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Chapter 142: Traveling a thousand miles away
Tang Seng took a deep look at the rushing Liusha River under the moonlight: "This dish made by the poor monk is called Hometown Grandma's Cuisine."

He began to handle the ingredients skillfully. First, he scrubbed the long cowpea, soaked it for a while, washed it and cut it into cubes for later use.Then make the meat into foam, start the hot pot, and stir-fry the meat powder until fragrant.

Zhu Bajie's appetite increased greatly, and he stared at Tang Seng with wide eyes.

Monkey King leaned on the white horse, made pillows with his hands, stared at the stars with his eyes, and occasionally glanced at Tang Seng, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Dragon monk, this poor monk knows that you can hear what this poor monk said." Tang Monk deliberately raised his voice and glanced at the Liusha River.

Tang Seng continued: "Do you know the origin of the grandmother's dish in this hometown?"

"It is said that in ancient times, after the daughters of various families in western Hunan got married, it was difficult for the married daughters to return to their natal family to visit relatives. Therefore, when the daughters got married, the mothers would cook for their daughters a dish of salty, sour, spicy, crispy, Sweet and all kinds of flavors are in it. The taste of the dish enters the daughter's mouth and is in the mother's heart. Because of the loving mother's love for her daughter, this dish has been passed down from generation to generation."

"Foods can be sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy, and so are people. You have lost all your guts." Tang Seng took a deep breath.

"In this world of Journey to the West, if you go with the poor monk, the poor monk will treat you like family. If you don't go, you can savor the ups and downs by yourself. Sink into this decadence." Tang Seng's actions became more and more hysterical. sharp.

The fragrance gradually filled the air, with a strong flavor of hometown.

It is the taste of this hometown that makes Monk Desha sink down and think about his own meaning.

Tang Seng was right, he was just a running dog of the Heavenly Court.

Calling and calling.

These hundreds of years are just to find this broken glazed cup completely.

The cold river has been with me for hundreds of years.

I used to think that heaven was my home and could become my hometown.

In the end, he was demoted to the world just because he broke the most precious glazed cup dedicated to Tathagata by the Jade Emperor.

Is such a home really a home?
Is this really the destination you want?

Maybe it's time to leave Liusha River and find your own pursuit.

Maybe Road to the West can understand something.

Sand Monk emerged from the water, stood on the Liusha River, and said, "Master is here. I, Lao Sha, would like to accompany you to the west to learn scriptures!"

Tang Seng smiled: "The poor monk is waiting for your words."

The night wind whizzed past Tang Seng's face, Tang Seng smiled lightly: "Let's have dinner together, the poor monk has already prepared your share."

At that moment, the Drifting Monk's face changed a little, his eyes were reddish, and he said two words with difficulty: "Master."

Tang Seng looked at Sun Wukong who was leaning on the white horse, wondering when he would be willing to call himself master?

"Bajie, take the bowl that the poor monk washed and fill it with rice. Let's try the poor monk's craftsmanship this time!" Tang Seng said.

Zhu Bajie was already hungry, with a naive smile on his face: "That's great, Master. My old pig will serve rice now."

Tang Seng checked the system panel and found that everything was already running.

The four disciples, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Sha Seng, and Bai Longma, have gathered together, and now they are called the real team.

Bajie handed Sun Wukong a bowl of rice, and the fragrant rice was covered with his grandmother's dishes from his hometown, like a rice bowl.Monkey King picked up the chopsticks several times, feeling a little uncomfortable, so he dropped the chopsticks.

"This thing is really uncomfortable." Sun Wukong shook his head.

Zhu Bajie chuckled: "Brother Hou can't even know how to chopsticks, I really laughed out my old pig's teeth."

Sun Wukong felt a chill, his eyes narrowed: "Believe it or not, my grandson made your big teeth disappear."

"." Zhu Bajie twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely and began to eat the meal by himself.

The white dragon horse turned into a graceful gauze woman and ate the meal gracefully.

"Why are you still standing in a daze, it won't taste so good when it's cold." Tang Seng looked at the Drifting Monk in a daze.

Sha Seng giggled, looked at the rice bowl in his hand, and started to devour it.

The taste mixed with sour, sweet, bitter and spicy makes Drifting feel the warmth of long-lost.

"Depart for Leiyin Temple tomorrow morning!" Tang Seng smiled.

The team is full and one step closer to the goal.

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw the already somewhat dazzling sunlight.

"Go, get ready to go." Tang Seng said.

Zhu Bajie stretched lazily.And Sun Wukong was already sober and full of energy.It's just that he has been staring at the sky, wondering what he is thinking.

Call ~
Sun Wukong let out a long sigh of relief, and said to Tang Seng without turning his head: "Let my old grandson go to Leiyin Temple with you, what is the purpose of the Tathagata?"

Tang Seng paused, shook his head and said, "I still don't know what the purpose of this is."

"But if this is a game, the poor monk can't play cards according to the routine. Only in this way will he not fall into the calculation."

Tang Seng looked at Sun Wukong and said: "Great Sage, your somersault cloud can carry the poor monk and others to Leiyin Temple at high speed, and he may be caught off guard."

Sun Wukong nodded, and shouted in the sky: "Somersault cloud!"

In an instant!
A light trail appeared in the air, leaving an obvious trace in the air, which was a golden cloud.Somersaulting cloud is learned from the ancestor Subhuti, and it is also one of Sun Wukong's spells.

"Come up." Sun Wukong said coldly.

Tang Seng, Zhu Bajie, and Bai Longma stepped on somersault clouds.

"Seng Sha, come up quickly. From now on, you will be Monk Sand, Monk Sha. Also known as Sha Wujing." Tang Seng picked up his tin staff and said.

But Drifting remained motionless.

"What's wrong?" Tang Seng was a little puzzled.

Tang Seng's face was pale, he didn't look directly at the four of them, he took a deep breath and said, "My old Sha is afraid. High."

"Wipe." Tang Seng's mouth twitched violently when he heard this.

It was like being pressed on the heart by a hundred thousand catties of steel, and being hit hard.

"Are you kidding me!" Tang Seng was stunned.

Afraid of heights for the dignified rolling shutter bonus?
How did you live in the Heavenly Palace for so many years?

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and others watched Drifting Monk.

Monkey King was silent, Zhu Bajie said: "You are so powerful in Liusha River, why is it so difficult to go to heaven?"

"Actually." Sand Monk said with a look of embarrassment on his face, "Actually, my old Shaben is not afraid of heights, but after experiencing the incident with the glass cup, for some reason, as long as he flies to a higher position, he will feel an inexplicable feeling panic."

"I'm sorry, I just promised you to learn from the scriptures, but in the end" Sand Monk showed embarrassment.

Tang Seng sighed: "You have nothing to do to the poor monk. According to the poor monk's previous understanding, this is called a mental illness. But the poor monk will not say anything, you are just a recipient under the heavenly system."

Drifting remained silent.

Tang Seng looked towards the heaven, his eyes moved slightly, a ray of majesty blew across his face, and he picked up the tin stick: "Forget it. If that's the case, then the poor monk will accompany you"

"Go for a thousand miles." Tang Seng took a deep breath, looked around the crowd, and picked up the tin staff!

(End of this chapter)