"I'm fine, Wukong. I'm fine!"
Guanyin stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"Impressive skills, Great Sage Shang Yang. I have learned my lesson!"
"Hey, you rotten woman, why don't you pay to ward off disaster? One hundred million, just one hundred million, and we'll let you through White Tiger Mountain. How about it? Bai Jingjing's medical expenses, emotional distress damages, nursing fees, psychological recuperation and consolation money, plus lost wages, and then the death compensation for those two little demons the monkey killed on Black Wind Mountain. Just one hundred million. Think it over, you rotten woman!"
The amount this time certainly couldn't compare with what Zhen Yuanzi had received. After all, Sun Wukong had knocked down his fruit tree. There was no comparison!
But after Lin Tian rattled all that off, Guanyin was dumbfounded, the monkey was dumbfounded, and even Shang Yang was dumbfounded.
How had all these fees popped up, one after another? Bai Jingjing was only a little demon. One hundred million Spirit Stones could bury her to death.
After the three of them spent a long while in shock, Guanyin said, her fury surging to the heavens, "Explain yourself! What exactly are all these fees?"
Lin Tian immediately counted on his fingers. "Bai Jingjing was gravely injured. She needed treatment, didn't she? Look at her. She was nearly beaten to death just now, and now she's bouncing around full of life. You should know how good that sacred healing medicine was. In Spirit Vine City, it would fetch at least ten million Spirit Stones."
"Then there's compensation for emotional distress. Bai Jingjing brought the monk food out of the kindness of her heart. Since I'm staying here and have an old connection with Tang Monk, I asked her to deliver