Tang Seng is a cook

As soon as these six words are uttered, it is really cold and soaking, which makes people feel that it seems to be more severe than the cold wind in this deep winter, as if even the heart, liver, spleen and lungs are frozen stiff.

The sledge became silent for a while, Bajie turned his head away, staring blankly at the snow-covered wilderness flying by, and did not speak for a long time.

Zhuang Fan and Wu Kong didn't bother him either, and told the little pig to think about his own thoughts.

Monkey had little contact with mortals since he was a child, and these trivial matters of mortals have always been off his mind. Just now when Master said that "words are like knives", he still didn't take it seriously. After hearing what Master said, he said in his heart: "It's strange that Master doesn't want to talk about people easily. Not good, we need to leave some leeway for speech. The knife and the gun will not move, and they are forced to commit suicide, but they still want to die calmly..."

Wukong sighed, and said to himself: "What is the world..." Being a human is really complicated and difficult, after all, it is not as comfortable as mountain spirits and wild monsters.

For some reason, the monkey felt a bit of pity in his heart, and he didn't know who it was for.

The three masters and apprentices were silent all the way, and they walked for another hour or two. When Wukong saw that it was halfway through the sky, he slowly pulled the rein and prepared to take a rest. It won't work for a long time, and I have to come down and do some activities.

Another one, he heard the stomach of the idiot beside him groaning, the sound was very loud!It can be called deafening!

Finding a place sheltered from the wind, Zhuang Fan took out two pieces of cakes for Ba Jie, told him to pad his stomach first, and then went to wipe the sweat and hair of the caramel cake, and led it for a walk for a while. , because I have to continue on my way later, and I didn't feed too much.

Zhuang Fan felt sorry for Caramel Cake who was tired all the way, and secretly took the little apprentice's sugar ball to feed it.

The gluttonous caramel cake was so happy that he rolled his tongue and chewed it twice. Hearing Zhuang Fan's toothache, Wukong was burying the pot for cooking. Greedy and fat, I changed it if I couldn’t run anymore!”

The caramel cake pretended not to understand. Zhuang Fan was here, and it was not afraid of Bi Mawen. It arched Zhuang Fan's head twice, and wanted to mess around again. Zhuang Fan leaned into its ear and whispered: "Next time! Well, my apprentice is fierce, he has money, but I have no money, so I have to listen to him."

Caramel cake healed twice in anger, and reluctantly went to eat the horse feed. Seeing that it was obedient, Zhuang Fan stroked the smooth mane of Caramel cake with satisfaction, and turned around with a smile, er...

The rich apprentice was standing behind him, looking at him with arms folded and a smile on his face.

Zhuang Fan pretended nothing happened, and said, "Are you hungry, is the fire ready? Master will cook now!"

Beside the pot and stove, the idiot was still languid at this moment, his big ears drooped listlessly, and his long arched mouth was suppressed. Now he was squatting by the campfire with his sleeves folded, his eyes staring blankly at the flames. He ate the pastry given by the master in two bites, but didn't taste anything.

Zhuang Fan walked over and saw that the clothes on Bajie were a little thin. They had a fight with Wukong in the snow just now, and they were even torn. The shoes on his feet also had two holes. He remembered that he had made a lot of clothes in the small town before. He took out a slightly bigger set, looked at Bajie's feet, but they were bigger than monkey's feet, similar to his own, took another pair of thick boots, handed them to Wukong, and grumbled at the stupid pig.

The monkey understood it, took the clothes, shoes and socks, strode over, grabbed Ba Jie's ear, and made Ba Xiaodai jump, whooping, "What are you doing, brother! What are you talking about! Why? Do it!"

Wukong said: "Seeing that you lost your soul, calling you for fear will shock you instead! Let's go, let's do a business with my grandson!"

Unable to break free, Bajie hurriedly called to Master: "Master, look at Senior Brother!"

Zhuang Fan was busy cooking, and said with a smile: "Let's go! Wukong, don't bully your junior brother, walk well!"

Only then did the monkey walk away with Bajie hooked on his shoulders, stuffed him, his clothes and shoes into the sledge, and said, "The new clothes that Master found for you, change them!"

He said outside the curtain again: "At any rate, you are also a goblin, but Master is worried that you are afraid of the cold! He even brought his own boots for you to wear!"

Bajie touched the new clothes, his heart warmed up, and he sat on the back seat of the sledge and carefully changed it by himself. It was complete inside and out, but the clothes were made according to Tang Seng's figure, and they were a little tight. Bajie quickly put away his rough clothes. He has a bold and unrestrained figure, and seeing that the clothes are nice and clean blue, which is very decent, he is afraid that he will not match his appearance, so he puts away his fat head and big ears and mouth.

