Journey To The West: Poor Monks Do Not Want To Take The Western Classics

Chapter 23 The Drunk King Huangfeng

Zhu Bajie felt a little funny when he thought of people taking the lead and leading them around the brothel.

Through these days of getting along, he already knew that Tang Yu was basically a fake monk, eating, drinking and having fun.

Eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, and smoking are almost complete.

Suddenly, Zhu Bajie started to look forward to the faces of those in Buddhism.

The hard-picked scholars turned out to be such a virtue.

But Zhu Bajie also felt very strange. Who didn’t know that Tang Sanzang was the reincarnation of the Xitian Golden Cicada, and he was devoted to the Buddha.

The ninth generation all went on the westward road. Although they all died on the road, his heart toward the Buddha never changed.

How come in this life, the famous holy monk has become this virtue.

After a short break, the master and disciples set out on the road again.

Hidden in the dark, Guanyin nodded secretly.

The next catastrophe has already been arranged.

It is King Huangfeng, don’t look at this monster with mediocre mana, but the wind blowing is indeed the legendary samadhi wind, which can darken the heavens and the earth, and make ghosts and gods cry.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva waved her hand, and a farmhouse appeared beside her. At the same time, she also became an old woman.

Due to this difficulty, Sun Wukong hurt his eyes, came to her to cultivate, and then used Lingji Bodhisattva’s Ding Fengzhu to hold the monster.

Then these difficulties will be completed.

Tang Yu was still in silence at this moment, breaking through the complacency after being cultivated by the immortal, completely unaware of the next catastrophe, unknowingly it had already come.

However, even if he knew it, he wouldn’t care.

Seeing tricks and dismantling tricks, it’s over.

He knew all the tricks of Buddhism.

Suddenly a gust of wind passed, and Tang Yu couldn’t open his eyes anymore: “What’s the matter?”

“There is a demon.”

Monkey King picked up the golden hoop and struck it aside, but the monster was very clever, turned and ran, Monkey King chased it.

Just after he left, a group of monsters came out again, and Zhu Bajie took up the nine-tooth rake and fought with them.

Those monsters deliberately or unconsciously, and retreated from the battle, unknowingly leading Zhu Bajie aside.

Tune the tiger away from the mountain!

Seeing this scene, Tang Yu sneered with disdain at the corner of his mouth.

A gust of wind swept across, curling up Tang Yu and flying towards the cave in the distance.

Is this how it feels to ride in the clouds?

It’s pretty cool.

Tang Yu couldn’t help but enjoy it, but before long, he had fallen into the monster’s cave.

The little demons around, waving weapons in their hands, yelled.

“Haha, I heard that if you eat Tang Seng meat, you can live forever.”

King Huang Feng laughed loudly.

Immortality?

This is all news from those deflated Buddhists, deliberately giving themselves a whole lot of misfortune.

What a shame!

Tang Yu stood up unhurriedly and cleaned the sand on his body.

“Is there anything to eat? I’m hungry.”

Huh!

Suddenly King Huang Feng’s laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at Tang Yu in disbelief.

He said that he was going to eat him, but he was not afraid at all.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Great King Huang Feng said instinctively, with average two strokes.

As soon as the words were spoken, it felt wrong. This was because he wanted to eat Tang Yu, so how could he let Tang Yu eat with him?

“You monk are not afraid that I will eat you? They all say that eating the meat of a monk in the Tang Dynasty can live forever.”

King Huang Feng looked fierce and evil.

His appearance may seem terrible to others.

But for Tang Yu, he didn’t care at all.

Tang Yu glanced at him as if he was looking at an idiot.

Sitting swaggeringly on his throne.

I lit a cigarette and looked at King Huang Feng condescendingly.

This gave King Huang Feng an illusion, as if he was his little brother.

It’s just that what is the smoking thing he smokes, the monk still has an expression of enjoyment.

“Tai, monk from the Tang Dynasty, what do you smoke?”

“Come on?”

Tang Yu exchanged a pack of cigarettes with the system and threw it to King Huang Feng.

Great King Huang Feng fiddled with it, opened the package, took out a stick to his mouth, and lit it like Tang Yu.

hiss……

As soon as he took a sip, King Huang Feng’s eyes lit up, and he liked to feel like he was soaring all over, and he was ecstatic.

Hiss…

He smoked one bite after another, what a good thing, this is really a good thing.

Seeing him as if smoking a big cigarette, Tang Yu secretly smiled.

This is a cigarette with added ingredients.

Um?

In the future, you will have to let the Buddha taste this kind of smoke.

Good things should be enjoyed by everyone.

“Sweet.”

King Huang Feng sighed sincerely, and then clicked on one again.

“Where did you come from this thing, hand it over and I will spare your life.”

Tang Yu glanced at him: “I’m hungry.”

“Quickly, prepare the food for the vegetarian.” Great King Huang Feng hurriedly ordered with the little demon behind him.

“Eat meat, I want to eat meat.” Tang Yu reminded

He has been repaired by immortals now, and his stomach will not be hungry, but he still has gluttony.

The holy monk wants to eat meat?

Great King Huang Feng was taken aback for a moment, but now he was attracted by cigarettes, and he didn’t think so much, so he directly ordered the people below to prepare.

In a short while, a hearty meat table was prepared.

Great King Huang Feng is very good at coming. Looking at Tang Yu, a mortal, he shouldn’t be able to eat raw meat. He asked the little demon under him to cook it and bring it up.

Under the reception of King Huang Feng, Tang Yu took a seat and ate, and also took out a bottle of Erguotou.

After two glasses of wine, King Huang Feng patted Tang Yu on the shoulder: “Brother, don’t worry, in Huangfengling, this is my site. If something happens, you can scream so that I will let the little brother hack him to death.”

At this moment, the King of Yellow Wind, he looked like a young and Dangerous boy, and Tang Yu assured him that his chest slapped.

“Brother, you just have to say that.”

Tang Yu took the initiative to light him a cigarette.

Ever since, one person, one demon, smoking cigarettes, drinking wine, pushing cups and changing cups, it was a joy.

One bite for one big brother, one bite for one younger brother.

“Brother, why are you going to this Xitian? Otherwise, stay in my Yellow Wind Cave, you and my brothers, eating meat and drinking wine, it’s not beautiful.” King Huang Feng suggested.

In fact, he does more for cigarettes, and he smokes more vigorously.

Especially with some wine, it is simply enjoyable.

“Brother, if you are dissatisfied, you said, brother doesn’t want to go. Isn’t this being forced? If you can stay here and be at ease with your brother, brother is very happy too.”

Tang Yu looked bitter and helpless.

Seeing the brother I just recognized seems to be annoying.

Plus I drank some wine.

“Hatma, who dares to persecute my brother? Brother, who do you tell me, I will blow him to death.”

King Huang Feng exploded, his face flushed, and he looked like he was about to summon his younger brother out to kill people at any time.

“It’s the Guanyin Bodhisattva.”

Tang Yu glanced at King Huang Feng and smiled inwardly.