Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 159 Stew yourself in an iron pot

Zhu Bajie seemed to have entered no man's land, without encountering any obstacles, he went straight out of Xiaoleiyin Temple.

After leaving the temple, Zhu Bajie did not go to the Heavenly Court to rescue soldiers as the Yellow-browed Demon King had expected, but returned to the caravan and played cards with the white dragon horse.

The appearance is very leisurely, and there is no anxiety in seeing Master being captured by the monster.

Three days passed by in a flash.

The Yellow-browed Demon King hoped that someone would call at his door, but until today, no great god had come to save Tang Seng.

Sneaking out of the temple to find the caravan, he saw that Zhu Bajie was snoring and taking a nap, and he didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​going to heaven to rescue soldiers.

The yellow-browed demon king showed bitterness, and transformed again into the appearance of the land god.

"Elder Zhu, Elder Zhu! Wake up!" The Yellow-browed Demon King walked into the RV and pushed Zhu Bajie's muscular body.

Zhu Bajie was woken up by the push, wiped the hada on the corner of his mouth, and said in a daze, "Who is it? It's noon and I won't let me sleep well!"

"Oh, my elder pig, your master is about to be cooked and eaten by the goblins in that temple, and you can still sleep?" The yellow-browed demon king showed anxiety on his face.

"Oh! Got it!" Zhu Bajie replied lightly, then turned over and snored again.

The Yellow-browed Demon King scratched his head, almost wanting to hang this lazy pig up and thrash him to death. He has reached this point, yet he still wants to sleep here?
I don't know what the Buddha was thinking, why did he arrange such a treasurer to be the protector of the Buddhist scriptures!
Tired!
The Yellow-browed Demon King stretched out his hand and pushed Zhu Bajie again, urging him: "Elder Zhu, go to Heaven to rescue the soldiers! If you go late, your master will be killed!"

"I know, I know! Don't bother me! When I wake up, I will go to rescue the soldiers. You let the monster eat slowly, and eat the limbs that are not life-threatening first!" Zhu Bajie waved his hand annoyedly, and kicked Kicked on the waist of the Yellow-browed Demon King.

"Hey hey!"

The Yellow-browed Demon King clutched his old waist and let out a cry of pain, secretly thinking that the strength of the pig's head was so great, and a random kick made him suffer a little injury.

After driving back to Xiaoleiyin Temple, the yellow-browed demon king sat on the high seat and sighed. The little demons beside him didn't dare to ask more questions, but they were curious about why the Tang monk was captured, and the king became worried instead.

Xuanzang said to the little demon watching from the backyard: "Three days have come, it's time for your king to eat the poor monk, take me to see your king!"

The monster guarding next to him looked at each other, unable to make up his mind for a while.

"What are you waiting for, if you guys are negligent, your king will definitely be angry!"

"Let's go! Take him to meet our king, let the king decide!"

Several little demons pulled Xuanzang and brought him into the hall.

"Amitabha……"

A Buddha's name came, and that familiar voice again, the Yellow-browed Demon King felt that his head was about to explode.

Headache, toothache, liver pain...

The master and the gods of heaven agreed to go through a few cutscenes first, but now no one is going to invite them, which has become a big problem!
You can't let this king go to the heaven to invite the gods to come over, can you?
That's too ridiculous, my king asked someone to beat me?

The more the Yellow-browed Demon King thought about it, the more he felt a headache. At this moment, Xuanzang's voice came again.

"Benefactor, is it time to start cooking oil? Today is the third day of the agreement! Are you afraid?"

Xuanzang's voice was full of jokes, and the yellow-browed demon king's face turned red, and he was about to go crazy.

"What an annoying monk! My little ones, start the pot and boil the water! Today, the king is going to taste the taste of this Tang monk's meat!" The yellow-browed demon king waved his big hand and ordered to the little demons below.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The little demons moved very quickly, and after a while, a large iron pot was set up in the hall, and the bottom was full of firewood.

Xuanzang walked to the side of the pot, glanced at it and frowned, "The poor monk's meat, clear soup is not good, go and get the onion, ginger and garlic!"

The little demon next to him was stunned, he had never seen anyone come up with an idea to cook himself.

The little demon was in a bad mood when he saw his king, and thought he hadn't done enough, so he hurriedly sent someone to the mountain to pull some seasoning plants.

Onions, ginger, garlic, and some unknown spices were poured into the large iron pot, and an inexplicable smell appeared in the hall.

Xuanzang snatched the iron spoon from the little demon's hand, stirred it in front of the big iron pot, then scooped up a spoonful of soup and tasted it, feeling that the taste was not salty enough.

So he pretended to grope through his clothes, grabbed a large bag of sea salt and put it in. After stirring, he scooped up a spoonful of soup and tasted it again.

Xuanzang stood beside the iron pot, holding a spoon, smashed it on the mouth, and then nodded.

The Yellow-browed Demon King was speechless watching Xuanzang's operation, and his expression was as if he was constipated.

"This monk doesn't know if he has a madness, but he behaves like this. Even if I eat it later, I won't eat it. What if he also gets some kind of madness..." A little demon beside the iron pot secretly whispered to another little demon.

"I don't want to eat it either. This monk doesn't look like Tang Monk. I guess he is a crazy monk who wants to stew himself in an iron pot! It's been a long time!"

"What if the king forces us to eat?"

"Then take it home and eat it slowly, and then find a corner to splash it!"

Although the voice was soft, it could not be concealed from the ears of the Yellow-Browed Demon King. He gave the two little demons a hard look, scaring them to their knees and begging for mercy.

Looking at the little monsters with weird faces, the two yellow eyebrows were even more twisted, like two yellow-haired earthworms, hanging above his eyelids.

Has human-to-human transmission started so soon?

Oh no, human legend...

Even the little demons have become a little abnormal.

The Yellow-browed Demon King looked at Xuanzang who was busy, feeling absurdly dreaming in his heart, all of this was too unreasonable and unreal.

He patted his head, wondering if he was dreaming.

This dream is really tiring, when will I wake up!
While he was thinking wildly, what happened next made him scream out loud.

"do not want!"

A monk with a white robe for a month, with a faint smile on his mouth, jumped directly into the boiling water.

When I jumped in, I didn't forget to say, "Look at the fire, don't cook it too badly, it will affect the taste!"

Xuanzang said that a piece of stored demon meat was thrown into the pot, and then turned into his own appearance, and his real body had already entered the chaotic orb.

"Quick! Quick! Get him up!"

The Yellow-browed Demon King showed an anxious look on his face, and hurriedly greeted him, because he was so flustered that he forgot that he could directly use spells to rescue Xuanzang.

The little demons hurriedly fished it out with spoons, but they were so clumsy that it was difficult to fish it out for a while.

The boiling water kept tumbling, and only then did the Yellow-browed Demon King realize that he could cast the repelling spell.

Stretching out his hand and pointing at the object in the void, in the scalding boiling water, a half-cooked flesh body hangs in the air, its face can no longer be seen clearly.

　Yellow-browed Demon King: Old irons, I am too difficult, can you support me with some recommendation tickets and monthly tickets?

　　
　
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