Tang Seng is a cook

Bodhi was taken aback, and said, "Where did this surname come from?" Shouldn't the surname be Chen, or even Jiang, or at worst, follow the surname Tang?

Or, a surname of Jin is also fine!

What kind of Zhuang's surname is it?

Zhuang Fan smiled lightly and said, "In the previous life." This is the surname left to him by his parents who he misses the most, and he will never forget it.

Bodhi saw that he seemed to have a deep meaning, so he didn't ask any more questions, and said goodbye to Tang Monk and his disciples with Maomao in his arms, flew up into the sky, and returned to Lingtai Mountain.

Mao Mao left Zhuang Fan, at first he didn't feel much, but gradually, Uncle and Brother Wukong couldn't be seen anymore, only the clouds in the sky passed by, and the one holding him was still a strange white man with a little black turtle painted on his forehead. The bearded old man and the little hairy monkey felt sour in their hearts, not very happy, and wanted to cry.

Bodhi remembered Zhuang Fan's instructions, and kept paying attention to the little apprentice in his arms. Seeing this, he quickly coaxed him, asking, "Is Mao Mao good?"

Maomao sobbed, holding back her tears, and didn't have time to ask Bodhi to say a second sentence.

The little monkey put its hairy head on Bodhi's shoulder, tearing up, and being so cute, it made Bodhi's whole heart soften.

He is as good a boy as Wukong, old Bodhi thinks so.

But when I sat down in the Zen room, I saw clearly from the mirror held by the strange-looking big disciple the vivid but slightly blurred black turtle on my forehead, I was so angry Only then did the poor old Bodhi realize that it is the nature of monkeys to be mischievous.

Zhuang Fan sent off Hongye's master and apprentice, and then Maomao. At this time, only him, three apprentices, a son, and a caramel cake were left in the westward team.

Wukong feeds Caramel Cake every day according to the method of raising a Pegasus, and feeds it many elixir that can be used by animals. Now Caramel Cake is completely different from ordinary horses. Although it is still not as strong as Bailongma, but at least When on the road, you won't ask the white dragon horse to accommodate it too much.

Now on the road every day, Zhuang Fan decides whether to take a rest according to the physical strength of Caramel Cake. After all, this brown wild horse king is currently the weakest one in the whole team. Everyone's physical strength.

Because he traveled fast all the way, day and night, encountered heavy rain and strong wind, as long as the road was not muddy and difficult to walk, Zhuang Fan never took his disciples to rest and delay.

Going to Lingshan to take Guanyin away, and going home to reunite with his parents, these two beliefs firmly supported him and urged him urgently, not daring to delay for a moment.

It's just that he didn't dare to move too fast. One was that Wu Wang used his feet every day, not only to run by himself, but also to carry his master who was about a hundred catties on his back, and the other Wu You carried two weights on his head. Zhuang Fan didn't dare to ask him to consume too much energy for the baby who was born, even Wukong and Bajie, one in front and one behind, running with the horse every day is also very hard.

So there is a caramel cake, at least it can slow down the pace and control the speed, so that everyone does not use up all their energy and march with all their strength. Doing that, for the masters and apprentices who are trekking long distances amidst dangers, And no good.

In the past few days, the weather has been getting colder. When I wake up in the morning, the grass is covered with dew, and there is no road in the wilderness. People pass among the grass half a person's height. The trouser legs and shoes and socks were wet after a while, and when the wind blew, they felt bitingly cold.

Zhuang Fan didn't look like it, felt sorry for his apprentices, found many ways, sewed leather, changed shoes frequently, and looked for oak trees that could produce rubber. He only regretted that he couldn't go back to modern times, so he bought two pairs of rain boots for his apprentices.

It's okay to sell the gold and buy an off-road vehicle, Zhuang Fan was thinking about it while looking for something.

He worked so hard that Wukong laughed at him: "Master is worrying too much. The dew is nothing to ordinary people. I'm a steel-framed person. After a little practice, my clothes and shoes will dry out. I'm so afraid!"

