Tang Seng is a cook

The three masters and apprentices climbed out of the pond cleanly. The clothes of Wukong and Aoyu were precious and spotless, so they reworn them. Zhuang Fan was a little more troublesome because he no longer had clean inner clothes. Fortunately, he was quick. When Wukong and Aoyu were playing, he rubbed the clothes a few times, washed the clothes, rinsed them with clean water a few times, wrung them dry and threw them to the disciples to dry. It couldn't be more convenient and easy to use.

After working as a dryer, Wukong went to the back kitchen to pick up the meal without any complaints.

Zhuang Fan didn't want to scare people, he didn't want any beef and mutton hand pilaf, so he honestly ordered vegetarian food, because there were no delicious vegetables in this season, in a hurry, after asking the shopkeeper, he cooked a large bowl of vegetarian soup cakes , that is, noodles, served with a few plates of small pickles, the taste is decent.

The innkeeper also specially added two bunches of high-quality grapes to the holy monk, which was very sweet. Needless to say, the monkey, Zhuang Fan also liked it very much, but he sighed inwardly, it's a pity that he came at an untimely time and missed eating cantaloupe It is said that the melon is so sweet that you will stick your fingers together after eating it.

There is no cantaloupe at the moment, but there is a rice bucket. The little rice in front of me is not enough for Xiao Bailong to eat alone. Tang Seng and Wukong have small stomachs, so they each ate a bowl, and Xiao Bailong ate the rest with the basin It's over, and he still clamors that there is no meat, and he is only seven or eight percent full.Fortunately, it didn't turn into a real body at this time, otherwise it would be edible.

Looking at such a worthless bucket, Zhuang Fan couldn't help sighing, the gold is too little, and he probably won't be able to support his apprentices in the future, the monkey sneered at the side, and said that he should just let Ao Yu transform into a horse, after all, there are grasses everywhere, and you can just bow your head You don't need to spend money to eat, and you won't be hungry if you keep it. It made Xiao Bailong so angry that his face was covered with smoke.

The two brothers didn't agree with each other, and fought again, aggressively, which made the little yellow dog outside the wall bark too.

After bathing, the sun is warm and warm at noon, the breeze is coming, the ginkgo is rattling, and the yellow leaves are falling all over the ground. The sky is clear and high in autumn, and the white clouds are slowly slipping away. Uh meow chirp, sitting on the couch in front of the window, Zhuang Fan felt a rare peace of mind. After looking at the sky for a while, he felt his eyelids softened and his eyelids felt sticky. After a while, he leaned on his head and fell asleep on his side. past.

Wukong and Aoyu couldn't move anymore, they were chatting quietly around the master, and after a while, they also quietly snored.

The small courtyard was quiet for a while, but outside, the old city lord had already chased half of the city in search of the holy monk from the Tang Dynasty.

As early as more than a month ago, the old city lord, Mr. Zhao, received a secret tip from a friend in the capital, saying that the king of Tang sent a holy monk out of Chang'an to go to the west to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. Let him listen carefully, as if the holy monk is lucky enough to pass by If he is lucky enough to be sympathized with by Shangbang, maybe he will be able to move back to the capital in his lifetime.

After spending many years in this desolate town, the old city lord still had grievances and ambitions at first, but as time went on, he got older, and his family gradually took root here, living peacefully and peacefully, without having to fight with others. After letting go of that thought, Mr. Zhao actually has no interest in the capital city that has become increasingly blurred in his memory.

In addition, after receiving the letter, the old city lord carefully studied the border map of the Tang Dynasty and the location of his small town, and found that no matter how the holy monk walked, he would not be able to reach his small town, which is not a shit, after leaving the customs. After resting my mind, I didn't even mention it to my family and subordinates, but I just thought of it occasionally, and I felt a little sad in my heart.

God, the holy monks of the Shangbang, from the prosperous Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty, received the imperial decree of the king of the Tang Dynasty. See you soon.

Although the city owner is old, he still has a heart to chase stars.

How can he imagine that when he has no hope at all, the heavens will "baji" drop a holy monk to him!It is truly blessed by Amitabha Buddha!

The old city lord was very excited, pouted his beard and pondered, patted his nephew on the shoulder, and gave Zhao Wu a long vacation first.

This child is clumsy, if he stays with him, he is afraid that if he is not careful, he will make the holy monk angry, so let him stay at home honestly these days, and his mother will take care of him.

Think about the scene where he invited the holy monk to the table, and Zhao Wu rushed to himself during the banquet, and then smashed his ass on the face of the holy monk, hey~~~ The old city owner couldn't help shivering, and pictured this beautiful picture in his head. The scenery that cannot be seen is completely smashed!

He simply sent Zhao Wu away. The old city lord, Le Diandian, carried the grapes back to the house to change his clothes. He was going to see the holy monk. He accidentally forgot to wipe off the grape seeds and grape juice sticking to his beard. He was caught stealing sweets The old wife scolded bloody, really desolate.

Usually, I would be depressed for three or four days after being scolded by my old wife, but now it has become a trivial matter. Leaving the City Lord's Mansion.

Then he stood in a daze on the street.

The small town said whether it was big or not, and old Liu Guang asked Zhao Wulai to report that the holy monk had arrived, but he didn't say where the holy monk had gone. Where did he go to meet people?

Strolling all over the city?random?Let's see if God rewards me again?

The old city lord slapped his head, hey, this is what you did!A bunch of fools!Turning his head and leading the people to the city gate, he planned to ask Lao Liu which direction the holy monk had gone.If you want to say that you can ask a fast-legged boy to come and ask, but the old city lord can't hold back his excitement at all now, so he might as well go there by himself.