After wearing the clothes, I took off the old shoes, wiped the feet with the old clothes, put on the new socks and shoes carefully, straightened the clothes, straightened the flower hat on the head, wrapped up the original body, and put it on. He lifted the curtain and walked out.

Wukong was waiting with his chin on a stick, when he saw the curtain shaking, he said: "It's changed, let's go..." Right?

He was suddenly speechless, tsk, who is this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in front of him, wearing a blue monk robe and a flowered cap?

The monkey leaned over with a straight face, opened the curtain to see, there was no one inside, and said: "Where is my junior brother? Where did you come from the fairy! Did you eat my junior brother!?"

The golden cudgel stretched out in vain: "Life for life, take your life!"

Bajie didn't accept the monkey's cold joke, he started to laugh: "Brother, isn't it pretty?"

Wukong rubbed it, clicked his tongue and said: "A monk, what do you want to look good!"

With a hook on Bajie's neck, he pulled him towards the bonfire, "Let's go, let's go to eat! Listen to your belly howling, not only looks good, but also sounds good!"

Ba Xiaodai blushed and said, "I haven't eaten enough for a few days, Laozhu eats a lot."

Wukong didn't care, "what's the matter, your second senior brother eats a lot, so master can still feed you."

He has seen Tang Seng's store of food, and he has whatever he wants. During the few days in the Guanyin Temple, the master also spent the whole day in the kitchen, focusing on preparing food.

Hou Zi thought to himself, the master prepares in this way every place where he is sharpened, maybe he is worried that he will take a hundred or so apprentices?

As a result, when Bajie, the idiot, began to eat, the monkey bit his chopsticks and thought blankly: There is no need for more than a hundred people. According to the way Ao Yu and this idiot eat those things, they may have a famine within a few days.

The monkey looked at the white and fat little monk eating Hesai in a hurry, and sneaked up to Zhuang Fan, and said quietly to Zhuang Fan: "Master, do we have enough food?"

Zhuang Fan said with a smile: "That's enough. Besides, your junior brother has no oil in his stomach and is very hungry. It will be good to feed him for a few days. After a few days, his stomach will be cured, and the master will prepare some hard food for him." He eats, he has a deep stomach, how can he eat so much, you think he is Wu Wang." Wu Wang is a dragon, and he does not know how big a stomach is in his body.

Gao Yuanwai said that Bajie swallowed a hundred sesame cakes in one go, it was purely because there was no fat and protein in the meal, so he could only use starch to make up the number.

Zhuang Fan's father always liked to tell him that life was difficult in the past. When his father was a child, he once saw students come to the farm to work on the farm. The young man swallowed twenty steamed buns with the size of a fist. Later, the teacher who led the team was afraid It stopped when it was too full, and it was not called eating.

The monkey smacked its lips, let out an oh, and said in wonder, "Then Master, you prepared so much food, can we finish it?"

Zhuang Fan said: "Isn't it safe to be prepared? Anyway, it won't break if you store it, and it won't sink if you hold it. We have to be prepared to see the town for a long time."

The two masters and apprentices were talking here, and Bajie raised his head on the opposite side: "Master..." His voice was choked up. The distance was not far away, and he was not deaf. Naturally, he heard what the master and senior brother said, but he didn't know what to say. what's good.

Zhuang Fan hurriedly said: "Eat well!" He leaned over, filled a bowl of soup for Ba Xiaodai, and prepared to slip away.

After eating and drinking, the monkey led Bajie to clean up the bowls and chopsticks. With water on the fire, the monkey taught Bajie to clean the pots, bowls and chopsticks with snow, and finally scalded them with boiling water before putting them away. From now on, they will all be Bajie Who told him to rank the smallest job?

Bajie learned with all his heart, and carefully extinguished the bonfire with residual water, ice and snow. The three masters and apprentices cleaned up all the traces left by themselves, and then started on their way again.

Caramel Cake had been full for a long time, and he took a nap while standing up. Now that he was rested, he pulled up the sledge and walked as fast as he did in the morning.

A while ago, the monkey touched a pill and stuffed it in its mouth. Now the caramel cake has not only increased its physical strength, but also understands human speech more and more.

