Tang Seng is a cook

The little soldier was so panicked that he hurried over to help him: "San San San San, you, you, you, are you..."

The old man pouted his beard and said, "Oh, it's okay! Shut up! Pick up my grapes!" The best grapes he picked were scattered all over the ground, which made him feel distressed broken.

His nephew was timid and honest, shut up when he told him to shut up, and turned around to pick up the scattered grapes and baskets on the ground, but he didn't care about the front and the back, and when he bent down, there were enough grapes, but he almost smashed his ass in the back On the face of the old city lord.

It made the old man vomit blood!

But my nephew knows that Yumu is not sensible, nor is he stupid, but his brain is not enough. He has been taught and taught since he was a child, and he has been beaten.Seeing that he was almost thirty, when he was in a hurry, he still couldn't open his mouth to speak.

With such a personality, he dare not let it out, either because he is afraid of bringing disaster to the family, or because he is afraid that he will suffer from being cheated, so he is placed in front of the eyes of the elders of the family, as a soldier, and asked him to receive some money , Anyway, can support the family.

The old city lord sat on the grape roots angrily for a while, seeing that his nephew had finished picking the grapes, and he was not panting anymore, so he slowly stood up on the grape trellis, patted the dirt on his buttocks, and dusted his sleeves , asked slowly: "Xiao Wu, what did your uncle and grandpa call you here?"

Don't ask too hastily, if you are anxious, he will be anxious, he is anxious, his tongue is tied in his mouth, and he can't hop a word.However, if there is something to report from the city gate, if it is Zhao Wulai, it must not be a bad or urgent matter.

The city lord's family name was Zhao, Zhao Wu saw that his third uncle was calm and calm, so his heart sank, he scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile: "San San San San San, it's a good thing!"

The old city lord held on to the grape rack and beat his waist. Hearing this, he sprayed him with his nose: "A good thing? In this land, it's a good thing if grain falls from the sky!"

The old man snatched the grape basket from his nephew, grabbed a few pieces and stuffed them into his mouth. While eating, he led his nephew out of the grape arbor and said vaguely: "Speak, What a good thing, let your uncle and grandpa instruct you to make such a trip?"

Zhao Wu then said: "Uncle asked me to tell third uncle that the monk who went to the west to get something came and said he wanted to rest in our city, so let me come back and tell third uncle." Just like a three year old.

The old city lord hadn't reacted at first, but when he figured out what his nephew said, he suddenly choked, coughing so loudly, his nephew came over to beat his back, and complained to him: "Third Uncle, you can still choke after eating something!" , so old, why do you look like a three-year-old child!"

His third uncle said fart!Which of us is three years old! ?

I went into the woods two days ago, Zhuang Fan didn't have such a strong feeling yet, now he is walking in this wilderness town with his horse, looking around, he can't help but sigh in his heart: Ma Dan's labor is really worn out. ah!

It is an antique town with pedestrians wearing sackcloth and rough clothes. Most of the houses are made of wood and stone. The windows of the shops facing the street are not pasted with window paper, but there are detachable door panels. The road is not paved with stone slabs, just a dirt road. There was no rain or mud for several days.

Zhuang Fan had originally planned to see an ancient city like the legendary European Middle Ages full of sewage, erm, and littered with garbage, but he didn't expect it. The city is poorer or poorer along the way. It is broken, but it is rare that there is no peculiar smell, and I can't help but think it's rare in my heart.

It was time to go to work, and there were no idlers on the road. The three masters and apprentices strolled into the city. After looking around for a while, Zhuang Fan felt that there was nothing new, so he said to his apprentice: "Wukong, can you find out about the inn?" Where? Let's go straight there."

After staying here, he can send the monkey home to visit relatives, and then take the little white dragon to go shopping!

The monkey scratched his head: "Master, this city is small, the inn is noisy and dilapidated, how can you live there, why don't we find a rich local man, go to his house, ask him to give alms to monks, find a Kuayuan, and you can stay for a while. I don’t want him to make offerings, and we fast every day, and we give him money, what do you think?”

Zhuang Fan thought for a while, and said, "Go to the inn first."

Turning his head and explaining to Wukong: "Master wants to buy things in the city. It's inconvenient to live in someone else's house. No matter how broken the inn is, it's better than living in the wilderness. It can always shelter you from the wind and rain, so you don't have to worry about it." The master didn't grow up in the pile of brocade brocades."

He said again: "It's okay to be noisy, after all, it's not as loud as a tiger's roar, right?" The monkey laughed and looked at the back of Master's head: "Master's wound has scabbed over, but there is nothing wrong with it."

Zhuang Fan just smiled, sighed in his heart, and thought to himself: "Why is there nothing wrong with it? Your master is no longer your master. That bastard Guanyin didn't even admit it, and didn't let me go home. It's really hateful!" Thinking of not being able to go back Home, couldn't help sighing.