The city gate official, that is, Zhao Wu's uncle, Old Liu, also murmured in his heart. He sent out two groups of people this morning. No?Where did the monk go?Didn't get lost?That brat Zhao Wu didn't hear back either. Could it be that the city lord didn't take the holy monk seriously?

The holy monk was not lost. Originally, Lao Liu sent two idlers to follow Tang Seng and his disciples, but they followed. After visiting the clay figurine stall, we finally wandered to the inn. After such a long circle, we finally walked around the main street and squatted at the gate of the Xiaokua courtyard where Tang Seng and his disciples lived, and guarded it very competently.

Of the two living people, none of them wanted to go back and report a letter to the city gate official, so maybe it was possible that they were reluctant to leave.

Coincidentally, the shopkeeper of Zhao's Mansion is also from the Zhao family, just a side branch, and the customs clearance document that Zhuang Fan brought out surprised the shopkeeper. The holy monk, the younger brother of the Tang Dynasty, came to this city?Such an important person, you have to tell the elders at home!It's rare to have a heart-to-heart connection with the city gate official.

After Tang Seng and his disciples were invited to stay, the shopkeeper hurriedly ran to the city lord's mansion to report the news, but he was one step too late and missed the old city lord.

When the shopkeeper of the mansion was sweating from the city lord's mansion to the city gate, Lao Liu slapped his thigh and said, "The master just left, so I went to your place! Hurry up and catch up, you can catch up with two steps!" If not The gate of the city cannot be separated from people, and he has already followed.

The shopkeeper really wanted to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, but he couldn't. He stood there and took a few breaths, then turned around and ran back home, hurriedly chasing the castellan's gang at the door of the inn. .

Holding his knees, the shopkeeper called out out of breath, "Three, third grandpa!"

The old city lord was timidly apprehensive about being close to his hometown, when he heard the voice turn around: "Wow, why are you in such a mess!"

It can be said that he ran around the city in a small way!It's a cold day, and I'm sweating all over my face. It's dry these days, and the road is dusty. When I wipe my sleeves, my face is muddy and my hair is loose.

The old city lord took out his sweat towel in distaste: "Wipe it quickly, it's dirty, it's so big, it looks like a mud monkey! Monkeys are cleaner than you!" Little did they know that the particularly clean monkey was smelling delicious. Sleep in the house.

The shopkeeper wanted to cry, but who am I doing this for? While wiping his sweat, he led the old city lord to the back street: "The holy monk from the Tang Dynasty built a courtyard, and the main entrance is on the back street."

When the old man goes to see the holy monk, he naturally cannot knock on the back corner door, what is that called.

A group of people immediately straightened their hats and straightened their clothes, and then solemnly walked towards the back street.

While walking away, the old man scolded his grandson: "Why do you still ask the holy monk to pay for it!" The shopkeeper's frowning face: "I can't accept it either, the holy monk said, he wants to stay for a few days, and he even rented out the best yard." , if I don’t collect money, he won’t live anymore, you see?” You can’t really compare this with the holy monk, can you?

The old city lord stroked his beard and nodded: the holy monk is benevolent and righteous.I also heard that the holy monk will stay for a few more days, so I couldn't help but feel very happy.

Turning the corner into the back street, it is very quiet here, a few dolls who have not entered school are leading a few fat milk dogs to play, and they are not afraid when they see adults coming, they run over happily, round and round : "Grandpa Zhao!"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "It's all good." He skillfully took out a few pieces of candy from his sleeve, and the children took them one by one obediently, and they rubbed their heads one by one: "Go and play!" .”

Only then did the children rush away with the big and small dogs, revealing two idlers squatting in the deep porch opposite the entrance of the small courtyard.

At this time, Zhuang Fan had already woken up from a nap, and was holding a small comb, gently combing his apprentice Wukong's hair. The day he saw the monkey, he wanted to do this, but the monk didn't have a comb, so he endured it all the time.

When I was taking a bath in the bathroom today, I saw the comb next to the bath beans. Zhuang Fan's eyes lit up instantly, and he took it with him when he came out of the bathroom.

The wooden comb provided in the bathroom of the inn has thicker and blunt teeth. Wukong’s hair is thick and thick. It has not been groomed for many years, and it also sheds a lot. It is tangled and knotted. It is not easy to use. Carefully stroking the monkey's fur, I felt extremely happy.

Putting Wukong on his lap, Zhuang Fan combed the monkey's hairy head with moderate strength, so comfortable that the monkey grunted and refused to get up after waking up.

Wukong ate the elixir yesterday to detoxify, and he was full and sleepy again. His coat color is more shiny and golden than when he first saw it. After combing it, it is extremely smooth and feels very good. Zhuang Fan is happy to continue masturbating when he sees his apprentice lying in bed hair.

As soon as the little white dragon fell asleep, he unconsciously turned into a dragon shape. Maybe he subconsciously knew that the couch was small, so he turned into a palm-sized little dragon, hanging on the master's chest, his body hidden in Zhuang Fan's clothes, and his two paws hanging on the On Zhuang Fan's collar, only his big head was exposed, and he was snoring loudly, blowing out a snot bubble that changed in size and size. Zhuang Fan didn't bother him, and slept with his apprentice. This guy wakes up, it can be seen that he is reassured and boldly asleep.

The three masters and apprentices steal half a day's leisure, and the old city lord, with his subordinates and grandsons, encounters a "ghost hitting the wall" at the gate of the courtyard.

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Everyone in the world says: Don’t look at some people who look good on the surface, but in fact they don’t even have a cat behind their backs.

Zhuang Fan made a sullen face: I don't have a cat, but I have my apprentice!