One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 717
"Are you going to borrow fans?" The middle-aged man looked at everyone suspiciously. He really couldn't believe how these weak-looking women and a monk could borrow a plantain fan from the iron fan fairy. Come on, will they still use it?Totally lying, right?
"Don't believe me? Then try to get off the stilts and see which of us can stand longer." Zhu Tianpeng saw his expression and raised his eyebrows.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man noticed that Zhu Tianpeng and the others stepped on the ground directly, and the shoes on their feet were only ordinary cloth shoes, and they stepped on a stone that was enough to roast sweet potatoes, and their eyes widened.

It doesn't matter who these people are standing on the ground like this, if they are ordinary people, their feet would be useless.

"Brother, just show us the way. The five taels of silver is a small thing. If things can be done, it will do no harm to your small town. Anyway, you are ready to leave, why don't you give it a try?" Tang Sanzang took out another piece of silver from his bosom and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked at the silver handed over by Tang Sanzang, and couldn't help swallowing. Five taels of silver was money he couldn't earn for half a year. As a local, he knew best how terrible the temperature on the ground is now. It can be seen that these people should not be ordinary people, and as Tang Sanzang and the others said, they can't even stay in the small town now, even if the secret of Iron Fan Immortal is hidden, it is not of much use, telling them may win a glimmer of hope .

"Okay, for the future of Hedi Town, let me tell you..." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, took the silver in Tang Sanzang's hand, pointed to the front and said, "Go straight along this road until you reach There will be a restaurant at the end, and the shopkeeper is Mr. Wu from the town. He knows where the Iron Fan Immortal is, but I don’t know if he is willing to tell you. But don’t say that I told you, or I will tell you It might not work out.”

"Okay, thank you so much bro." Tang Sanzang nodded with a smile. They have plenty of money, so naturally they don't care.

"Then go slowly." The middle-aged man was about to leave with the cart, so as not to be seen talking to them, and if it was time to settle accounts, he would have a chance to shirk.

"Wait." Ao Xiaobai suddenly said, looking at the middle-aged man who looked at her with some puzzlement, said: "Uncle, we bought roasted sweet potatoes, and you haven't given us the roasted sweet potatoes yet."

"Oh, I almost forgot, I'll give it to you." The middle-aged man was taken aback, and nodded quickly in response. He thought that Tang Sanzang and his party would not care about a few roasted sweet potatoes because they looked rich. Unexpectedly, the little girl kept remembering that when she opened the wooden cover of the trolley, there was a cylinder inside, with a few black stones placed at the bottom, and dozens of roasted sweet potatoes neatly stacked.

"It's a bit hot, handle it carefully." The middle-aged man reached out and took out six roasted sweet potatoes, and handed them to everyone one by one.

"Is this baked directly with stones?" Tang Sanzang looked at the roasted sweet potatoes without any charcoal on the surface, and asked curiously. Because it was too hot, he threw his left hand to his right hand, and his right hand to his left hand, which seemed a little funny.

"That's right, this is our unique method of roasting sweet potatoes near Huoyan Mountain. It's baked directly on the stone. It's sweet and delicious, without any charcoal smell." The middle-aged man said with some pride, and covered it again. Closed the lid, pushed the cart and yelled away.

"Well, it's so sweet, it's really delicious." Ao Xiaobai directly broke the sweet potato into two pieces, exposing the golden yellow sweet potato flesh inside, blew on it, took a small bite, and said, his eyes lit up.

"Yeah, it's really different from roasting it with fire, and the sweet potato itself tastes very sweet, probably because of the special land here." Sha Wanjing also took a bite and nodded.

The most amazing thing about food is that in different places, there will be food obtained by different cooking methods. Tang Sanzang tasted it, and the taste is really good, quite amazing.

"By the way, big sister, when he mentioned the Iron Fan Fairy just now, you seemed a little surprised. Do you know that Iron Fan Fairy?" Sha Wanjing looked at Sun Wukong and asked.

"It may be an old friend, but I'm not sure if it is right now, or I'll ask that person later." Sun Wukong shook his head, with a strange expression on his face: "If it's really that old person, there may be no It’s so easy to borrow a banana fan.”

"Master, when we were in Pingdingshan, didn't we also get a plantain fan from Fairy Mu Ling? Maybe it can be used directly?" Luo Xi looked at Tang Sanzang and asked.

"That's right, I almost forgot." Tang Sanzang's eyes lit up when he heard the words. When he was in Pingdingshan, he would choose the plantain fan. One of the reasons was to be prepared for later when he encountered the Flame Mountain.

"Master, don't you know that the plantain fan is used to fuel the fire?" Zhu Tianpeng looked at Tang Sanzang with an awakened expression, and said a little speechlessly.

"Add fire?" Tang Sanzang was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding the meaning of Zhu Tianpeng's words.

"The plantain fan in our hand is used to light the fire. The more we fan it, the bigger the fire will be. If we encounter this flaming mountain, this town will disappear immediately." Zhu Tianpeng nodded.

"Forget it, let's ask again." The plantain fan was useless all the time, so he didn't know what power it had, and he didn't expect it to be used to light a fire. It was really unexpected.

"Let's go, if you want to walk through this flaming mountain as soon as possible, it seems that you can only get the plantain fan in the hand of the Iron Fan Fairy." Zhu Tianpeng walked forward while eating roasted sweet potatoes.

There are almost no people in the long street. Sometimes one or two pass by, and they are all on stilts, looking at the group of people who are directly on the ground with surprise.

And more eyes looked at the people through the small holes in those rooms, looking at them with some surprise, and could hear one or two cries of children from time to time, mixed with one or two cries of adults. Somewhat depressing.

"It seems that I really can't live anymore." Tang Sanzang heard the tragic cry from a nearby room. It sounded like someone had died. I don't know if it was an old man who had reached his age or someone who died from the hot temperature. .

"It should be that one." Sun Wukong pointed to the front and said.

At the end of the street there is a restaurant, a small two-story building, with a wooden sign protruding from it, engraved with the word "wine". The house made of yellow and black stones is quite conspicuous. Under the eaves of the meeting, a grey-haired old woman was holding a five or six-year-old girl sitting on a wooden board under the eaves, leaning against the wooden pillars, her face was pale, her lips were chapped, and she looked very weak.

(End of this chapter)