Bajie also said: "Master, what the elder brother said is, if you don't believe me, come and touch my trouser legs, it's dry and crisp, without any moisture at all."

Zhuang Fan looked down, and sure enough, the two of them were still wet with their trousers just now, but now they couldn't see any water stains, so he nodded and let them go.

Not long after setting out that day, a westerly wind blew, and it was quite strong, making it very difficult to walk. Zhuang Fan got off his horse and asked Wu Wanghuan to return to his original body. He only asked Wu You to sit on top of the caramel cake. Everyone Surrounded by Caramel Cake, hunched forward against the wind.

Before walking too far, Wuyou's face turned pale, and he said weakly to Zhuang Fan, "Daddy, what does it smell like? It stinks!"

After saying such a sentence, Wuyou couldn't hold back, and vomited out his morning meal with a wow, which made Zhuang Fan jump.

It's just that Zhuang Fan didn't smell anything wrong, he just thought it was Wuyou who was unwell and started to "sick in the morning", so he took him down, sat with his back against the wind, held Wuyou in his arms, unscrewed the gourd, and fed him water. drink.

Wuyou couldn't drink a sip of water, only felt sick, and said: "Daddy, it stinks!" He buried his face in Zhuang Fan's arms, and instantly smelled the fragrance of green grass, and then he felt better.

Zhuang Fan sniffed, but he didn't smell anything, and wanted to ask Wukong, but when he turned his head, he saw Wukong with two cloth balls stuck in his nostrils, frowning, opening his mouth to breathe, and looking at Wuwang and Bajie, he also They all covered their mouths and noses, obviously smelling bad enough.

Zhuang Fan felt strange, and thought, could it be that he hadn't showered for several days, and the smell was so bad?

Otherwise, he couldn't smell it.

Zhuang Fan then asked the monkey, "Wukong, when did you feel the smell? Master's nose seems to be out of order, so you can't smell any smell at all?"

The Great Sage also murmured in his heart, and said: "Not long after we walked out of the camp in the early morning, I smelled this smell. Then it was Bajie, and then Wuwang, but Wuyou was the last to smell it. Now The stench is so thick that Master can't smell it?"

Zhuang Fan shook his head, his face full of surprise, he looked down at Wuyou, Wuyou was stuck in his arms, the hot air from his mouth and nose came through his clothes, Zhuang Fan asked: "Wuyou, daddy Doesn't it stink?"

Wu You grabbed a piece of Zhuang Fan's shirt, tightly covered his nose and mouth, raised his head, and said in a low voice, "Daddy doesn't smell bad, it smells like grass!"

Zhuang Fan raised his arm and smelled it. Indeed, it smelled like grass.

It's strange that my nose didn't fail, I can't smell it.

Wuyou's face was pale from the smoke, Zhuang Fan saw that he was really uncomfortable and couldn't leave, and his apprentices were also stinky enough, so he said: "Wukong, take a few of them, push them back, master go Look ahead, what's going on!"

Septic tank exploded?

How could he smoke his apprentices like this.

Even the bloody smell and smell when slaughtering the prey did not make Wuyou vomit.

What kind of stench is this stench that he can't smell now?

Wukong originally wanted to go with his master, but his five senses are very sensitive, and now he can hardly stand it anymore. If he goes again, he will probably vomit, and his dizziness will drag the master down, so he is obedient and recites his words. Feeling dizzy, Wuyou led everyone back.

Wuyou greeted Zhuang Fan urgently, and said, "Daddy, please give me a piece of clothing to cover your mouth first!"

Those three hurriedly looked over, wanting all of them.

Zhuang Fan rummaged through the storage beads and found a few clean clothes, one for each of them, and told them to cover up their mouths and noses. Even the caramel cake also got a small gown, and put it in a big Cover your nose tightly.

Wuyou dropped his father's monk's robe several layers down, pulled his sleeves and tied them behind his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Oh my god, I've been smoked to death, I've been suffocated to death!" Zhuang Fan waved his hand and said, "Daddy, go and come back quickly, if it doesn't work, let's take a detour!"