Bajie was fed and clothed, he became more energetic and confident, after all, his master and senior brother did not dislike him for eating too much, so he got on the sledge and went to Zhuang Fan's side, and said to his master eagerly: "Master ,me……"

Zhuang Fan was a little sleepy after eating, but when he saw that the new apprentice was coming to have a heart-to-heart talk with him, he immediately regained his energy, sat up straight, smiled very kindly and said: "Speak, master, listen!"

Bajie scratched the back of his head, blushing, and summoned up his courage, "Master, I really want to follow Master to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures," he stammered, "But but but, but, before Master gave me After talking about those things, I thought about it, my lady, I left in a hurry, and I haven't settled her down yet."

Ba Jie lowered his head: "Although his family didn't treat me well later, they provided for my food after all. Although she is a little cold, she also knows to bring me water and food when I'm busy, and add clothes to me when it's cold."

The idiot said sadly: "I'm gone, I can't go back, I don't want, I don't want her to be insulted with sarcasm!" Even like the master's mother, she was forced to commit suicide by the knife-like words...

He buried his head deeper and deeper: "I think she is like other women in the world. She has a beautiful family for the rest of her life. After a hundred years, she will be full of children and grandchildren, and she will be an old lord who can be worshiped." Instead of being alone, she will be a lonely soul after death. Wild ghosts, no one worships.

Zhuang Fan was speechless, did he want Gao Cuilan to marry another?The heart is good, but what to do with this matter?

After all, Bajie is near Gao Laozhuang, and he is already well-known as the son-in-law of the pig demon. If he wants to ask Gao Cuilan to marry someone, does he have to travel thousands of miles to marry far away?But she is the third daughter of her parents, the youngest daughter of Gao Yuanwai and his wife who want to stay at home, if she is gone, who will take care of the two old people in the future?

Don't even think about relocating your family. In this day and age, this land where demons and ghosts are everywhere...

Zhuang Fan rubbed his forehead, looked at Bajie who was about to get his head under the chair, so he could only pat his apprentice on the back to cheer him up: "Okay, Master knows about this matter, Master will find a way, okay? "

Ba Xiaodai raised his face and looked at Master expectantly, his eyes were big and round, shining brightly: "I believe in Master!"

Zhuang Fan smiled wryly in his heart, and said to his apprentice, if you believe in the master, then the master can only do a big job!

Zhuang Fan quickly said: "Bajie, you go to the front and bring your senior brother over, the master will discuss something with your senior brother!"

Excitedly, Bajie sat back to the front, took the rein from his senior brother, and tried to steer the horse happily, but Caramel Cake didn't need it to guide him, and he knew how to find his way west.

Monkey rubbed back, squeezed to his master, and asked with a smile: "Master, what's the matter?"

Zhuang Fan whispered a few more words into the monkey's ear, the monkey frowned, rubbed its chin and said, "Master, this apprentice has never done this job before." Zhuang Fan whispered again: "Then do you think Bodhisattvas will do this?" ?”

The monkey nodded: "Sure, they are very good at such deceiving tricks!"

Zhuang Fan sighed regretfully: "It's better not to put Hui An back!" He should just keep him for dinner!They want meat for dinner!

At this time, I only heard someone talking on the sledge: "I am here, I am not leaving!" The three masters and apprentices were shocked!

Bajie hastily reined in the reins, and the monkey jumped out to see, was it Mu Zha or who was sitting on the top of the sledge?

Wukong's face turned black, and he pointed at Mu Zha: "Why did you eavesdrop on my master-student conversation!?"

Mu Zha laughed and said, "I'm that person! It's not like my master wants to take turns to protect the Dharma to do periodic work reports, look at their recent schedule, rotation, and attendance rate, etc. Check if there is any Neglect of duty! I said goodbye to the holy monk just now, and I went to do this, no, lorry, I just finished it! I’m starving to death!" Hearing that Zhuang Fan went straight to the play, he thought that Bodhisattvas are also particular now Rules and regulations?

Seeing that Zhuang Fan had also come out, Mu Zha said carelessly, "Holy Monk, is there anything to eat?"

Yes, yes, enough!If you don't have it, you have to have it!If you ask for something from others, you must be courteous to others!

So Mu Zha and Zhuang Fan sat behind the sledge, holding a roast chicken, and gnawed until their mouths were dripping with oil.

Zhu Xiaoba turned around and glanced twice, staring eagerly, with a big greed written all over his face, the monkey said quietly: "Look at what he is doing, senior brother will catch you a fresh one in two days, ask master to make it now, bake it now The skin is crispy on the outside, and the meat inside is tender and juicy, so delicious!"

Zhu Xiaoba swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and said in surprise: "Brother, we can still eat..."

