"Fuck!"

After listening to the words of the Yellow Wind Monster, the three monsters from the Chechi Kingdom couldn't help but screamed, "Fuck", their eyes changed when they looked at Ling Xuzi, and they quietly stayed away from him.

Something is wrong with Senior Brother Ling Xuzi, you have to stay away from him.

"You still have a huge misunderstanding of me."

Ling Xuzi sighed and looked at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, stubbornly not letting his tears flow out.

"Bajie, come on."

"Master, don't worry, I am an expert when it comes to eating."

Zhu Bajie patted his chest, and then used his magic power to hold the carp, which was more than ten feet tall, in the air, scrape its scales, disembowel it, and break its belly...

With quick hands and feet, in a short while, the carp, which was more than ten feet in size, turned into pieces of fish meat the size of a palm.

It's a pity that the pot is still too small. If the carp is not dismembered, it cannot be stewed in one pot.

"Buzz!"

Cooking is also a skill, especially since the ingredient is a carp from the Taiyi Golden Wonderland. If the resentment in it is not resolved and the energy becomes gentle, the folks in Chenjia Village will have only one result after eating it, which is to explode and die.

!

Under Zhu Bajie's control, the fish in the iron pot was cooked in a short while, exuding a mouth-watering aroma.

"Folks, this monster eats people, we will eat him today, eat his mother!"

Tang Sanzang rolled up his sleeves, took out the purple gold alms bowl, scooped up a bowl of hot fish and ate it.

"Dad, aren't monks allowed to eat meat?"

A six or seven-year-old kid asked doubtfully.

"Crack!"

"You talk a lot, is the holy monk just an ordinary monk?"

The baby's father, an honest farmer who never blushed, got angry for a rare moment and slapped the baby on the buttocks, leaving a red mark.

"Wow wow wow..."

The little boy cried loudly. He didn't understand why his father, who always doted on him, would hit him today.

"Children are ignorant, so don't take them seriously."

The peasants saluted around them.

He hit the child out of sincerity. This year, it was Chen Guanbao and Yi Zhongjin's turn to pay tribute to the king of inspiration. Next year and the year after that, it might be his own child's turn.

Holy monk, who has been very kind to them, how can he let a child say such things?

"Okay, okay, the kid is ignorant, just talk to him. Why are you beating him?"

The village chief glared at him, and the matter was settled.

"Master, here comes my grandson!"

Sun Wukong pressed the cloud head down and jumped down from the sky.

"Brother Monkey, how is the old woman doing?"

"Have you killed him?"

"How many sticks did Brother Monkey use?"

…

The brothers and sisters all gathered around Sun Wukong.

"Hey, stop talking. I chased that short woman all the way and broke her bellyband. Just when I was about to kill her with a stick, Amitabha arrived."

Sun Wukong shook his head and said.

"Hey, Brother Monkey, that old bald donkey didn't come early and didn't come late. He just waited until you broke my mother-in-law's bellyband. The old bald donkey is not serious."

Zhu Bajie had a lewd smile on his face.

"Hey, you idiot, you are saying such nasty things in public, don't you see that there are so many ignorant children?"

When Sun Wukong heard this, his face darkened, and he went to pull Zhu Bajie's ears.

"Ah! Brother Monkey, I, the old pig, have realized my mistake!"

Zhu Bajie quickly threw away the nine-tooth rake and hid behind Tang Sanzang. Sun Wukong came to chase him, and the two of them began to circle the pillar.

"Come on, let's get started!"

Tang Sanzang grabbed both of them by their necks with one hand.

Mmp, I was so stunned by these two living treasures of yours.

"Wukong, please spread the word about your art of cultivating immortals to mortals."

Tang Sanzang said to Sun Wukong.

They can now eradicate the Inspiration King and protect the safety of the people, but when they leave, other monsters may appear.

The human race must strengthen itself.

"Okay."

Sun Wukong nodded and fired hundreds of mysterious lights from his hand.

"Thank you hero for teaching me the Dharma!"

The villagers knelt on the ground.

"Let's do it!"

"Straight bitch, why does this fish head smell like socks!?"

"The socks from Lingbao the day after tomorrow smell really strong. Even I, an old pig, can't get rid of the smell of fish heads. Junior Brother Sha, you're in bad luck, hehehehe."

…

Three days later, the Buddhist scripture collection team left Chenjiacun and headed for the other side of the river. Some people from Chenjiacun, old and young, with yellow hair and blond hair, all came to see them off.

Men and women, old and young, all walked towards the river, regardless of the dirty muddy water, they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the Buddhist team.

Among them, there were those who were good at drawing and passed down the shadow to the gods. They recorded this scene and hung it in the Zhongyi Hall in the future.

In the past three days, everyone in Chenjia Village has eaten less than half of the fish, the flesh and blood of the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, and the "Mortal Cultivation Technique". Now there are three Immortals in the village, the village chief, the old man in black, and the old man in white.

, In addition, others have also improved.

Even a little baby has the ability to refine gods and return to the void.

As for the Inspiration King Temple, it was demolished and rebuilt. It enshrines the holy monk Tripitaka with his wonderful words and merits, as well as the Monkey King, the Monkey King, the White Dragon in the Waves, the Holy Infant King Red Boy and other 18 heroes.

The newly built temple is called Zhongyi Hall, and flags and flags are hung outside the hall, with the four characters "Put the Way for Heaven" written by Tang Sanzang himself.

"Master, how do you want to cross the river?"

General Yin asked respectfully.

With them here, it's not a question of whether we can cross the river, but how Master wants to cross the river.

"Heroes, I'm here to take you across the river."

At this moment, another monster crawled out of the Tongtian River, and all the villagers in Chenjiacun retreated behind the Buddhist scripture collection team.

Tang Sanzang heard this and took a closer look. It turned out to be an old turtle.

The square-headed divine object is an extraordinary item, and the nine-help spiritual machine is named Narcissus.

Dragging one's tail can prolong one's life for thousands of years, and one can hide quietly in hundreds of rivers and abyss.

Jumping over the waves and rushing to the river bank, lying on the seaside facing the sun and wind.

There is a true way to nourish qi and contain spirit. The mangy turtle has been covered with powder for many years.

"Stop the monster. If you come forward, Sajia will kill you with one stroke of his stick!"

Monk Sha stood in front of the old turtle.

"I am grateful for the saintly monk's kindness and came here to escort you across the river. Why do you want to beat me?"

"What do we have to do with you?"

General Yin asked in a deep voice.

"Hero, you don't know that this Tongtian River was originally the territory passed down by my ancestors, but at some point, all the clan disappeared and I was the only one left.

That carp spirit was the result of the tsunami nine years ago. He rode the tide and came here. He fought with me fiercely and took over my family's ancestral property."

Lao Yuan opened his mouth and explained that according to what he said, the Buddhist scripture collection team was indeed kind to him.

"I see!"

Tang Sanzang glanced at Lao Yu for a few times, and then a smile appeared on his face.

The system has said that there are people in the Tongtian River who meet the conditions for accepting disciples. Tang Sanzang originally thought he was the King of Inspiration, but now it seems that he is clearly not!
Chapter completed!