Zhuang Fan said: "Don't worry, you all step back a little longer, I'll be back later!" When he found the smelly place, he set it on fire.

After that, he took the nine-tin ring staff, drove up the clouds and flew forward.

After flying slowly for a while, I saw that the place was barren, sparsely populated, with no homes, and the grass and trees were deep and wide. I didn't find any suspicious "smelly source" for a while.

Zhuang Fan had no choice but to walk forward patiently for a while, and suddenly saw a Zhuangzi on the ground, with a few smoke from cooking, rising slowly, presumably it was inhabited, so he wanted to land, and went to investigate.

Zhuang Fan closed the cloud head and descended from the sky far away without disturbing the ordinary people here. He just walked slowly with his Zen staff and arrived at the door of a house. , said a little louder: "Excuse me, has anyone been there?"

I only heard the sound of footsteps dragging inside the door, and an old voice said: "Who is calling the door?"

Zhuang Fan raised his eyes and saw that the chaimen was half as tall as a person, and an old man was walking out of it, wearing coarse linen clothes, a black scarf on his head, leaning on a cane, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief in the other hand, trembling. Come and open the door.

As soon as the old man opened the door and saw that Zhuang Fan was a monk, he was taken aback and shouted anxiously: "That apprentice has already asked for money, why did he come again? The one who said he was his apprentice, but you are the dead man?" Who is the monk!"

The old man spoke quickly and anxiously, with an accent that he didn't know where he was. Say it yourself.

Zhuang Fan joined the eleven ceremony, his tone was slow, and he said calmly: "Old benefactor, I don't know what you are talking about. The poor monk is sent from the east to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures. He is suitable for your place. I want to ask you about the local thing."

When the old man heard this, he said suspiciously: "You really are not someone from that dead monk?"

This time Zhuang Fan heard it clearly, nodded and said: "The poor monk brought his disciples here just now, and he really doesn't know any local living or dead monks!"

Then the old man patted his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put down the veil, and begged inside: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you! The outside smells bad, elder, please sit inside the humble house!"

Zhuang Fan wanted to inquire, and when he saw the old man's invitation, he said, "Excuse me, please."

Together they followed the old man into the courtyard, and saw that both sides of the courtyard were covered with thorns and needles, and the stone wall on the second floor door was built high, also covered with thorns, and there were three large tile-roofed houses inside.

Only the customs are different from other places, the windows and doors are tightly sealed, Zhuang Fan looked at it and couldn't help but wonder, he thought that the stench had already become a local custom, and the people here were forced to change even the customs Go, queer, queer!

The old man invited Zhuang Fan into the house, he opened and closed the door very quickly as soon as he passed by, Zhuang Fan saw it in his heart, and knew that the smell in this place might be even worse.

After entering the room, the old man first apologized and said: "I was reckless just now, don't blame the elder! Please sit down, please sit down!"

Because Zhuang Fan walked slowly, just now when he entered the house, the old man was impatient, so he tugged Zhuang Fan, trying to tell him to walk faster.

The old man had a lot of self-sufficiency. Seeing that Zhuang Fan was thin and weak, he thought that he would move with a single pull, so he didn't use too much force. Who knows that Zhuang Fan's foot is very stable now. If he didn't take two steps quickly by himself, he might The old man was afraid that he was going to flash his arms.

Zhuang Fan Shi Shiran sat down and said: "No problem! I interrupted, I don't know the old benefactor's name? Where is this place?"

The old man then said: "My surname is Li, this place is called Tuoluozhuang." He asked again, "I just heard from the elder that I want to go to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures? Can't go, can't go!"

As soon as Zhuang Fan heard the name "Tuoluozhuang", he remembered where it was, but it was the "Smelly Persimmon Street" eight hundred miles away. It turned out that the Tang monks were lucky. They came in spring and the southeast wind was blowing, so they couldn't smell the smell. Zhuang Fan and his disciples walked fast, just in time for the westerly wind blowing here in autumn, and the wind was blowing from the persimmon mountain. It's just smelly!

