Chapter 98: Hero, I like hero the most!

"Okay, then that's the matter." Pei Ji said to Wukong with satisfaction, "Your Majesty will give you advice to Your Majesty tomorrow when you meet the saint."

"Okay..." Wait, after Wukong just answered casually, he immediately reacted, tomorrow, I will give his Majesty a message...

Brother Pei Ji, did you take the wrong medicine or do you think I took the wrong medicine? This kind of thing that jumps out of the crowd is obviously something that only the profession of the board armor should do. Do you think I look like MT?

Of course not. Xiao Na is a monk, monk is a monk, and monk is a monk. Monks are like priests and priests, and they are all cloth armor professions. What, do you say that monks can also do mts? Are you wrong? Do you think Xiao Na is a martial artist? I am a martial artist? Is it good?

"But Sikong..." Wukong's words immediately turned a corner in his mouth, "About defeating Yuanshi Tianzun, the Qi Pingding Zhenren of Lou Guan Dao can do it, other Taoist priests can do it, and the Confucian Kong Yingda and others can do it, but Sikong, you and I, and the rest of the monks can't do it."

"Why?"

"Do you need me to explain the reason here?" Wukong smiled and looked up, "Can you say Pei Sikong, you can't think of it?"

Do you really can't think of it? If you really can't think of it, you won't let me do MT, it's a pity. Brother Pei, I'm not MT, nor DMPS. I'm a standard therapy profession.

That is the kind of person who stands behind you and shouts to you, "Brothers, I am your strong backing...", and wants to count on me to rush in front of you. Brother Pei Ji, you are so beautiful.

"You little master, you have great magical powers, are you afraid?" Pei Ji looked down at Wukong.

"The emperor's authority will certainly make people scared. Since I am in the world, I am naturally no exception...." Wukong shook his finger, "I don't do this easily, it's not because I'm afraid, but because I don't want to become a sinner in Buddhism."

"What do you mean?" Pei Ji continued.

"Can you not think of Pei Sikong?" Wukong looked at Pei Ji with a strange look. "The Confucian scholars came forward to sanction the rules and regulations. The Taoist priests came forward, but they were just fighting with their fellow disciples. If Sikong or I came forward, what would that be?"

“What is it?”

"This is obviously the Buddhist sect relies on its power to oppress the Taoist sect. Besides, if you say that Yuanshi Tianzun does not exist, will Yuanshi Tianzun really not exist? What evidence do you have?"

"What evidence do I have?" Pei Ji said in confusion, "The thing that Yuanshi Tianzun does not exist is not what you said..."

Before he could finish his words, he happened to meet Wukong's pair of smiling eyes. Then Pei Ji's mind turned around twice and immediately reacted.

Pei Ji's old face turned red. This matter was actually not complicated at all. However, because Wukong's unfathomable appearance during this period and His Majesty Li Yuan personally told him to invite Wukong into the Tai Chi Palace to help him make a crystal mirror, he subconsciously felt that Wukong's suggestion was the most appropriate.

"Of course I know that this matter is better for people like Kong Yingda or Taoist priests to say it," Pei Ji said unwillingly, "But the problem is that Kong Yingda is absolutely impossible to intervene in such matters, and Taoist priests... Humph, you said, is it possible that there will be Taoist priests who come forward to admit that Yuanshi Tianzun does not exist?"

"Of course there will be"

"So, we have to come forward to this matter... Wait, what did you say?" Pei Ji asked in confusion.

"I said of course there will be a Taoist priest coming forward." Wukong showed a mysterious smile, "How about it, Sikong, do you want to make a bet with me?"

"What are you betting on?" Pei Ji looked at Wukong with interest?

"Just bet if there will be a Taoist priest to come forward to announce this matter."

"There is nothing to bet on this." Pei Ji's mind changed, "I can send someone to become a monk and become a Taoist priest at will, and then let him come out and announce this matter. This is nothing."

"Then add another restriction, this Taoist priest must have a certain reputation, everyone has known it for a long time." Wukong continued, "For example, what about Taoist priests of the level of Taoist priests like Lou Guan Taoqi Pingding Zhenren or his personal disciple?"

"Qi Pingding?" Pei Ji continued. "Young Master, are you sure?"

"Or it's his personal disciple." Wukong added with a smile, "Of course, it may be other Taoist priests, but they must have the same identities as these people. How about it, Pei Sikong, do you dare to gamble with me?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Pei Ji smiled, "I dare not say anything else, but if you want to talk about betting, I have been with you for decades and have never had any opponents. Even the current Majesty, the Crown Prince, and His Highness of the King of Qin, I have won their bets back then."

