Journey to the West: Don’t mess with that monster

Chapter 465: The Green Emperor eats a giant dragon and the evil man stops him with murderous intent
Nan Ji Xian Weng glanced around the guest room before speaking, "The architectural style here is completely different from that on the ground. Instead, it is somewhat similar to the Dragon Palace."

Zhang Qingdi didn't care about these at all. He yawned and said, "This high priest is quite stingy. He didn't even treat us to a meal."

"You're probably afraid that Master Qing will eat you up." Nan Ji Xian Weng said with a smile. "If it weren't for Master Qing, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been so successful this time."

Nanji Xianweng's address to Zhang Qingdi has changed from Zhang Xianyou to Qing Laoye. Some things don't need to be stated, they can be distinguished just from the address.

Zhang Qingdi smiled modestly, and took out the Taoist curtain. Things made by Master Uncle can be used even in places like this.

"I think there is something wrong with the high priest." Zhang Qingdi said directly.

"I think so too, but I'm worried that there are ears here, so I can't say it out loud." The Immortal of the South Pole said with a wry smile.

"We really need to be careful when we go to collect moss," Zhang Qingdi said again. "Just follow me closely, and don't run around."

The Immortal of the South Pole nodded immediately. After throwing away his self-esteem, he felt very warmed to hear such an arrangement.

Zhang Qingdi put away the curtain, and soon a priest came. This guy had a smile on his face, and you could tell from his appearance that he was a smiling tiger.

"The high priest has prepared a dinner, please come to the feast."

"Let's go." Zhang Qingdi stood up and said.

Nanji Xianweng followed Zhang Qingdi closely...

The priest led them into a magnificent palace, and the high priest changed into a glittering golden robe.

Zhang Qingdi looked at the round table in front of him that could easily accommodate two or three hundred people dancing on it, and he thought that these guys might be up to something weird again.

At this time, the mountain god stood behind the high priest.

The pattern on his upper body had spread to his entire body. It was obvious that he had eaten some of the fruit, but the whole fruit was not given to him.

"Hahaha, sorry! Because of the special ingredients, the dinner is a little late. I hope you don't mind."

Zhang Qingdi and Nan Ji Xian Weng were arranged to sit down.

"The fruit you have is very effective. The mountain god ate a small piece and saw very obvious effects." The high priest said with a smile. "To thank you, he personally went to hunt a dragon!"

"Dragon?" The Immortal of Antarctica was slightly surprised.

As soon as the high priest finished speaking, two or three hundred people came carrying a giant dragon.

This giant dragon is more like the Western dragon in Zhang Qingdi's memory. At this time, the dragon's skin, head, and claws have all been processed.

The dragon meat exudes a fragrant aroma and is very tempting.

“We have a saying here: If you want to have the strength of a dragon, you must eat as much as a dragon.

Didn’t you say that the custom in your place is to eat up all the food given by the host without leaving any left?

Please come now..." The high priest said with a smile. "When you finish eating it, we will go to pick the ancestral grass."

The Immortal of the South Pole frowned slightly. He did not expect that the high priest would do such a thing.

Zhang Qingdi sneered and said, "Is that all? I'm afraid it won't be enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qingdi tore off a dragon leg.

This dragon leg is covered with spices and has a rich flavor.

Zhang Qingdi seemed to be eating slowly, but in less than an incense stick of time, only some soup was left on the table, and Zhang Qingdi didn't even have a bone left.

The dragon bones are very hard and they are used to make weapons.

But in the eyes of the Qing Emperor, it is just a fragile bone...

"Anything more? I'm only half full." Zhang Qingdi said with a smile.

The high priest was really shocked, and Zhang Qingdi laughed and said, "We have a saying there, what kind of fucking dragon is this! This thing is called food!"

The Immortal of the South Pole thought that this saying was very cliché, but it was indeed very enjoyable to listen to.

As expected, after Zhang Qingdi finished speaking, the high priest seemed to be waiting for something. But after a long while, Zhang Qingdi asked again, "Do you have any more food? If not, let's go collect the moss."

"Tomorrow morning! Let's go early tomorrow morning!" said the high priest, wiping his sweat.

"Then let's do it tomorrow morning. Don't change the time.

Otherwise, I will show you what a giant dragon is and what a giant dragon's food is!"

After Zhang Qingdi and the others left, the high priest turned over the table angrily. But he was still frightened by the appetite of Zhang Qingdi who ate a giant dragon just now.

Moreover, the spices used to roast the dragon contained a large amount of intestinal poison, so why was he okay?
Why the dragon's bones felt like brittle bones in his mouth.

Zhang Qingdi ate so much that he felt a little greedy.

"Mountain God, take them to the ancestral forest early tomorrow." The high priest said dejectedly.

"Yes, High Priest."

The mountain god took his orders and left first. The high priest stood up and walked to the depths of the temple. The statues here were very strange, and what was worshipped was a piece of snake body.

There is neither the head nor the tail of the snake.

The high priest pressed a mechanism and a secret door opened under the statue.

He went in alone.

