Not Enough Money

Tathagata Buddha's expression turned icy. He snorted, and his gaze at Joyful Buddha grew deep and heavy.

After arriving at a brothel in the mortal realm, Joyful Buddha transformed into a handsome man and walked inside.

The people in the brothel hurried to greet him.

But after asking around, Joyful Buddha froze.

There were no girls left; Tang Sanzang had booked them all.

Tang Yu had been so eager to find girls not because he was truly desperate with desire.

It was because he had discovered a dual-cultivation technique for men and women recorded within the Nine-Nine Heavenly Merit.

He could enjoy himself while cultivating at the same time. Why not?

This technique benefited both men and women.

However, Tang Yu took the lead, so some of the women quickly became unable to endure it.

No problem. There were plenty of people.

He could just switch to someone else.

Thus, Tang Yu started whooping and hollering "Yoshi!" in the room.

He changed partners several times along the way.

Several girls had to be carried out.

Yet the next day, those girls felt refreshed and invigorated, as though Tang Yu's nourishment had made them even prettier.

A few brothel girls with gynecological problems even recovered without realizing it.

Zhu Bajie was hard at work in the room next door.

With a sweep of his divine sense, Joyful Buddha easily discovered them.

Outside Tang Yu's door stood a line of girls, waiting their turns to serve him.

Joyful Buddha's face turned a little green.

He had finally gotten a chance to come down and let loose, yet all the girls had been booked by Tang Sanzang.

Ever since he had converted to the Buddhist Sect, he had barely enjoyed himself.

Although he was a Joyful Buddha, he was still a member of the Buddhist Sect. He had to preserve some of its dignity.

With his magical power, he could reach another place in an instant.

But while away from home, Buddha had instructed him to keep a low profile and not show off.

Besides, he had a mission: he had to take Sun Wukong back.

Still, it had not been easy to come down here. Doing nothing seemed like a waste.

"Do you have any girls left?" Joyful Buddha asked, lifting a jug of wine to his lips.

"They have all been booked by a guest for the time being."

The brothel madam gritted her teeth and put on a tragic expression. "If you are truly in a hurry, sir, I can only personally attend to you."

She was already over fifty, with makeup so thick she looked like a ghost.

Whenever she walked, powder and rouge fell from her face in showers.

Joyful Buddha was startled and frowned at her.

After pondering for a moment, he sighed. "That will do."

He would make do with it. What else could he do?

He still had a mission after this.

Thus, Joyful Buddha wrapped an arm around her and headed upstairs to a room.

Golden Ao Island.

Biyou Palace.

Sovereign Tongtian had already learned that Tang Sanzang was the variable.

He could not help laughing to himself.

The scripture pilgrim, a fixed constant, had actually become a variable.

It was truly interesting.

Moreover, in some temples Tang Yu passed by, the monks had begun eating meat and visiting brothels.

The Buddhist Sect had yet to notice this.

Invisibly, the Buddhist Sect had lost far too much faith.

Its merit had also been dwindling without anyone noticing.

With the power of a Saint, calculating all of this was effortless for him.

Through the Mystic Light Mirror, he naturally saw Joyful Buddha, his once-favored disciple, Chang'er Dingguang Immortal.

But when he saw him embracing an old woman well over a hundred years old as he entered a room—

Tongtian's face darkened.

Though he had been converted by the Buddhist Sect, he had once been Tongtian's disciple.

Tongtian felt embarrassed.

"Master, now that we know Tang Sanzang is the variable, should we..." Old Mother Lishan asked.

Tongtian smiled. "Naturally, we must give them some help. I heard you say that Tang Sanzang has already reached the Human Immortal realm?"

With a wave of his hand, a pill appeared in Old Mother Lishan's palm.

"This Creation Limitless Pill is enough to let him enter the Earth Immortal realm. Also, pass down the order: any disciple of the Jie Sect is to spare no effort in helping Tang Sanzang with whatever he needs."

Tang Sanzang was the variable, so Tongtian had to help him.

If anyone most wanted to strike at Buddhism,

it was Sovereign Tongtian, because even Tathagata had once been his disciple.

His favored disciples had all been converted by Buddhism. To Tongtian, that was a grave humiliation.

If he could, he would have loved to immediately fight those two Saints of the West.

But he could only think about it. Once a battle between Saints began, that old bastard Hongjun would definitely interfere.

"Yes, Master."

Old Mother Lishan answered and withdrew from Biyou Palace.

Tang Yu spent the entire night enjoying himself in the brothel.

And through this dual-cultivation method, he felt that he had vaguely touched the threshold of the Heavenly Immortal realm.

This was quite nice.

As for Zhu Bajie, he had long since come out and was waiting for his master to pay the bill.

Without even looking, Tang Yu directly tossed over some money he had exchanged for his staff.

"Keep the change," he said generously.

With that, he prepared to leave.

But someone stopped him.

"Sir, you do not have enough money."

Tang Yu was slightly stunned.

What the hell? Even this much money was not enough?

Was this a scam shop?

"What the hell? This much money still isn't enough? Is this a scam shop?"

The attendant explained helplessly, "Sir, you ordered eleven girls yesterday, and that does not include your disciple's two."

It felt quite strange for monks to visit brothels.

But brothels, like the Buddhist Sect, kept their doors wide open.

As long as you had money, it did not matter whether you were a monk or a bald man.

Tang Yu was a little dumbfounded. He truly had not considered that.

By that calculation, it really was not very expensive.

And the girls had been of fairly good quality.

But there was a problem.

He had run out of money. Even the money for this visit had been exchanged from his staff.

"Do you have any money?" Tang Yu could only turn to Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie turned his head away without saying a word.

You said you would pay, yet you wanted Old Pig to settle the bill?

Besides, he did not have any money either. Even if he did, there was no way he would take it out.

Before they knew it, several fierce-looking men had surrounded them.

They seemed afraid that the two would skip out without paying.

"Go ask Wukong and San Lengzi whether they have any money."

"Master, do you think Monkey Brother and Junior Brother Sha are people with money?"

The people around them began looking increasingly hostile.

The meaning was obvious: they would not be allowed to leave without paying.

"Heh, I advise you to figure out a way to hand over the money. Otherwise, do not blame us for being rude," the attendant said with a cold laugh.

Fuck.

Who were they threatening?

Tang Yu glared and snatched back the money he had handed to the attendant.

"Amitabha. Er Daizi, there are so many innocent young women here, forced into prostitution. As a monk, your master must show compassion and rescue these innocent women from their misery."

Tang Yu recited a Buddhist chant, wearing an expression of sorrow for all living beings.

Those words were shameless enough. Why had he not said these women were innocent when he had been shouting "Yoshi!" with them?