Tang Seng is a cook

Braving the wind and snow, the master and his disciples led their horses and came to the lee of the valley. Seeing that this place was really comfortable, without wind or snow, Zhuang Fan and his children settled here and set up camp.

Not long after, the tent was set up, and Zhuang Fan took out the smoker cage again. Last year, there was still a lot of fine silver silk charcoal given to him by the red leaves. Zhuang Fan took the charcoal basin and lit it outside the tent. There was no smoke, no fire, and no smell. , Only the red light was slowly burning, exuding bursts of warmth, so it was packed in a smoker cage and brought into the tent.

Wuyou sat under the blanket, his hands and feet were tied because he was wearing too much clothes, and he said, "Dad, I'm really hot, don't wear a hat."

Seeing that his forehead was sweating, Zhuang Fan quickly put down his things, took a handkerchief, and wiped off the sweat from Wuyou's forehead and back of his neck before telling him to take off his thick clothes and hat.

Wuyou is a grass and tree, he doesn't love this winter the most, being played around by his father, he yawns sleepily, and can't keep his eyes open.

Zhuang Fan stuffed him back under the quilt, and said, "Go to sleep, Daddy will call you after dinner!"

Wuyou snorted, unable to speak, curled up in the warm blanket, listening to the howling cold wind outside and the rustling sound of falling snow, and fell asleep after a while.

Seeing that the charcoal basin was full of firepower, Bajie said to Zhuang Fan: "Master, why don't we just boil the pot in this tent today, the wind is blowing loudly outside, so we huddle in the tent, guard the pot, and eat as we please Wouldn't it be wonderful to go with you?"

Wukong and Wuwang also thought it would work, so Zhuang Fan agreed, and there happened to be some fresh-cut noodles to buy, so they could cook noodles to eat after the dishes were finished.

Wu Wang and Ba Jie went out to wash the vegetables, they ran to the mouth of the valley, splashed water outside, a layer of ice formed after a while, Wu Wang ignored it, and simply sprayed a layer of water mist, covering the mouth of the valley. An ice wall as high as a person was sealed, half a meter thick, smooth, and even wild animals could hardly climb it, so it was safer for them to sleep inside at night.

There was no frozen mutton, but there was a wild buffalo caught in the wild a while ago, and it was still better now. Zhuang Fan took it out, shook it, and thought about how to cut it.

If it is not frozen, it will always be too thick when cut out, and it will not taste good after rinsing.

When Wukong saw it, he took it over and said, "Master, I told Wuwang to go freeze, give it to me!"

Zhuang Fan sighed, and said to himself that these apprentices, heated at high temperature and frozen at low temperature, are simply, absolutely good helpers in the kitchen.

He took out the basket, packed all the beef, and handed it to Wukong.

The apprentices all went to make vegetables, so Zhuang Fan took out all the bottles and jars and started to make the bottom of the pot and dipping sauce.

Nowadays, every time he goes to a city, Zhuang Fan will visit spice shops and pharmacies, and he can find a lot of seasonings, such as fennel, peppercorns, fragrant leaves and herbs, cardamom, nutmeg, grass fruit and tangerine peel, etc. There are also several kinds of peppers picked in the mountains, and now I have a pot bottom, and I no longer lack this or that.

The last time Guanyin came, he brought him a small bag of peanuts, saying he got them from the Buddha. Now they are called "Longevity Fruits", which surprised Zhuang Fan. He took out some of them and served them with sesame seeds. The chili oil comes.

Not long after, both of them were done. The heat wave in the pot was bubbling and steaming, soaking people's faces, various green vegetables, several kinds of white mushrooms, red beef, and Wu Wang's favorite fresh food. Zhuang Fan made it again. The fish was boiled for him, and everyone gathered around the pot, talking and laughing, it was very lively.

Zhuang Fan held Wuyou in his arms and watched him eat, lest he start to feel sleepy while eating, and it didn't matter if he ate it into his nose, if he got his head into the pot, they would have a meal of lotus root soup.

It took about an hour to eat this meal, but it was still early at this time, except for Wu You, who went back to sleep after eating half of it, and the other three were very energetic, full of food and drink, cleaned up, and put The tent smelled, but he wasn't sleepy, so he thought about playing.

Zhuang Fan smiled and let them go, seeing the children taking out poker to fight the landlord, he said: "Have fun, don't be naughty, watch some Wuyou and the brazier, master go out and relax."