Nonsense, you were ordered by Emperor Yang of Sui to monitor Li Yuan's family. In this case, if they dare to win the gambling with you, you will really see the dead.

Wukong complained in his heart, then smiled and stretched out his little fat hand, "Okay, then it's time to clap the high fives. I'll definitely have a high Taoist stand up and announce this matter."

"Then I won't be able to suppress it." Pei Ji raised Wukong with confidence, "So what's the bet?"

"If I lose, as long as I can do, Sikong, please tell me whatever I can." Wukong's face showed a cunning smile, "But what if Sikong, you lose?"

"I lost, of course, too." Pei Ji stretched out his hand again and slapped Wukong with a high-five. "As long as I can do, you can just take it."

"A gentleman's word" Wukong raised his hand.

"It's hard to chase after four horses." Pei Ji raised his hand and slapped Wukong three times, "It's just such a promise."

"Ha ha……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The two old and the young, who thought they had taken advantage of each other, looked at each other and laughed happily again.

After Pei Ji and Wukong returned to the hall, an hour had passed. Lawyer Pei and Master Pei who were waiting in the hall had already been impatient. Lawyer Pei was fine. Although he was impatient, he was still calm in the face. At least he had a dance to watch in the hall.

But Master Pei is not good at all. In addition, he didn't like to watch these dancers dance. In his opinion, this kind of soft dance has no meaning at all. How can it be as satisfying as riding a horse or fighting or something like that? Are women, is there any other use besides having sex?

So, when Pei Ji was in a good mood and took Wukong back to the hall, what he saw was Master Pei lying on several tables like a pile of mud. Perhaps it was a bit exaggerated to describe it as mud, but if you compare Master Pei with the serious lawyer sitting on the other side, this adjective is very appropriate.

"Master..." Pei Ji was a little unhappy and raised his voice slightly, "What are you doing?"

"Ah sir..." Master Pei almost jumped up and suddenly became helpless, "When did you... you came back?"

"Hmm," Pei Ji coughed unhappily, "How many times have I said that you should have a left-handed face and a standing face. Look at you, what kind of morality is it?"

"And you" Pei Ji turned his head to Lawyer Pei, "Why don't you correct him when you see your younger brother like this? Remember, as the elder brother, you must strictly demand your younger brother..."

"My son knows that he is wrong," Lawyer Pei walked out from behind several cases and answered honestly, "Please punish me."

"There is no need for punishment." Wukong smiled and smoothed out the situation. "Pei Gong's two sons are upright, while the other is lively and lively. They are both literary and military, and they complement each other."

"Oh," Pei Ji sighed pretendingly, "Wukong, you praise them so much. My two sons are not good at it, they are not good at it."

Then, Pei Ji pretended to say to Lawyer Pei and Master Pei, "For the sake of distinguished guests, I will send you what you have today first and sit back."

"Pei Sikong is really rigorous in managing his family." Wukong showed a sincere smile, "This is the style of a noble family."

"Where, where, I have won the prize, really have won the prize." Pei Ji smiled like a flower on his face, "Come on, Master Wukong, I wish you a cup..."

Just as Wukong was commuting with Pei Ji, King Li Shimin of Qin was anxiously wandering around his Tiance Mansion, because Zhang Liang had been taken into Chang'an City, and as soon as he entered the city, he was taken over by Li Yuanji's people and sent directly to the prison of the Ministry of Justice.

Whether it is life or death depends on this

"Your Highness..." Hou Junji stood calmly beside Li Shimin, "The matter has been arranged. If Zhang Liang lets go, he will be silenced immediately. Please rest assured."

"Is it useful to silence?" Li Shimin sat down helplessly, "If something happened to Zhang Liang, everyone in the world would think that I did it. At that time, even if there is no evidence, the father will attack me..."

"It's better than letting Zhang Liang say it," Hou Junji answered calmly.

"Yes," Li Shimin rubbed his face with his hands, and his whole body seemed to cheer up. "Junji, you tell us that if Zhang Liang didn't spit, don't do it. In addition, let them pay attention to Zhang Liang's safety, and don't end up not spitting, but Yuan Ji was silenced in my name."

"Yes," Hou Junji nodded, "I'm leaving"

Li Shimin waved his hand slightly, and Hou Junji immediately retreated. Li Shimin breathed a long sigh, "God, if the destiny is really my, let that little monk named Wukong really protect Zhang Liang."

At this time, Zhang Liang, who was muttering by King Li Shimin of Qin, was tortured in the prison.

