"Exactly, Brother Yellow Wind, you're too wicked. Who gives expensive presents to some little lackey?"
"As the saying goes, even a prime minister's doorman ranks as a seventh-grade official, but you never see anyone actually giving those seventh-grade officials lavish gifts."
The monsters in the group couldn't help laughing again, knowing that the Yellow Wind Monster was deliberately toying with Zhu Bajie.
"I-is that still not enough, little Master?"
Seeing that the little novice monk didn't even blink, Zhu Bajie sensed trouble. Am I being played?
"Is that all you've got? A few paltry pills?"
The little novice monk spoke bluntly. "Do you know that when that Barefoot Immortal came last time, he taught me a divine ability-Treading the Nine Heavens!"
The little novice monk stuck out his foot. His calf instantly grew immensely muscular, and his enormous foot kicked out, stamping a huge footprint into the clouds above.
"That's all? Are you trying to fob off a beggar?" The little novice monk withdrew his foot, his face full of contempt.
"The Buddhist Sect's gates open south; without money, don't come in. I thought you might have something to offer, but who knew you were just another common lout?"
"Boring."
With that, the little novice monk turned away disdainfully, seemingly about to leave again.
Meanwhile, Zhu Bajie stood stiff as a board, still caught up in the little novice monk's nonchalant display.
"The Barefoot Immortal actually gave you his Barefoot Divine Ability? Y-you want one of my divine abilities?"
Zhu Bajie's jaw dropped dramatically. He had given gifts plenty of times, but today had truly opened his eyes. Was this little novice monk serving Lingji Bodhisattva really that impressive? Was the Barefoot Immortal really that generous? Had he practically handed over his feet just to see Lingji Bodhisattva?
*And that