Chapter 11 It's better for you to stay slim [First update] Please subscribe

"There is..." the old monk was about to speak when Sun Wukong and the others shouted in unison, "There isn't!"

Startled, the old monk subconsciously replied, "There isn't..."

Tang Sanzang frowned and said, "You say there is, then there isn't, what is it really? Is there or not?"

The old monk looked at Sun Wukong, who was making faces, at Zhu Ganglie, who was clenching his fists with a threatening and murderous look, and at Sha Wujing, who silently reached for his demon-subduing staff, and even saw on the windowsill a bizarre and exceedingly long face with fierce eyes—it was a horse's face...

At once, he was baffled, staring at them with a head full of sweat, he asked, "Umm... revered elders... should there be some or not?"

Sun Wokung yelled, "This temple is yours, don't you know if there's any?"

At the same time, their expressions turned even more ferocious, looking as if they were about to devour the old monk.

Quickly getting the hint, the old monk said, "Umm... there isn't."