Wukong said: "Master, it's windy and snowy outside, what's there to see? It's better not to go out, it's good to sit in the tent and recite scriptures!"

Zhuang Fan laughed and said, "Then Master stays here, let's read scriptures together?"

Wu Wang hurriedly rushed forward, hugged his senior brother, stretched out his hand to cover Wukong's mouth, and said with a smile: "Master, I made an ice wall at Taniguchi. It's as tall as a person. Come out and go in. Be careful, don't bump into it." !"

Bajie also said: "Master, dress tighter, go early and return early, don't be too late, look lost!"

Zhuang Fan laughed and said, "Okay, okay, master is gone, you guys have fun at home!"

Finally, the three agreed, agreed with one voice, and watched Zhuang Fan wearing a fur hat and fur, lifted the curtain and left.

Manly and high-spirited, he doesn't look like a monk at all from his back.

Wu Wang crawled to follow, opened the curtain a small gap, saw Zhuang Fan's figure swaying twice, jumped over the ice wall, and left, then he patted his chest, took a deep breath, sat back and said: "Brother Ah, you're going to scare me to death! Master can read that sutra, they know me, but I don't know them!"

The monkey was still a little worried, knocked on Wuwang, and said: "Naughty, sooner or later, ask Master to escort you to study!"

Wu Wang felt aggrieved, so he lay down on Wukong's lap, moaning and chirping.

Ba Jie smiled and said: "I can't, I can't, the master loves the hard work of the second senior brother, and asks him to do less work even when resting, and asks the second senior brother to rest every now and then, how can I push him to study."

Wukong tugged at Wuwang's ears, and snorted coldly: "It's a good idea, and now the journey is hard. After reading the scriptures, see Master's temper, which one of you can let go!? Guarantee you will have to go to study one by one! If you can't read well, you will be beaten!" butt!"

Speaking of this, there was a strange silence in the tent.

After a while, Bajie whispered: "Even if I was escorted to study, I would like to follow Master..."

I don't want to go back to the Heavenly Court, what's the fun of being a marshal of the canopy? I spend my days fighting and drinking, practicing troops, and bowing to the gods. If I make a mistake, I will be punished severely. I live in fear and return home. It's freezing cold at home...

Wu Wang also said slowly: "I don't want to go back to Xihai either..."

He raised his head and asked Wukong, "Senior brother, when we get to the Western Paradise, take the scriptures and send them back to Chang'an, where can we go?"

Wukong rubbed his head and said, "I don't know, Master never told me, maybe, he will take us back to his temple in Chang'an?"

Bajie said: "That's not bad, it's said that Chang'an is very prosperous, and there are a lot of delicious food..."

Wukong and Wuwang kicked him together, saying: "I just know how to eat!"

Bajie snorted a few times, and said: "Confucius said, eating and drinking men and women, people's great desires exist; Mencius said, eating and drinking, sex also. Know what to eat, the master also said, people are iron, rice is steel, a If you don’t eat, you’ll be so hungry!”

It made Wukong and Wuwang laugh out loud, Qiqi rushed over to rub the little fat man.

The three brothers quarreled for a while, and Bajie asked again, "Brother, didn't you say that Master has recovered his memory, and now he remembers that he was the second disciple of the Buddha, Elder Jin Chanzi? If so, will he not Will you stay in Lingshan?"

Wukong scratched his head, shook his head again, and said, "I don't know about that."

Wu Wang lay flat on the ground, and said leisurely: "I guess, Master won't come back."

Bajie leaned over and asked, "Why, Second Senior Brother?"

Wu Wang patted his stomach and said, "I don't know, that's how it feels!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was cut off by Wukong and Bajie. Wuwang turned over, got up, and said: "Oh, oh, are you annoying? Anyway, no matter where the master goes, I will follow the master. You have to carry Master on your shoulders! I'm just hanging on! Play poker, play poker, hurry up, what are you talking about?"

Bajie's eyes lit up, and he said, "Then I'll cook for Master!"

Wukong took out the poker, shuffled the cards, and said with a smile: "It seems that I can only be a housekeeper for Master. When the time comes, I will still take care of you."

The three of them happily started playing cards under the oil lamp. Next to them, Wuyou was sleeping soundly. He didn't know about his personnel, and didn't know his seniors at all. Early on, he began to worry in his heart.

Zhuang Fan was dressed like a wealthy businessman, and was dressed in luxurious furs. He stepped out of the valley, saw the sky and the earth saw broken jade flying around, and the goose feathers dancing wildly.