In the middle of talking, the monkey quickly stopped: "Hard goods, hard goods, why don't you talk about it, master, I will nourish your stomach first, and I will do it in a few days!"

Zhu Xiaoba was puzzled and said: "Master even named me Bajie..." Didn't I want to fast?

The monkey grinned: "Master even named me Xingzhe, I didn't even take a few steps on this journey."

Zhu Xiaoba remained silent, and obediently sat there swallowing his saliva and fantasizing.

In the back, Mu Zha ate two chickens all the time. On a cold day, Zhuang Fan felt a stomachache for him. He wanted to warm up the chicken for him, but he didn't do it. smell.

After eating and drinking, Zhuang Fan lowered his voice and muttered to Mu Zha for a long time. After Mu Zha heard it, he slapped his chest and said, "What's so difficult! Leave it to me! Holy monk, don't worry! This is a good thing, I Master often said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! At least three lives!"

Saving Gao Cuilan is equivalent to saving Gao Yuanwai and his wife!

Zhuang Fanxin said, silly boy, didn't I make your master angry? He smiled coyly and asked, "Mu Zha, the poor monk wants to ask, how did your master look when you came?"

Mu Zha said dumbfoundedly: "It's pretty, my master has become more and more beautiful since he put on women's clothes!"

The answer is very straight, it makes people speechless, and I want people to beat him!

Zhuang Fan held back, and asked again: "Your master is in a good mood?"

As soon as Mu Zha's eyes lit up, he exchanged a sneaky look with Wu Kong who had turned his head, and the two of them laughed mischievously, making Zhuang Fan confused: "You two stinky children, what are you playing?"

Mu Zha said again: "Holy Monk, don't worry, my master will do anything about the Holy Monk! Do you have any other orders?"

Zhuang Fan thought about it and said: "Ah, the poor monk wants two copies of the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra written by the Bodhisattva." He wiped his sleeve, took out the golden scripture book that Wu Wang made a few days ago, handed it to Mu Zha, and said He said: "This is a gift from the poor monk!" He really had nothing else to offer, most of the rest was food, so he couldn't give two roast chickens to the Bodhisattva.

Mu Zha put it in his arms: "The holy monk, I'm leaving now?"

Zhuang Fan nodded: "Come and play often!"

Mu Zha was so choked that he didn't know how to answer, so he scratched the back of his head twice, but the monkey laughed again in front of him, causing Mu Zha to beat him, and the two jumped out on the speeding snow sledge After a commotion in mid-air, Mu Zha left. Before leaving, he shouted, "Where did you hide Ao Yu?"

Wukong stepped on the somersault cloud, and said with a smirk: "My junior brother changed his name from Aoyu to let you know that he is now in the same rank as me, and Wangwang is added."

Mu Zha reacted in his heart, and asked, "Ao Wu Wang?"

Just as Wukong was about to say "good dog", he suddenly remembered that he couldn't bury his own junior like this, so he nodded, held back his laughter and didn't make a sound.

Mu Zha scratched his head again, his bun was almost loosened by him, curled his lips and said, "Ao Yu is better to hear and remember! Ao Wu Wang, how strange."

While talking, he waved to Wukong and left.

Mu Zha went all the way back to the Purple Bamboo Forest, and reached the back mountain by a familiar way. Sure enough, Master, Junior Sister and the others were still eating, and even drank the juice.

With an errand on his body, Mu Zha didn't dare to act presumptuously. He stepped forward to meet the Bodhisattva: "Master, I'm back!"

The Bodhisattva was holding the fruit juice to drink. The bunch of steamed buns hadn’t been eaten yet. It was too spicy. He didn’t dare to eat it quickly. He was prone to hiccups when he ate too much. Seeing the apprentice with a flying bun, he came back. He frowned and said, : "Did you fight with someone?"

Mu Zha shook his head blankly: "No." Those two tricks with Wukong were like arguing, not even tickling.

Hearing that there was no fight, Guanyin didn't bother to care about it, and said: "Tell me, what are you seeing, what should I do?"

Mu Zha told the story of the holy monk's acceptance of the Bajie. The Bodhisattva's face was cold, but the corners of his mouth were quietly pursed, hiding a smile, and he said to himself, compared to before, he can talk more!

It's just facing me, I don't know why, but my mouth is as hateful as ever!

After Mu Zha finished talking about the holy monk's acceptance of disciples, he took out another thick memorial, which was the duty record of the rotating Dharma protector.

Mu Zha was about to recite carefully according to the human head, but the Bodhisattva couldn't bear to listen to this, so he waved his hand and said, "You don't need to recite if you don't get out of the basket."