It's just that I have already entered the old man Li's house. Although I have already made it clear in my heart, I can't stand up and leave, so I greeted him: "Oh? Where do you start from, old man, please tell me!"

Then the old man Li said: "I see that the elder is open-minded. He walked all the way without covering his face or mouth and nose. Could it be that he is not afraid of the stench in this place?"

Zhuang Fan was embarrassed, he really couldn't smell it, so he said foolishly: "The old man doesn't know something, the poor monk learned some inner martial arts since he was a child, he can hold his breath, so he is not afraid of the stench, but my disciples can't stand it, so I came to check and wanted to know where the stench came from, but my disciples and the others stayed where they were and waited for me."

When the old man heard this, he was very envious, and said: "The elder is very capable! If this is the case, life will be much easier when we come here!"

He said again: "The elder asked where the stench came from, and the old man will tell the elder today!"

Nai pointed to the west and said: "I have a mountain trail more than [-] miles to the west of Tuoluo Village, which is probably [-] miles long. The mountain is full of persimmon trees. In autumn, the trees are full of fat fruits. , but unfortunately, this place is remote, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and no one picks the persimmon trees for eight hundred miles. Over the years, the ripe and rotten persimmons fall on the road, filling up a narrow mountain path. Rain, sun and rain. In summer, the weather is hot and humid. The persimmons piled up and fermented, moldy and rotted, and became a filthy road. As long as the westerly wind blows and the stench comes out, the crops will be fertile and fertile. Better than this stench!"

Zhuang Fan listened, nodded his head, and said: "It's the people in this village who have suffered!"

The old man Li sighed, and said: "The elder is merciful, in fact, if there is only this stench, it is enough to bear it, but in the past two years, there have been goblins here, and our life is really difficult. If we can't get rid of that monster, I'm afraid Either all died at the mouth of that monster, or the whole family moved."

Zhuang Fan knew that there was a big red-scaled boa constrictor here, so he said: "Have you ever invited someone to get rid of the demon?"

The old man heard this, and lamented, "Why don't you invite me? It's just that you don't invite someone to return it. It would be a disaster if someone was invited."

Without waiting for Zhuang Fan to speak, he invited a monk to get rid of the demon, who knew that the monk could only recite scriptures, and when he met the demon, his head was bitten off and died, and he said: "The monk's apprentice Don't give up, there are five hundred families in our Tuoluo village, each of which spent three or five taels of silver, and invited the monk to come, but who knew that he was defeated and died. We are not cruel people, He also paid for the coffin to be buried, and gave money to his apprentice. Who would have thought that apprentice actually blackmailed me and other ordinary people, and came to beg for money when he was free. , killed his master!"

When the old man said this, he was so angry that he couldn't help but paused his crutches, and said bitterly: "Don't be a son of man, don't be a son of man!"

Zhuang Fan had no choice but to comfort him: "Old man, don't be angry, it will hurt your body if you are angry, evil people will have evil people torment them, since the disciple reaped the fortune of his master's death, I'm afraid he won't get any good results in the end!"

The old man Li sighed and said: "It's not easy for farmers to plan food in the fields. We reluctantly settled down here, but we just want to pay more taxes and less miscellaneous taxes. Whoever imagined it, suffering disasters year after year, really makes people unable to survive!"

After hearing this, Zhuang Fan was speechless. He didn't know what to say, so he recited a Buddha's name.

He is just a monk passing by, he can only get rid of the demons and clear the way. This exorbitant taxation is really beyond his control.

Zhuang Fan said: "Old man, don't worry, the poor monk has learned some skills since he was a child, and he can also subdue demons and eliminate demons. I don't know when the goblin will appear, but the poor monk will get rid of it himself, and the place will be peaceful again."

After hearing that, the old man Li waved his hands again and again, saying: "Elder, don't be reckless, you have thin arms and legs, that goblin might be thicker than you at the tip of your tail, how can you hurt it. This ring stick is neither sharp nor heavy, I'm afraid it will go limp once it touches the monster's body!"

