek the scriptures, and we haven't brought any silver with us. We are traveling solely to seek the Buddha's teachings, so please make an exception for us."
Upon hearing that Tang Sanzang and the others had not brought a single cent,
the dangerous-looking Taoist's expression instantly turned cold.
"Then I'm truly sorry. My master established a rule that no one is allowed to enter the temple. So there's nothing I can do. Please find somewhere else to stay."
Before Tang Sanzang could say anything, hot-tempered Sun Wukong had already charged forward. He grabbed the thin, tall Taoist by the collar and snarled.
"You penniless Taoist, are you so obsessed with money that you've fallen into a cash pit? We've been sleeping rough and eating poorly all the way here. If we had money, would we have come begging you for help? Do you think that with your master