Seeing his master suddenly depressed, Wukong asked, "Master, are you tired? Or hungry? Why don't we find a restaurant first?"

After hearing this, Xiao Bailong came over and put his head on the back of his senior brother, meaning to eat whatever you want, and I will fix it for you.

The monkey caressed the white horse's mane: "Horse, don't worry, when you settle down at night, I will prepare the best horse food for you! I miss my grandson, but I have raised Tianma before. Wouldn't it be easy to raise one of you? !?" So you will be hungry during the day.

As a result, the monkey was sprayed with a big snort by the little white dragon.

Zhuang Fan concealed his thoughts, and said: "Master, I think the city is so small, and the golden leaves may not be able to be spent." Taking out the golden leaves, should I go to eat, or to bring disaster to myself and the shop owner? up?

Wukong has always been ignorant of these daily affairs, and said: "So what, maybe he still dares not change the money."

Zhuang Fan laughed, and said: "Don't talk stupid! Well, instead of going to the inn, you can find a pharmacy first, sell some tiger bones, and exchange some silver coins."

Monkey nodded: "Listen to Master." The two led Xiao Bailong and went straight to the pharmacy in the city.

The path in the city was clearly remembered by the monkey after touching it once. After a while, he came to a store. A strong smell of Chinese medicine.

When Zhuang Fan was sick when he was a child, his mother would take him to see an old Chinese doctor, and then prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine for him to drink. Now that he smells the medicine, he can't help but feel sour water coming out of his stomach reflexively.

It's just that when he got here, he had to go in even if he had to bite the bullet. Zhuang Fan pretended to take out a bag from the luggage, which was actually beads, and told Wukong to watch the horse and luggage outside, and then went into the pharmacy by himself.

Wukong was worried about his master, he grabbed the reins of the horse and poked his head around the door of the pharmacy, but the little white dragon looked really ugly, so he dragged him out by the hem of his back.

Zhuang Fan carried a nine-tin ring stick in his left hand and a small bundle containing a few tiger bones in his right. He stepped into the shop, and a waiter came to greet him: "Master, do you want to see a doctor or get medicine?"

It was only then that Zhuang Fan realized that the pharmacy at this time was not just a place to sell medicines, it was a small private clinic!

Wearing monk's clothes and doing monk work, Zhuang Fan was holding something in his hand and couldn't do Namaste, so he had to recite the Buddha's name and said: "It's good, good, the little benefactor is polite. May I ask if the shopkeeper is here?"

The young man frowned, thinking that Zhuang Fan came here for alms, but their medical hall has always wanted a good reputation, so they didn't expel him, he just said: "Master later." Then he turned and lifted the curtain and went back to the back hall .

Not long after, an old man in common clothes came out with the boy, cupped his hands and said, "I've seen this master!"

Zhuang Fan handed over the small bundle to his left hand, clasped his palms together and said: "The poor monk is bothering you, passing by the precious treasure land, I'm short of money, but I have a few fresh tiger bones that I want to sell, I don't know if the shopkeeper can accept them?"

The old shopkeeper twisted his beard, and the boy only said that a monk came to see the shopkeeper, presumably for alms, but he didn't say that the monk wanted to sell something.

He looked Tang Seng up and down, and the shopkeeper saw the monk in front of him, although he was dusty, but his complexion was fair, his hands had no calluses, and he looked like a man with no strength to restrain a chicken. Where did such a person get fresh tiger bones? Could it be that he is a liar ?

He just opened the door to welcome guests, so he can't easily offend anyone. The shopkeeper is also a calm person, so he said: "Master, can you show me the tiger bones?"

"Of course." Zhuang Fan put the bag on the counter in the pharmacy, opened it and took a half step back: "Please pay attention to the shopkeeper."

The tiger bone was only shaved for two days. Although it was exposed to the sun for a long time and was blown by the wind all night, it was not completely dry. It had a special smell of blood and was slightly sticky to the touch. It was indeed fresh. Could not be fresher.

The old shopkeeper glanced at it, and immediately took a deep breath, he didn't even need to use his hands to shake it, just by smelling the smell and looking at the shape, the tiger bone was gone!

When he was young, he went to collect medicinal materials with his master, and was lucky enough to see a whole payment of fresh tiger bones. He pinched himself in disbelief. If it wasn't for the pain in his thigh, he almost thought he had turned back time!

The shopkeeper originally thought that this monk was the best, and he just used some wild boar, bison and other wild animal bones to cheat and abduct. Who would have thought that this big bag contained the bones of real tigers!This thing is really rare!Not to mention anything else, there are only two tiger knee bones!

The old shopkeeper smacked his lips with greed: "Master, I am back to spring, and the capital is small and the profit is thin. Your tiger bone is good, but I can't afford it... Sigh!"

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One sentence small theater: Finding that asking is useless, Master did not recite scriptures today