Mu Zha said: "There is no other big thing, but there is a little Dharma protector Xiangqian who privately took a bottle of elixir promised by the holy monk and bought a lot of iron ore for the holy monk. It was just found out at this moment, master, fine?"

Guanyin lay lazily on the couch, and said casually: "The punishment is serious, one is willing to give it, and the other is willing to give it away. But did that little god show his face in front of ordinary people?"

Mu Zha said: "That's not true. Even in front of the holy monks, they don't show themselves now. They all do it secretly and secretly."

The Bodhisattva snorted and said, "That's all right, let them go, don't worry about it!"

He asked again: "The Tang monk took Zhu Wuneng away, did Zhu Wuneng get entangled with the people in Gao Laozhuang?"

Mu Zha smiled: "If you don't talk about the teaching level of the holy monk, even the old corrupt monk in Jinchi who has been in Jinchi for many years has been frightened once and turned over. His apprentice Zhu Wuneng's brain is not enough for the holy monk. Obediently and obediently left. But regarding Gao Laozhuang, the holy monk asked Master again!"

A small flower quietly bloomed in the Bodhisattva's heart, and he quickly strangled him to death. He coughed and said, "It's annoying, what's the matter?"

As soon as Mu Zha told Zhuang Fan's request, the Bodhisattva curled his lips: "I still have to do something, even if I'm a little lazy, it's fine. But later, you go to Yuelao's place, and Zhu Wuneng and that and that, "

Mu Zha reminded: "Gao Cuilan!"

The Bodhisattva let out an ah, and then said: "Gao Cuilan's red thread has been untied, let Gao Cuilan choose a good one to connect!"

The Bodhisattva frowned and sighed heavily: "In these days, it is more important for a woman to have a good marriage than to have a good pregnancy. What a pain!"

Mu Zha gave a thumbs up: "It's still my master who is careful! Be merciful!"

The Bodhisattva glared at him and said, "Stop flattering!" But it was very helpful in his heart.

Seeing that the main business was almost finished, Long Nu handed Mu Zha a bunch of steamed buns, which were covered with hot sauce, and said, "Master, when are we going to Gaolaozhuang?"

The Bodhisattva groaned, lay back on the couch, and didn't like to move: "Let's go now, it's just getting dark when we go down!"

Looking back at the two apprentices, "It happens that Master is looking at you this time, one of you uses the illusion array, and the other uses the nightmare array, let me see if you two have made progress!"

The dragon girl Mu Zha wailed in unison, and the master tossed his disciples when he didn't like to move. Thinking of the time at Huaguo Mountain, the two of them were stared at by the master and stayed in the world for a whole night.

The Bodhisattva said: "What are you crying for? If you don't grow up anymore, your juniors have grown up! Where's Dahei, Dahei? Oh well, Master Taihei didn't look at it. This time, Dahei, you're looking after your house!", turning his head to the wood again. Zha Longnv said, "When you two come back, Master will give you a rest!"

Now that Zizhulin has more people, he can afford to give his disciples a vacation.

Mu Zha was stunned by the hot sauce, and said inarticulately: "Master, there is one more thing." He took out the golden scripture book from his arms with one hand and put it next to the Bodhisattva. You asked for two Duoxin Sutras written in your hand, and this is his gift in return."

The corner of the Bodhisattva's mouth twitched again, he picked up the scriptures and looked at them, and joked, "It's the taste of a nouveau riche!"

Saying so, the scriptures were put in the palm of his hand and looked at them carefully.

The Bodhisattva got up and walked forward, Mu Zha wailed: "Master, I haven't finished eating yet!" The Bodhisattva didn't look back, and said: "Eat yours slowly, Master go to the study!"

Went for a stroll to write the Heart Sutra for Tang Seng.

While eating the steamed stuffed bun, Mu Zha approached his junior sister, and said mysteriously, "You know, I saw the holy monk and his disciple twice today, and I searched up and down, but I didn't look at your little nephew. Besides, I asked Sun Wukong several times, but he didn't tell me where Ao Yu went?"

He lowered his voice and said, "Dragon Girl, your little nephew, is it possible that the holy monks have been skinning you and cramping because you only eat and don't work?"

The dragon girl concentrated on brushing the buns, and said without turning her head: "Fart! It's such a cold day, and Ao Yu is so young, I guess he couldn't bear it, so he hid and went to sleep. What kind of skin cramps do you think? It looks like it!"

A childish voice said from the side: "Who is like me?"

Mu Zha looked up, oh, brother!