He was wearing waterproof thick-haired lambskin boots, and he was not cold. He breathed air inside, and his body was as light as a swallow. He walked on the snow without leaving any footprints. After a little identification of the direction, he walked slowly towards the west. .

It's not for exploring the way, but just want to see the scenery in the snow and relieve the homesickness.

On the day he left home, it snowed heavily outside the house.

Before he got drunk, he promised his father that he would get up the next day to sweep the snow, and he still planned to build a big snowman in the yard.

Thinking that he has been in this Westward Journey for more than a year, I don't know what the situation of the second elder in the family is in this world, maybe he has already been cremated?

Old man who lost his only child, how difficult is life?

Zhuang Fan looked at the blue sky covered with heavy snow, and heaved a long sigh. He didn't know whether it was a dream at this moment, or a dream in the past, or it was just a dream in the happy 20 years in modern times?

The wilderness is empty and there are no people. He felt melancholy, and walked slowly in the overwhelming snow with his arms folded. Suddenly, he felt a sense of not knowing what to do.

Zhuang Fan suddenly became aware that his mood became depressed, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart, could it be that lovesickness is too bitter, he has been younger for more than half a month, and he has not seen Guanyin, is he depressed?

Just as he was thinking wildly and walking aimlessly, he suddenly saw a figure shaking in front of him. In the misty snow, a blue figure stepped on the wind and snow, leisurely approaching him.

Zhuang Fan was taken aback, seeing that the clothes looked like a monk's robe, he couldn't help wondering, could it be that in this wilderness, could he meet other ascetic monks?

Zhuang Fan lowered his head to look at himself, fur coat, fur hat, sheepskin boots, and then at the misty figure coming from the snow, with blue monk robe and bamboo hat, he couldn't see the shoes clearly, he couldn't help feeling ashamed.

Tang Seng himself is a counterfeit after all, and he is not bitter at all.

He went forward, wanting to talk to the monk, but after walking a few steps, he froze on the spot.

Avalokitesvara on the lotus platform, with black hair and an old monk's robe, walked through the snow and fog, and came to Zhuang Fan. She stretched out her slender fingers, raised her hat slightly, and revealed her eyebrows like distant mountains. With Qinglingling eyes, dignified complexion and beautiful appearance, he said coldly: "Tang Sanzang, why are you wandering here in the snowy night? After seeing Guanyin, why don't you bow down?"

Zhuang Fan murmured: "I am confused, I don't know where to go."

He stepped forward and held Guanyin's hand. Guanyin was relieved when he saw that his palm was warm and not cold. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Fan opened his fur and stuffed it into his arms.

Zhuang Fan clasped Guanyin with both arms like iron tongs, and hugged him tightly. The two hugged each other in the snow, and they didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, Zhuang Fan dreamily murmured to himself: "Only seeing the Bodhisattva, the monk will know that this life is not a dream..."

What he said made people feel sad, Guanyin was originally huddled in Zhuang Fan's arms, but now he couldn't help stretching his arms, and hugged the person in front of him tightly in his arms.

The heavy snow filled the air, the sound of the wind stopped, the world was awe-inspiring, and the two became one, slowly covered by the snow, like a snowman.

Zhuang Fan hugged Guanyin, and then he felt a lot better, and his mood gradually stabilized. He hugged Guanyin with all his strength, jumped into the air, and walked away through the clouds and fog.

Guanyin didn't panic, hugged his neck, looked affectionately, and asked with a smile: "Little monk, where do you want to take me?"

Zhuang Fan listened, smiled slightly, and said: "I have a lot of delusions in my heart, and I am going to elope with the Bodhisattva."

After hearing this, Guanyin glanced at him and said angrily, "If you don't respect the Bodhisattva, you should be punished!"

Zhuang Fan said in a soft voice: "When we get to the place, the disciple admits the punishment. What the Bodhisattva says is what it is. The disciple admits it, okay?"

He pressed close to Guanyin's ear and whispered softly, "Even if you want to kneel in front of the Bodhisattva and ask your disciples to worship him day and night, the disciples are willing."

Avalokitesvara told him to speak so that his whole body trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to think about it any more, he just hugged Zhuang Fan's neck tightly, pressed against Zhuang Fan's cheek, sighed, and almost cried.

Zhuang Fan didn't know that Avalokitesvara was in the sky, seeing him wandering aimlessly on the snowy field, he was almost frightened to death, couldn't help it, and couldn't care about anything, so he changed into Avalokitesvara's cassock and only wore Zhuang Fan's. The old monk's robe came to look for him.

