Tang Seng is a cook

After Wukong left, Zhuang Fan suddenly felt a little empty in his heart. He wandered around in the kitchen for a while. He had nothing to do, so he extinguished the candle, and went to the porch of the bedroom, leaning against the pillar in a daze, watching Staring at the moon in a daze.

Ao Yu came out rubbing her eyes, leaned sleepily on Zhuang Fan, and said, "Master, let's go back to sleep."

Xiao Bailong closed his eyes and muttered to complain: "Senior Brother said, if you lose weight, Master, during the few days when he is away, he will eat dragon broth when he comes back."

Zhuang Fan couldn't laugh or cry, touched Ao Yu's sleepy head, and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Ao Yu shook his head, he ate his fill at the banquet in the afternoon without hesitation, just because the old city lord looked at the little monk, and saw that Ao Yu had a big appetite, he was afraid that the hospitality would not be good, so he ordered to serve Ao Yu, and then went to In the backyard, he had another meal of snacks and snacks. His stomach hadn't finished digesting yet, but he was very sleepy. After muttering a few words, he leaned against Zhuang Fan and became confused again, and he turned into a dragon again after a while. body, snoring everywhere.

Zhuang Fan sighed, he could eat and sleep, and sooner or later he would turn into a little chubby pig. He slipped his little apprentice into his sleeve, took out his fur, wrapped himself tightly, and even put on his hat, staring blankly. Start to stay.

The first day Wukong left, I missed him.

Zhuang Fan suddenly thought of such a sentence, and quickly spat at himself!The old man is so pretentious, he lifted the hem of his clothes, shaking off the goosebumps, and entered the house.

Having nothing to say all night, when Zhuang Fan got up early the next morning, he saw Ao Yu wrapped around his left wrist, mixed with the newly worn Shibazi, sleeping soundly.

Zhuang Fan raised his wrist and looked at it in the early morning sun. His disciple's dragon scales were shining with silver light, the lines were smooth and graceful, and the dragon head was very domineering. It turned out to be a very handsome bracelet.

He couldn't dislike the stupid apprentice he had taken in, so Zhuang Fan got up to wash up on his own, and by the way, he gave Ao Yu a few handfuls of clean water to scrub him roughly.

Afterwards, he dressed, cooked and ate, but the little one never woke up, and Zhuang Fan didn't care about him, and went to sleep with his apprentice, doing his own thing.

Wukong came back last night and said that the Bodhisattva had agreed to accept Zhao Wu. Zhuang Fan wanted to send a letter to the old city lord. Put on the straw hat, and put the rest of the luggage and cassock, ring and staff back into the Shibazi, then opened the corner door, and walked forward along the path in the mansion.

Zhuang Fan came out late on purpose, at this time the sun was high and the store was very quiet, Zhuang Fan went all the way to the front lobby unimpeded, the waiter was sweeping, saw Zhuang Fan, hurried over to say hello.

Zhuang Fan saluted and said: "Little benefactor, do you know where the shopkeeper is?"

Xiaoer said: "The shopkeeper was called away by the elders early in the morning, but he hasn't returned yet."

Zhuang Fan interrupted, it seems that the message to the shopkeeper will not work, so let's go for a walk by ourselves.

It was just that he had just left the gate of the mansion, and before he had walked a few steps, he happened to see the shopkeeper of the mansion walking towards him out of breath, so he stopped and greeted him: "Benefactor Zhao!"

The shopkeeper was so focused on walking to the mansion shop that he didn't pay attention to look at the two sides at all. In addition, his thoughts were disturbed. When Zhuang Fan called him unexpectedly, he was startled. come over:"……"

How embarrassing, can time be turned back, let's do it all over again, holy monk?

Zhuang Fan: "..." Are you dressed up in a scary way today?He raised the brim of his straw hat and looked at shopkeeper Zhao speechlessly.

The two looked at each other in dismay, and the shopkeeper hurried over to greet him: "I'm sorry, I'm rude! The villain lost his composure for a while, and lost his composure. Did you startle the holy monk?"

Zhuang Fannai said: "It's the poor monk who is being rude."

