Tang Seng is a cook

Monkey scratched his cheeks impatiently, and thought about it carefully. He spent almost the whole afternoon with the City Lord Zhao today, especially when he entered the door, he almost walked shoulder to shoulder with the little old man. The Great Sage can be sure that the City Lord is a mortal.

Although he seems to be in better health than other old men, with more energy and blood, he is still a clean mortal.

Although the golden light of merit on his body is only a faint layer, it is not as thick as the golden light of doctor Rong's merit in the pharmacy, so thick that he looks like breaking through the roof, but as an official, it is not an exaggeration for this City Lord Zhao to say that he is clean.

So, where does the strange suppressed evil spirit come from in this city lord's mansion?

Wukong is carrying a stick, wandering aimlessly in the city lord's mansion, he doesn't want to give up, his master will stay in this small town for ten days, he doesn't want to put his master in a dangerous situation because of his mistake.

If he couldn't find this goblin, he could only persuade his master to leave and go to a big town farther away... But Hou Zi felt that he couldn't open that mouth, and he didn't want to disappoint his master.

The great sage used his fiery eyes again and again, his eyes turned red, trying to find the goblin along the faint wisp of suppressed evil spirit.

At the banquet at the other end, Zhuang Fan had already discovered that his apprentice had slipped away, leaving only his body sitting there with his eyes closed.

Zhuang Fan didn't make a sound, seeing Ao Yu on the right hand shaking his head in sleepiness, with a small bald head thrown back and forth, he didn't bother to call him, he took the time by himself, waited silently for two quarters of an hour, looked back, and sat down. The one on his left is still a shell with motionless eyes under the eyelids.

Seeing that it was getting late and the remnants of the seats were already cold, and the servants outside the city lord's mansion were ready to light up the lamps, Zhuang Fan said to the old city lord and the crowd: "The journey to the west is long, and the night is lonely. Today I can receive the hospitality of the old man, and I can share with everyone." Gentlemen gather together and have a feast here, it is really a poor monk's three lives! Respect you again, I wish the past worries will be gone, and there will be no long-term worries in life!"

Everyone clapped their palms and said great goodness, and drank the cup to the full.

Zhuang Fan drinks with him, a glass of clear water, he is not afraid.

After toasting, Zhuang Fan leaned forward and said in a low voice: "My lord, it's getting late, but the poor monk still has some private matters, I want to talk to you, look at today..."

The old city lord nodded, and was about to speak when old doctor Rong sat closer to the holy monk. The old man got up quickly and said, "I'm very happy today, but I can't drink any more. The holy monk forgives my sins, please forgive me." Retire first." Then he bid farewell to the city lord.

The two were polite, and asked the housekeeper to send Mr. Rong away. The old man turned his face, winked at the rest of the people and made a pout.

Seeing that everyone had left, the old city lord ordered his servants to light the lamps. Seeing that the dim banquet hall was bright again, he said, "I don't know what the holy monk has to tell me, but it's all right. It's just that this place is messy and not a place for pure conversation. The holy monk moves."

Zhuang Fan smiled wryly in his heart, and said to himself that you are not in the right place to be so courageous, I just hope you don't faint for a while, and said: "It's okay, there's nothing wrong with this place, I'll trouble you later, my lord."

He turned his head and poked Ao Yu, wanting to tell Ao Yu to call his senior brother over, but Ao Yu had already fallen into Zhou Gong's hometown and could not return, following his master's strength, he fell to the ground and slowly turned into a small dragon , a foot long, spread out on the cushion, let out a snort, and blew out a crystal clear snot bubble.

Zhuang Fan blushed, grabbed Ao Yu in his hand, wiped his snot off his nose, and quickly turned back to the old city owner, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

shameful……

Looking at Master Zhao again, he was really about to faint.

When Ao Yu turned back into a dragon head before, he was being polite to Zhuang Fan and didn't look at him. Now Ao Yu turned into a living dragon in front of his eyes. Although the dragon was a little smaller, it was still a dragon!

The rest of the servants who were withdrawing the table were photographed by Longwei, also kneeling on the ground trembling, not daring to raise their heads.

Seeing everyone panicked, Zhuang Fanzheng didn't know what to do, and suddenly a furry paw stretched out from behind: "Master, give me your junior brother."

Zhuang Fan's eyes lit up, and he turned his head abruptly. His big apprentice, with red eyes, was sitting behind him and was attacking him.