Zhuang Fan couldn't bear it anymore, he put Guanyin down and stood on his feet, the two of them gathered clouds and mists to cover their figures, and embraced and kissed in the mid-air of heavy snow.

The sky is full of wind and snow, and there is a raging fire in my heart.

Zhuang Fan kissed extremely deeply, with hot breath gushing out, if he didn't have a sliver of reason in his heart, he might lose his composure the next moment.

After a while, Zhuang Fan sighed and said, "Why are you here? Are you tired? Did you not take a good rest when you went back?"

Guanyin poked his forehead with his hand and said, "If it wasn't for a lone wolf running around in the middle of the night, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been tossed down!"

Zhuang Fan pinched Guanyin's messy hand and couldn't help giggling.

Unexpectedly, the next moment he discovered that Guanyin was wearing nothing but a monk's robe, the skin on his wrist was cold to the touch, and gradually warmed up.

Zhuang Fan said bitterly: "Little rabbit, are you going to die? Why don't you wear clothes?" Even the gods, the weather is too cold, so what should we do when we meet people?

Just now when Avalokitesvara was stepping on the lotus, and the auspicious clouds shrouded below, he didn't see it clearly, but let the white collarbone exposed by this little fairy shake all his mind, who would have thought that this person is so bold.

Guanyin told him to give him a hard time, he was wronged, his face was flushed, he held his head up, his eyes were misty, and he said in a trembling voice: "Who told you not to return my clothes last time!"

In the end, Zhuang Fan was afraid of freezing him, so he let go, took off the fur, wrapped Guanyin around him, hugged him again, parted the clouds, looked down, and planned to find a safe place to ask Guanyin to warm his body.

Where did Guanyin wear such heavy clothes? She felt that she could not breathe under the weight of the fur. She couldn't help kicking her legs twice, and her panting became heavier. She silently urged Zhuang Fan to hurry up. .

Coincidentally, after walking for a while, there is a running water below. In this cold winter weather, the mist is still steaming, and the water mist is continuous. Zhuang Fan smelled it with his nose, and he knew that there was a hot spring below. So he held Guanyin and fell down.

Zhuang Fan recalled the plot of Journey to the West at this time, and he remembered that after passing Zhu Ziguo and going forward, there was a Zhuogou Spring that was used by the Seven Fairies, but was taken over by a spider spirit.

He suspected that this place was the Zhuogou Spring, so he was worried that the goblins would disturb him, so in mid-air, he used the power of a Buddha to transport the gong power refined by the ray of primordial purple energy to the extreme, The coercion scattered in all directions, and all the goblins, big and small, ran away in an instant, trembling, not daring to turn back.

Avalokitesvara, who was wrapped in fur, also felt it, stretched out a smooth arm, stopped Zhuang Fan's neck, blew at him, and said: "The monk is so majestic, even this little rabbit spirit, I can't be scared." Scared to death!"

Seeing that he was dishonest, Zhuang Fan even came to seduce him, and said angrily: "Bao'er, how can I be willing to scare you to death, I just hope that you will soften your legs from scaring, be honest, and I will be blessed by the Bodhisattva."

Coming to the side of the spring, Zhuang Fan went over with a breath of immortality, dried a piece of ground, let out the tent and threw it on it, preparing for the two of them to wash and rest later.

After setting up the tent, Zhuang Fan threw away the leather jacket on Guanyin, hugged him and leaned over to feel the temperature of the water. Seeing that it was still suitable, neither hot nor cold, he slowly put the little fairy in his arms into it.

As soon as he entered the spring, Avalokitesvara's blue monk's robe was wet and stuck tightly to his body. He turned around, his hair was loose, and he had lost his bamboo hat long ago. The place was quite big and very secret, so he was very satisfied, swam back and lay down on the rock to look at Zhuang Fan, without blinking his eyes.

Zhuang Fan didn't dawdle, took off his coat, put on a thin underwear, and soon got into the water. When he got into the water, he didn't care about anything else, so he took a good look at Guanyin first, and saw that his face was flushed and he was very energetic. There is no frostbite on the hands and feet, so I can rest assured.

Avalokitesvara didn't say a word, let Zhuang Fan check it out, remembered what happened just now, and came over to hold his hand, but Zhuang Fan was still angry and refused to talk to him, Avalokitesvara was ashamed and sad, with misty eyes, tremblingly said: "Golden Cicada..."