The shopkeeper waved his hands again and again: "No, no." Then he asked, "Where is the holy monk going?" After looking around, he said with a look of awe: "Why don't you see the two eminent disciples of the holy monk?"

He had just heard what happened last night from the old city lord. At this moment, his head was filled with the words "his fifth uncle is a goblin", "the second disciple of the holy monk is a dragon" and "his fifth uncle was taken by the disciple of the holy monk to Guanyin in the South China Sea to practice cultivation." Already" So many breaking news.

None of these news is much more serious than yesterday's "Dongtu Great Tang King's younger brother, the holy monk, lived in his own shop".

After all, no matter how high the status of the holy monk is, he is exactly the same as them, with a mortal body.

But what kind of dragons, goblins, flying saint monks who can restrain goblins and dragons, who has heard of it?Who has seen it?Hearing that shopkeeper Zhao was still trembling at the moment.

Fortunately, the two apprentices of the holy monk were not by his side at the moment, otherwise the shopkeeper Zhao was really afraid that he would not be able to control himself, so he knelt down directly.

Zhuang Fan laughed, and said: "The little boy was naughty, so he went to play. The poor monk is going to the city lord's mansion to see the boss."

When the shopkeeper heard it, his eyes lit up: "But is there any news about my fifth uncle?"

Yesterday at the banquet in the city lord's mansion, the shopkeeper helped arrange the ingredients, but he didn't attend the banquet, and went home after finishing the work. His third grandfather called him early this morning, told him what happened yesterday, and told him He must take good care of the three saints, the monk, the master, and the disciples. Don't be negligent. After finishing speaking, he kicked him out and told him to hurry up and don't delay on the way. It was outrageous.

Zhuang Fan nodded and said, "That's right." He didn't say anything else.

The shopkeeper's face was full of smiles: "It seems to be good news, then I will go with the holy monk!"

It was inconvenient for Zhuang Fan to refuse, so the two walked over slowly.The shopkeeper wanted to call for a carriage, but Zhuang Fan resolutely refused. He was so bumped yesterday that his butt is still hurting, so he should stop abusing himself.

Not long after they arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, they didn't even need to wait at the door. The shopkeeper led Zhuang Fan in, and another servant rushed into the inner Tongbing. Before he had gone far, he saw the old City Lord holding the hem of his clothes to greet him quickly. Probably didn't sleep well yesterday, and his eyes were red from the heat. When he saw Zhuang Fan from afar, he called out, "Holy Monk! Holy Monk! Oh, my trouble, Holy Monk!"

Zhuang Fan stopped quickly and saluted: "I have met you, my lord!" The two of them walked together, and the old city owner asked anxiously, "I don't know if the holy monks and disciples last night..."

Zhuang Fan nodded, and learned to the old castellan what Wukong came back to say last night, only skipping the part where the Bodhisattva begged for medicine, which was purely an internal communication with the bodhisattva, so I didn't mention it to the old castellan, lest they make trouble .

Just like this, the old city owner felt very comforted. After sitting down, he stroked his beard and sighed for a while, then asked: "I don't know how my nephew is doing now? Can you send a message to his mother?"

The old city lord sighed: "I also know that this is a bit difficult, but after all, his mother raised him so big, and suddenly she left, and for a while..." His sister-in-law is also getting old, and when she gets old, her temper becomes a little stubborn. I also love to think wildly.

Zhuang Fan nodded and said: "The Bodhisattva sent another disciple of mine, and he won't come back for a while. When he comes back, I'll ask him to see if Zhao Wu asked him to bring any letters." According to Zhao Wu's mother yesterday, Zhao Wu also knows a few words and can write a pen.

The old city lord bowed again and again, grateful.

After the two chatted a little more, Zhuang Fan wanted to leave, and said that he would rest in the city for a few days and maybe go out and go shopping, hoping that the tranquility of the city would not be spared.

The old city lord understands, the Taoist monk can do as he pleases, the two say goodbye without mentioning it, the old city lord turns around and tells his subordinates not to disturb the holy monk to rest, and they are not allowed to go to the mansion shop for cross-court visits. , everyone took orders, and gave orders one after another, strictly not to be disturbed.

After all, no one dared to offend Long's master.