Shaking his head again and again, he said, "Don't joke, don't joke!"

He also persuaded Zhuang Fan: "The elder is kind-hearted. He is just walking outside. You should be more careful in all matters. The monk in front of you has a big arm and a round waist. He was beaten to death in just a few rounds. The elder is kind-hearted. I know. You It's better to turn around quickly, find your apprentice, and go home!"

Hearing this, Zhuang Fan couldn't laugh or cry, he said to himself that after finally beating a monster behind Wukong's back, he was turned away by others, really, he didn't know what to say!

The old man Li said again: "If the elder has a firm heart and insists on going west, it's not impossible. Let's wait here until winter, when the eight hundred miles of mountain roads are all frozen, and it will be easier to walk! And let me wait a few days ago, I also visited a Taoist leader, and heard that he has some real skills, he has surrendered several demons, subdued demons several times, we have gathered the money, and we are going to invite him, I am afraid it will be successful this time. "

When he said this, his eyes were full of anticipation, and he said: "If the demon can be subdued this time, it will be safer for the elder to go west!"

Seeing that the old man was full of expectations, Zhuang Fan couldn't bear to tell him that if they really invited the Taoist priest this time, they would still end up dying, so he said, "When did the demon come here in the past?"

Could it be that he is also a night owl, so wouldn't he have to wait?

The old man Li said: "Elder, don't be afraid. The demon always comes when he is hungry. He just entered Zhuangzi a few days ago and ate two or three cows. These are enough for him to be full for a few days. He won't come today." Yes! When you go out, go back with peace of mind!"

It's just that I really can't say this, so at this moment, I heard the wind whistling outside, flying sand and rocks, and the crackling of the window lattice. Already!"

He got up and pulled Zhuang Fan to leave, saying: "Elder, this house is not strong, so come with me!"

Zhuang Fan saw that his family was in a hurry, and they all went to one place. After a closer look, it turned out to be a cellar, so he said: "Old man, don't panic, I'll go out and have a look, and you are here!"

Flicking his sleeves, he broke free from the old man's pull, opened the door by himself, jumped into the air, stepped on the cloud head, and looked out!

The old man Li and his family couldn't stop him, so he opened half the door and looked out, only to see the elder from the Tang Dynasty flying up into the clouds and fog, and couldn't help but kneel down and said, "It turned out to be an Arhat who came! I really don't know Taishan with my eyes." !"

Zhuang Fan stepped on the cloud head and looked, and saw a bad wind, rolling sand, gravel and dust, covering the sky and blocking the sun, coming slowly, the sun was not penetrated, and the water could not splash in.

Zhuang Fan murmured in his heart, who would have imagined that he would be able to experience sandstorms in the Tang Dynasty?

He stood in mid-air and looked towards the center of the evil wind, only to see the monster's two huge, dim and strange eyes, shining brightly, very terrifying, looking straight at him.

Zhuang Fan stood facing the wind, but he saw that three to four centimeters around his body seemed to be covered with a protective film, blocking the bad wind and flying sand and rocks one after another, so he couldn't get close.

He was puzzled in his heart, suspecting that this was the reason why he couldn't smell the stench, but Zhuang Fan thought about it and didn't know where the protective film came from, so he could only give up and go to subdue the goblin first.

The red-scaled boa constrictor was indeed not hungry, but when he was sleeping in the cave, he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, which was so captivating.

It has also become refined, although it has not yet returned to the human realm, it is still very sensitive to the treasures of heaven and earth, knowing that there may be some treasures in the place where the strange fragrance is, so it took the wind and went out to look for it.

As soon as the monster saw Zhuang Fan, and smelled the strange fragrance even more intensely, the place where he came was the monk in green standing in the air, his heart became more salivating, so he accelerated his speed and came straight to Zhuang Fan, wanting to swallow him in one gulp and give himself Increase your skill!

After today, I might be able to transform into a human form and speak, that's unknown!

The red-scaled python was so proud of himself that he couldn't help but start thinking about tomorrow.