Journey to the West Bandits: The Poor Monk Just Wants to Be a Godfather

Chapter 227 The Three Burials angrily attack the Antarctic Immortal (please collect and recommend monthly tickets)
The disciples listened with serious expressions and felt that their horizons had broadened a lot.

They felt that the master at this time was a bit like a professional chef and a bit like a butcher in a slaughterhouse.

Especially since Zhu Bajie had learned cooking skills at Gaolaozhuang back then, and his master had given him many recipes later on, he thought his cooking skills were unrivaled in the world.

Unexpectedly, listening to Tang Sanzong's explanation at this moment, I only felt that I still had a lot of room for improvement.

"Master, what is the New Oriental you just mentioned?"

Zhu Bajie asked curiously.

"New Oriental, that's a school opened by Master Wei in the Tang Dynasty, specializing in teaching cooking." Tang Sanzian then said.

After the explanation, Tang Sanzong held the boning knife and was about to take action.

"Holy Monk, be merciful!"

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly fell from the sky and stood in front of Tang San's funeral.

The person who came had an air of immortality, especially his big and round forehead, which was very conspicuous. He was clearly the owner of this deer demon - the longevity star Antarctic Immortal.

"monster!"

Upon seeing this, Tang San was buried like a drama queen, and he quickly hid behind Sun Xingzhe.

"Little monkey, protect me as a teacher!"

"Forehead……"

The Antarctic Immortal looked at Tang Sanzong with an embarrassed face: "Holy Monk...I am not a monster..."

"Master...this is the longevity star of Penglai Immortal Island, the Antarctic Immortal."

When Sun Xingzhe saw the master's expression, he knew that he already had an idea, so he deliberately introduced the other party's identity.

After all, he is no longer the reckless monkey he was back then.

Learning scriptures is not fighting, killing, learning scriptures is the way of the world!

Most of the demons and monsters along the way have a backstage, and there are only a few who don't have a backstage.

If you want to eat a monster with a backstage, you will have some unnecessary troubles.

How to eat monsters with a background and in a reasonable and well-founded way depends on the master's performance!

Tang Sanbian deliberately held his forehead: "It turns out that the birthday boy is here, and there are only a few visitors!"

"Quick, sit down!"

"Then what, little Piggy, why are you still standing here? You used to be Marshal of the Canopy after all, and you and the birthday boy are old colleagues. Let's have a good chat first."

"Xian Weng, you came at just the right time. You are truly blessed today!"

Tang Sanzong looked at the Antarctic Immortal with a smile and shook the boning knife in his hand.

"The poor monk met a top ingredient today and is preparing to cook it himself. You should also try the venison hot pot together!"

"After all, you are quite old, so you probably won't be able to do that anymore. You just need this to make up for it..."

The eyes of Sun Xingzhe, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujin all fell on the faces of Tang San Burian and Anji Xianweng.

It is rare for Master to be so hospitable.

At this time, the birthday boy Anji Xianweng couldn't help but twitch the muscles on his face, and he looked like he was hesitant to speak.

Neither standing nor sitting nor walking nor staying.

"Holy Monk, it seems I came at the wrong time."

After being silent for a long time, the Antarctic Immortal finally managed to say a word.

"No! You came just in time!"

Tang Sanzian played with the boning knife in his hand and looked at the Antarctic Immortal with great interest.

"This... holy monk!"

The Antarctic Immortal's face was so gloomy that he was about to cry, but he still managed to squeeze out a bit of a smile.

"Let me tell you the truth, this sika deer is my mount. It took advantage of me to go out and secretly went down to the lower world to become a demon..."

"I hope the holy monk can spare him for the sake of me." The Antarctic Immortal watched as Tang Sanzong set up the pots and waited for the venison to be put into the pot.

Although he didn't understand why a Buddhist monk would eat meat, it was obviously not the time to think about it now.

If I don't say anything anymore, I'm afraid I won't have to.

"Isn't the immortal joking?"

Tang Sanzian deliberately showed a look of surprise on his face: "This sika deer is obviously a monster, how can it be the mount of an immortal?"

"Could it be that the old birthday girl is too dim-sighted and made a mistake?"

"Otherwise, you sit down first and wait for the poor monk to debone the venison and slice it into the pot. Let's chat while eating hot pot. It's not easy for you to come here."

As he spoke, Tang Sanzong was ready to take action with his boning knife!
"Monk, how dare you!"

When the deer demon saw that his master had arrived, Tang San was still unwilling to buy it, and he immediately yelled anxiously.

After all, the deboning knife in Tang San Zhan's hand would have been one centimeter away from piercing his body.

"Holy monk!"

The Antarctic Immortal stood up with a roar: "I'm not joking. I hope the holy monk will give me a piece of noodles."

At the end of the words, the Antarctic Immortal's face darkened.

You have come forward in person, and in order to take care of the face of your Buddhist scripture collector, you have said all kinds of good things. If you don't know what is good for you, it would be a bit too much, right?
No matter what, I, the Antarctic Immortal, am also a famous figure in the heavenly world. I am not only one of the Three Immortals of Penglai, but also the chief disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun!
Looking across the three realms, who wouldn’t give me face?

Hearing this, Tang Sanzang couldn't help but stop what he was doing, turned around and looked at the Antarctic Immortal with a serious face.

"What the immortal said is meaningless."

"No matter what you say, you are still Senior Brother of Chanjiao. Your mount is a demon in the lower world and you have never stopped it."

"Now that this deer demon has fallen into my hands, you jump out and say that this deer demon is your mount. Are you really good at holding it?"

Tang Sanzian smiled coldly: "You want this poor monk to give you some face, but this poor monk really doesn't know what kind of friendship I have with you?"

"Why should this poor monk give you face?"

"you you……"

The Antarctic Immortal didn't expect that Tang Sanzong would dare to teach him a lesson, and his face suddenly became angry.

"What am I, what did the poor monk say wrong?"

Tang San's voice suddenly rose a little higher: "The world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs, so isn't the life of the children of the Bhikkhu Kingdom not life?"

"Countless children have been turned into insensitive puppets by your mount. Have you ever thought about how many families are hurt behind these children?"

"You are the powerful immortals with status and status. Your status is so high that one of you has attained the rank of a chicken or a dog, and your pet mounts have also doubled in value?"

"The poor monk can understand that you want to protect your shortcomings, but this deer demon actually colluded with Shura Xuehai, harmed the children of the Bhikkhu Kingdom, and encouraged the Bhikkhu King to enter the evil path. It is really a crime that cannot be punished!"

"Holy Monk, I promise that I will never let him step out of Penglai from now on!"

The Antarctic Immortal Old Man looked a little confused when Tang San buried him and his voice lowered.

"I am willing to give you ten longevity peaches as a gift, and I hope the holy monk will be open to you!"

"Ten longevity peaches?"

Tang Sanzian's eyes lit up, this is a good thing!
Although it is not as good as the Queen Mother's flat peach, it is still a good thing in the three realms. Eating one can increase your life span by 500 years.

For ordinary people, it would be impossible to even dream of it.

When the Antarctic Immortal saw Tang San's expression, he couldn't help but snorted coldly in his heart.

After talking so much, I almost thought you were a kind person who upholds justice. It turns out that you talked in a roundabout way for so long, just to squeeze some benefits.

Although he was disdainful in his heart, the Antarctic Immortal still looked grateful on the surface: "In that case, I would like to thank you..."

However, he was not finished yet.

I saw the deboning knife in Tang San Zhan's hand suddenly swing down, cutting off the deer demon's neck with perfect accuracy.

A huge deer head rolled to the feet of the Antarctic Immortal!

(End of this chapter)