Of course, this is not because of how heroic Zhang Liang is. In fact, Zhang Liang is ready to not open his mouth. Even if these people were tortured him, how he would not speak, and then use a righteous look to show his unyielding actions.

But he never expected that the people from the Ministry of Justice were too lazy to ask him a question. After he was pulled into the torture room of the prison, he handcuffed his hands and feet with iron chains. Then he was whipped without saying anything, and directly beat him all over his body.

"What are you doing?" Outside the torture room, a young man in high-end clothes frowned. "I mean to ask him to confess, not to beat him to death."

"Your Highness doesn't know anything." A guy with a fat face was trying hard to smile on his face, "This is the majesty of killing him. People like him think they are loyal. When they come to ask questions, he will definitely not be able to do anything..."

"Then if you beat him to death, what else can he call?" said the young man.

"Don't worry, these little bastards are very sensible in their actions. Those whips look scary, but they are actually all skin injuries. Apply some medicine and just keep them for ten days and half a month to heal tenderly." The person with a fat face here quickly explained, "I have experience in dealing with such people in it..."

"What experience?" the young man laughed sarcastically, "It's just to beat the person half to death first, and then ask?"

"Your Highness is smart and wise." The man with a fat face smiled flatteringly, "That's it. When dealing with such people, you can't treat them as human beings. If you don't let them know that they are not bullshit, they will not say anything. You have to step on them hard first, step into the mud, and let this kid recognize his position."

"Forget it," the young man waved his hand in disgust, "I don't care what you did, but I just want him to jump out and testify to my good brother."

"Don't worry, don't worry," the guy with a stinky face quickly expressed his loyalty. "At most half a month, even if this guy is a sturdy man, I will turn him into a sturdy man."

"Yeah, you do it well." The young man covered his nose with his hands, turned around and walked outside, "Remember, I want this guy to confess to me alive, the faster the better."

"Don't worry, Your Highness." The guy with a fat face bent down all the way and accompanied the young man to the door. "No matter who it is, as long as he enters my Ministry of Justice, he has to tray me if he is a dragon, he has to lie on me if he is a tiger, and he has to lie on me if he is a human. He has to do whatever I ask him to do. Your Highness, just rest assured."

"Pei Sikong, it's getting late." Wukong looked out the window, "It's time for me to say goodbye."

"What are you doing when you are so anxious to go back?" Pei Ji's face was flushed with a blushing face. He said to Wukong in high spirits, "Why not stay, let's have a night-time fun. When you rest at night, I will sleep with you and Master..."

Go to your mother's night celebration, go to your grandma's sleep, and you want to find someone else. I'm not good at this. While complaining in my heart, Wukong smiled and said, "No need, I'll sit in meditation at night. This is homework, and you can't delay it."

"It's okay to delay one day," Pei Ji said with his tongue wide, "No one will blame you."

"Heaven and earth can be deceived, but the original heart is not ignorant." Wukong stood up with a smile, bent down slightly at Pei Ji, "I'm saying goodbye."

"Oh, it's a shame." Pei Ji waved his hand slowly, "Okay, I won't delay your homework, my lawyer, I'll take you off for me."

"Yes, sir," Lawyer Pei replied respectfully, then waved his hand at Wukong, "Young Master, please go here."

"I'm working hard." Wukong clasped his hands seriously, then nodded to Pei Ji, then nodded to Master Pei, and finally followed Lawyer Pei out.

"No," Master Pei looked at Wukong's correct steps and muttered in his heart, "This little monk has at least drunk a jar of wine, why does it seem like there is nothing to do..."

"This... Master Wukong," Wukong followed Lawyer Pei out of the hall. He had just walked forward and before he reached the gate, he heard Lawyer Pei say carefully, "I have something to ask the master for help."

"Don't call me Master Xiaon's master..." Wukong replied modestly, "Just Brother Pei just calls Xiaon's Wukong."

"Then Wukong..." Lawyer Pei looked around and looked around, then approached Wukong and said in a low voice.

"What?" Wukong looked at Lawyer Pei in surprise, "Brother Pei, you actually asked Xiao Na to help with this kind of thing. Brother Pei, Xiao Na, I am from Zen, not from Tantric, nor from the Taoist dual cultivation school. Do you know what our Zen Buddhism does?"

After taking the whip, before Zhang Liang could slow down, he felt the iron chain tied his hands suddenly loosen, while the iron chain tied his ankles tightened, and then he went straight forward and fell to the ground. Before he could understand what was going on, after a silence, he had already been hanging upside down on his head and feet.
To be continued...