In the end, Zhuang Fan couldn't bear his embarrassment, hugged Guanyin in his arms, and sighed: "If you are so bad, I will be really angry next time."

Guanyin whispered in a crying voice: "I saw you walking on the ground without thinking, and I was worried that you would be unhappy, so I was in a hurry to come down to see you..."

Zhuang Fan felt sour in his heart, kissed his forehead, couldn't help but also shed tears, and said: "As long as you are well, I will be happy, I will be happy..."

The two quarreled and got angry, and within a minute, they reconciled.

It's just that Guanyin was ashamed and covered his face and refused to look at him again, Zhuang Fan tweeted his little Guanyin, Guanyin exclaimed, and couldn't help but want to hit him again.

Zhuang Fan said: "If you hit it again, it will be broken!"

Guanyin pinched his face, and snorted: "I see your whole body, your face is the strongest, it can't be broken anymore!"

Zhuang Fan grinned and said, "I think I have the thinnest skin!"

Guanyin shot him a look, covered his ears and said, "I won't listen! I don't know what strange things you are going to say again!"

Sure enough, Zhuang Fan said: "Look, I haven't seen you for a few days, how long is my beard? What does this mean? I have a thin skin, and my beard will show through."

Such a silly old joke made Guanyin laugh so hard that he couldn't get up while clutching his stomach.

Zhuang Fan supported him, afraid that he would choke on water, and said: "You can't do this, why are you like Wukong, you can't hear any jokes!"

Guanyin couldn't hold back the smile on his face, he glanced at him and said, "I'm not laughing at that joke, I'm laughing at you!"

He stretched out his fingers to shave his face, and said, "Thick-skinned, bragging! I believe you are a puppy!"

Zhuang Fan said: "There is no such cute puppy as my Guanyin in the world!"

Tell Guanyin to spit hard.

Zhuang Fan said again: "Speaking of which, has the Golden Retriever finished gnawing on the bones?"

Avalokitesvara said: "How long has it been since Zizhu Forest has passed? It hasn't happened yet, but I'm watching, and it won't be long. Mu Zha and Longnu have been secretly going to see it these days. Once they go, then There will be a lot less bone."

Zhuang Fan laughed loudly and said, "Didn't you bring something else for the golden retriever?"

Guanyin said: "Speaking of this, didn't Iron Fan bring an old lady up there?"

Zhuang Fan hummed and said, "Why, this old lady has a story too?"

Avalokitesvara said: "There is no story, but there are a lot of accidents."

He sighed, and said: "Who would have imagined that this old lady was born as Iron Fan's personal nurse, but she can't cook. Every time she goes to my Zizhulin's kitchen, she has to fry it. It's just horrifying."

Guanyin patted his chest with lingering fear, and said: "Once, even the pot flew out and was buckled on Zhao Wu's head. If it wasn't for Zhao Wu's shortness now, it would just fit in the pot. I'm afraid I would be sent by someone with white hair now." A brunette."

Zhuang Fan was startled and laughed when he heard it, and said, "That's it, you still let her go to the kitchen?"

Guanyin was also very helpless, and said: "She said that she was the only servant in Manshan, and if she didn't do it, she asked the little masters to cook for her, and she couldn't eat it!"

Zhuang Fan asked curiously, "Then what happened later?"

Guanyin was very shy, and said in a low voice: "Later, we secretly took the purple rice soup, yellow vegetable soup, and green stew that the old woman made to the golden retriever. went!"

Guanyin was very worried, leaning her chin on the stone and said, "Just one or two meals is okay, I'm afraid that after a long time, if she finds out, it will hurt the old man's heart."

He sighed and said, "I'm thinking, I have no choice but not to go back to the Purple Bamboo Forest for dinner!"

Zhuang Fan covered his face and groaned, "God, after he finishes learning the scriptures, there will still be people alive in the Purple Bamboo Forest!"

The two were talking slowly, and when they came back to their senses, it was already past Xu time, it was almost midnight, and parting was coming soon.

Zhuang Fan was helpless, and said: "Don't be afraid, I will take you away after I finish learning the scriptures, so that you won't be tortured by that nun of your apprentice, okay?"

Seeing that Avalokitesvara was silent, Zhuang Fan took his hand and said, "Little Avalokitesvara, but you are shy? Do you want to follow me?"

Guanyin quickly withdrew her hand, covered her face, and said nothing, her exposed ears were so red that they were about to bleed.