"Hmph, these little Taoist priests around here really don't take me, Old Sun, seriously. Back when I was causing havoc in Heaven, they didn't even know how many times they'd been reincarnated. And now they've got the nerve to shit on my head."
The more Sun Wukong thought about it, the angrier he got. He sat in a wooden chair, grumbling.
"Hey, Monkey, don't get so worked up. There are all kinds of birds in a big forest. Is it really worth getting angry at him?" Ye Chen stepped forward and tried to comfort him.
"If you ask me, those little Taoist priests have never had a proper beating. Next time he shows up, I'll teach him a lesson." Zhu Bajie was angry too. They'd faced plenty of scorn along the way, but they'd never before been humiliated like this by some junior Taoist.
As the two fumed, the door slowly opened.
Everyone looked up. It was the tall, thin man who'd opened the door for them earlier that day.
He opened the door with an arrogant, overbearing air.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What's Xiao Yun thinking? Didn't I tell him to take you to the side rooms? The Purple Bamboo Pavilion isn't somewhere you can just decide to stay!"
At those words, Ye Chen saw Sun Wukong slowly clench his fist. He really didn't want to make trouble, but this little Taoist was being far too insolent.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Even mild-mannered Ye Chen was getting upset. He looked up at the Taoist before him and spoke coldly.
"Uh, it's not that you can't stay here, but..." As he spoke, the Taoist rubbed his right hand together in front of Ye Chen.
*Hey, you little brat, have you got money on the brain? Do you even