Zhuang Fan felt relieved and asked, "What's wrong with the eyes?" He conveniently put Ao Yu in the monkey's hand.

The Great Sage said: "It's nothing." It's just that I have used it a little too much, and my eyes are a little tired.

He stroked Ao Yu's smooth and cold back, seeing that he was still asleep, the Great Sage leaned forward, took his master's teacup, poured cold water inside, poured a new one, touched the rim and found that it was not hot, It was slightly warmer, and I directly stuffed Ao Yu into it.

Zhuang Fan and the old city lord couldn't stop him, and watched the little dragon let out a "wow" and spread his body. After the mist evaporated, he turned into a young man in white, with a pearl on his head and a jade pendant on his belt. He was crying before he even opened his eyes. Zhuang Fan embraced: "Master, brother bullied me again!!"

Zhuang Fan smiled embarrassingly at the old castellan, who stroked his beard, dumbfounded, and couldn't even close his jaw.

The Great Sage grabbed Ao Yu by the ear and carried him over, smacked the back of Ao Yu's head: "Idiot! Tell you to look at Master, why did you fall asleep again?"

Ao Yu covered her ears, she was still yelling, but when Wukong said that, she suddenly felt ashamed, and said pitifully: "Senior brother, I'm really sleepy..." As soon as he lowered his head, tears fell down.

Zhuang Fan saw that the two apprentices were pitiful, so he hurriedly came to rescue him, saying: "Wukong, don't be busy training him yet. Tell the boss first, if you find out what happened."

Zhuang Fan almost didn't have to guess why the monkey's primordial spirit came out of the body, he must have discovered something abnormal in this mansion.

Wukong tapped Aoyu's forehead, but didn't pierce his carefulness in front of his master. He answered yes, turned around and said to Boss Zhao: "Old man, do you have a bunch of grapes in your house?"

The old city lord was instructing the steward to send the boys out first, when Wukong asked him, he was so busy: "Exactly, I don't know how the holy monks and disciples know?" The place where the grape trellis is located is not accessible to ordinary servants in the mansion, the three holy monks came here today, the old castellan only entertained them in the front yard, and never took them to the back.

But when he thought about how many people came from with supernatural powers, the old city lord felt that his question was a little redundant, and he felt tighter, and asked again: "But what's wrong with that grape trellis?" Is it infested?

Grape racks become fine?Zhuang Fan was stunned for a moment, thinking it was amazing. In Zhuang Fan's impression, this kind of vines had always been weak. He had never heard of grapes growing into essences in various fairy tales!

The monkey said again: "How many years have you raised these grapes?"

The old city lord stroked his beard, frowned and thought for a while, "I'm afraid it's been 20 years?"

The butler reminded the old city owner: "Master, it's 18 years."

The old city lord clapped his hands: "Yes, yes, 18 years ago, when a plague broke out in the city, the old doctor Rong strongly advocated treatment, and the old man was reluctant to rule the people. He went to visit during the period, and accidentally fell ill after returning home. The old man has been sick since childhood. Afraid of suffering, I drank medicine when I was sick, and drank until I almost wanted to die. One day, my old wife suddenly said that a grape plant grew under the window, and it bore fruit. The taste was quite sweet. Eat, since then, it has slowly recovered."

He sighed again: "It has been 19 years! Since the grapes suddenly grew out of the yard that year, the grapes bear fruit every year, and the fruit hanging time is also long. I tasted it, and it was better than others, so I love it very much. "

Zhuang Fan nodded, thinking, could it be that the grape spirit repays his kindness?

Sure enough, the monkey said: "You old man, the blessings are not small, there is a goblin willing to give up the essence of the body to save you, not bad?"

The old city lord and the butler were taken aback: "What? Fairy?"

Mr. Zhao's courage was about to shake out: "Ke Ke dare not talk nonsense, why is there a goblin?"

Wukong scratched the back of his head and said discouragedly: "It can be said that I only found the body of the goblin, but not the goblin himself. Old man, didn't you realize that every year you eat the fruit of this grape hanging, and you feel refreshed. Sufficient and strong?"

Then I went to ask the butler: "Your lord, have you ever been sick in the past 19 years? Cold, diarrhea, abdominal pain and heart disease? Have you ever had it? Have you ever had it?"