Since then, Zhuang Fan has been strolling around the city shopping, sorting out ingredients, packing his luggage, and spent a few days leisurely with Ao Yu.

But the great sage, taking advantage of the darkness of the mortal world, traveled all night, but couldn't stop crying. He cried the whole way, the old ape wailed, and those who heard it wept blood. A Sanxian goblin paled in shock.

The monkey cried all the way to the Purple Bamboo Forest without stopping. He wiped his tears and lowered his cloud head. When he saw Mu Zha standing at the door, he was guarding the door after he was full of sleep. As entrusted, the elixir has been delivered, please pass it on to the waiter in Hui'an. Farewell!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Mu Zha to reply, he turned around and drove somersault cloud, then flew across the West Sea, and flew towards Fangcun Mountain, Lingtai, Hezhou, Xiniu.

As soon as Mu Zha went out, Sun Wukong threw two bottles of elixir without thinking, and although the monkey still spoke unceremoniously, he was much more polite. Why, I can only hold two jade bottles and go to the back mountain to find his master.

The Bodhisattva is having a barbecue in the back mountain, but he hasn’t practiced for many years. Either the fire is too big or the fire is too small. After making it for a long time, he didn’t eat his mouth. He was angry. When he saw Mu Zha coming, he asked, “Where is your sister?” Grill seafood for the teacher!

Mu Zha said in his heart that I just fell asleep, and within a quarter of an hour, I woke up and fell out of favor?Nai said: "Junior sister is crying in the room, I don't know why."

The Bodhisattva felt guilty and didn't say a word. Seeing that the big disciple was still standing and not going away, he frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Mu Zha took the two jade bottles at once: "Master, just now, what, Monkey King sent it." How to deal with this?

The Bodhisattva glanced at it and said, "If it's for your junior brother, take it to him and tell him to take a pill each."

Mu Zha said in his heart that he was going to fall out of favor, and the new idiot turned out to be my junior!He asked again: "Master, where will the younger brother live in the future?"

With a wave of his sleeve, the Bodhisattva threw the mushy squid somewhere, and said casually: "Find a sunny place, and after he finishes taking the medicine, you dig a deep hole for him and bury him."

Mu Zha has a face—0—this expression, buried, buried, buried?How deep is it buried?

"Junior brother has transformed into form." A big living person, is it true to bury him?

The Bodhisattva snorted coldly and said: "He is a fart, he can't speak well, and he looks so ugly. After taking the medicine, let him be buried for hundreds of years, let him take root and grow again! Re-transform!" So ugly, he drove this traitor out of Mount Putuo!

Mu Zha made the master hum so that his whole body trembled, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and obediently took the jade bottle to leave, and went down to bury his junior brother.

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small theater:

A few days later, the Great Sage was sent by his master to look for Zhao Wu in Zizhu Forest in the South China Sea, intending to ask him to write a family letter to his mother and his third uncle.

As a result, Zhao Wu was buried in the mountain behind the Bodhisattva, and all the branches and vines grew out, so he couldn't hold a brush at all.

Wukong was dumbfounded, what's the matter.

Trembling, Zhao Wu wove another small basket and stretched it out. There were a few bunches of grapes in it, and it was a red color, which was very strange. Sheng gave this to my mother, and she knew it."

The monkey had no choice but to take the red grapes back.

Seeing curiosity on the road, the monkey couldn't help but pick one and eat it secretly, but it was so spicy that it burst into tears, and could barely stand on the cloud, so it fell down. It happened to pass by a small stream, and the great sage plunged down. Filled myself with water.

When the monkey arrived at the city lord's mansion, his eyes were red, his lips were swollen, and he stuffed the grapes to his mother Zhao Wu without saying a word.

When his mother saw the grapes, her eyes turned red, she stuffed one into her mouth, tasted it and said, "It tastes like this, it's my son! My son, my mother's sweetheart~"

While crying, he ate up the strangely colored and domineering grapes.

The monkey secretly gave the old lady a thumbs up, awesome!

Since then, the Great Sage has never eaten other people's food.

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As an aside, Zhao Wu's parents may be a purple grape essence and a red pepper essence

(I have died laughing, no need to rescue)