To be honest, if possible, he doesn't want to come here in his life.

He held the lamp and soon arrived in front of a prison.

The thick iron door made it impossible to see who was locked inside.

But the rattling sound of the chains made people feel creepy.

"My father, is that you?" a hoarse voice came from the cell.

"Kill someone for me."

"Hahahahaha!" The guy in the dungeon laughed wantonly. "I never thought that you would have to ask me for help one day!"

"Help me kill that man, and I will ask you to send a girl to me every day." The high priest spoke directly.

"I don't want any young girl, I want my stepmother!"

"You lunatic!" the high priest cursed.

"Father, give her to me tonight! I will help you kill the one you want to kill." The voice in the dungeon continued. The high priest held up the lamp and turned away.

At night, news suddenly came out of the temple that the high priest's wife had died of a sudden illness. It was said that the wife's death was so horrible that the high priest directly ordered her to be burned.

As soon as Nan Ji Xian Weng and Zhang Qingdi returned, Nan Ji Xian Weng said worriedly, "That meat is poisonous!"

"Yes." Zhang Qingdi nodded.

"That…"

"You know what I was before." Zhang Qingdi said with a smile.

Yes, Master Qing used to be Xiangliu.

That's the ancestor of playing with drugs...

Now that Master Qing has become Zhu Jiuyin, it seems he is not afraid of poison anymore.

The next morning, the mountain god came to find Zhang Qingdi and his friends.

"You two, it's time for us to go into the mountains." said the mountain god.

Zhang Qingdi and Nan Ji Xian Weng have been waiting for a long time.

"No breakfast?" Zhang Qingdi asked with a smile.

This mountain god was a man who never laughed. He shook his head silently.

"What happened last night? I heard constant crying in your temple." The Immortal of the South Pole asked curiously.

"The lady is dead!" The mountain god said, and then added, "The wife of the high priest."

"I thought your high priest dedicated everything he had to your gods, but it turns out you can also marry and have children." Zhang Qingdi said in a mocking tone.

After I get the moss, I will let the old priest see what the real intestinal poison is.

The mountain god looked at Zhang Qingdi angrily, and it was obvious that he had cried last night.

The high priest's wife died, why is he crying?
Many plots that needed to be censored appeared in Zhang Qingdi’s mind.

"The lady is very kind and treats us orphans very well." The mountain god seemed to want to vent his emotions. "She is so gentle and beautiful.

After the high priest’s original wife died, she has been taking care of the high priest all these years. I don’t believe she would die suddenly, I went to ask the high priest…”

When the mountain god said this, he felt that he shouldn’t say this to them, so he closed his mouth.

Zhang Qingdi saw a bright red whip mark on his face.

That should be the high priest's answer.

Zhang Qingdi doesn't care about these guys fighting each other.

Nanji Xianweng couldn't help but say, "I do know some medical skills..."

"The bodies have been burned..." said the mountain god in a crying voice.

"Why is your god a piece of snake body?" Zhang Qingdi changed the subject without any sympathy.

If the mountain god hadn’t told Zhang Qingdi that their god was a dragon.

He will definitely ignore Zhang Qingdi.

"That's a dragon!"

"Oh." Zhang Qingdi nodded perfunctorily. "Then why is it just one section?"

"Because my god is a giant dragon. In order to show our respect for the god, we cannot cast his entire body." The mountain god said to Zhang Qingdi.

Zhang Qingdi nodded without comment.

Dragon?

How huge can it be...

The mountain god led them out of the temple and followed a path towards the ancestral forest. Along the way, Nanji Xianweng was able to chat with the mountain god for a few words, but Zhang Qingdi was too lazy to say anything more to him.

After walking along the path for a long time, Zhang Qingdi and his friends saw a bottomless ravine in front of them.

"We still need to walk for another half a day. Zulin is in this Canglong Valley."

"Let's continue." The Immortal of the South Pole urged.

So they followed the path and walked deeper into the ravine.

After walking for a long time, we finally saw the Canglong Valley.

“It is said that during the great war in the divine world, our god hid here because he was still young.

When he grows up, he will fly to the divine world and kill his enemies." The mountain god told the Nanji Xianweng.

"Who is the enemy of the gods?" asked the Immortal of the South Pole curiously.

"It's his brothers!" a voice came from a distance.

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and one could even hear the smell of blood in it.

"How come you are here?" the mountain god said in shock.

"My great father let me out." The guy laughed and said, "What's your name? I forgot..."

"My name is Mountain God!" the Mountain God replied.

"Actually, you don't have to tell me. Who would care about the name of a dead person?" He took out a purple gauze dress from his arms and sniffed it gently.

Then he looked immersed in it.

"These are my lady's clothes."

Zhang Qingdi looked at the mountain god. It was obvious that the clothes were worn close to the body. How did he know?

"Last night was such a pleasant night, now it's time for you to die." The guy laughed crazily.

"You killed the lady!" The patterns on the mountain god's body emitted a blood-red light.

"Yeah," the guy laughed. "The only thing I'm curious about is, why are you so excited?"

(End of this chapter)