The housekeeper shook his head, took another look at his master, and said in a low voice: "Master, you and Madam, in all these years, I really haven't invited Dr. Rong to see a doctor." Every winter, no matter how cold, even a I have never sneezed, but I have grown old in the past few years, my waist and abdomen have become fat, and my wife is controlling me, not letting me eat too much sweet food.

The old man really wanted to pout his beard and shout that he and his wife are in good health!But thinking about his sickly body when he was young, he must have wilted immediately.

Seeing that the master was guilty and silent, the housekeeper clasped his hands and asked, "I wonder if the eminent monk can tell you, this grape essence, do you want to remove it?" The old city lord next to him gasped in distress.

The housekeeper also thought that the grape essence was quite good, but after all, it was a spirit monster, and I don't know if it would be harmful to the master after a long time, it's better to ask the holy monk.

The monkey scratched his cheeks, worried: "Let's talk about it after catching the goblin. This goblin is so good, he can't run far by himself here!" It's just that my grandson hasn't found it yet.

Zhuang Fan grabbed his apprentice's wrist: "Wukong!"

The monkey leaned over, "Master, are you tired?" After dawdling for a day, the goblin couldn't be found. I'm afraid that Master's small body can't stand it, why don't you go back to the inn to rest first?

Zhuang Fanxin said, looking at your master is like looking at a little chicken, I was tired after sitting for an afternoon without doing anything, and whispered: "Wukong, what are you going to do to find this goblin?" Ao Yu wanted to come over to eavesdrop, but was slapped away by the monkey without looking back.

The monkey looked blank: "What are you doing? A stick..." Just about to kill him, he quickly changed his words, "Knock out! Tie it up and send it to the Bodhisattva!" Isn't it love to bear fruits for people to eat? Go to the purple bamboo forest and get a fruit enough!

Think of him as a gift to the Bodhisattva!

Zhuang Fan said: "It really didn't hurt his life?" After all, the grape essence never hurt anyone, Zhuang Fan didn't want Wukong to commit murder for nothing.

Wukong gritted his teeth and nodded: "Master, why don't you believe in my disciples, I mean what I say!"

Only then did Zhuang Fan feel relieved, and he took the monkey's hand and said, "Wukong, you accompany Master all the way to the west. This trip is more than ten thousand miles away. We can't say how many wolves, tigers, leopards, demons and ghosts we will meet. Can't you promise Master one thing?"

The monkey knelt down and lay on Zhuang Fan's lap, looking into Zhuang Fan's eyes: "Master, tell me!" He didn't say yes or no.

Zhuang Fan rubbed the top of the monkey's head: "Wukong, you promise Master, if you meet a goblin in the future, you won't do it first, okay?"

The monkey rolled his eyes: "What if the disciples are too slow to react and stop, and they hurt the master?"

Zhuang Fan smiled calmly: "Master, those little monsters hurt him, don't worry." The gods and protectors are not free.

He leaned over and whispered into the monkey's ear: "As long as you don't attack first, we will have a case with the goblin later. If you can do it, the master promises you. If you encounter wolves, tigers and leopards who attack us on the road, you Hit whatever you want."

There are no animal protection associations these days. When walking in the wild, these beasts are prepared food. If you don’t eat them, they will eat you, so Zhuang Fan told Wukong to beat them casually.

Monkey's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Zhuang Fan nodded, and said calmly: "Of course. But you are not allowed to hurt anyone, and you are not allowed to fight with goblins first. But if there are goblins who hurt Master, don't panic, just beat him to death with a stick, dare to stop our master and apprentice Westwalker , All monsters can be killed. No matter what background this monster has, Master will support you."

He is not a saint either, he was sent to someone's door to be bullied.

He didn't believe that he wanted to eat his mount because he killed a man and sneaked into the lower realm. Those great powers could prevent him from going to the West Paradise. Anyway, Tang Seng is also a full-time courier brother of the Emperor and Tathagata Buddha, okay? up.

The monkey called Zhuang Fan so hot that he grabbed the corner of Zhuang Fan's clothes and called out "Master!" Tears fell from his eyes.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Zhuang Fan hin is disappointed, he failed to guess the goblin activity hin~

Since she is a goblin, she must be different from others...

Old Doctor Rong is a good man, don't misunderstand him

The mayor's wife...is just an ordinary old lady~

After this exclusion, there are not many people

Keep guessing, keep guessing, there will be a red envelope~

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