Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 577 I Want to Eat Stewed Noodles

"Huh? I've been plowing the fields for three to five years, what can I possibly give you? I can't even feed myself properly."

Fang Yu chuckled upon hearing this. "Hey, leave the problem of not having enough to eat to me. Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

Pigsy transformed from his wild boar form back into a human with a pig's head and big ears. "I, Old Pig, want to eat braised pork! Can you get some?"

"Wait a minute, you little rascal!"

As Fang Yu spoke, he disappeared. Less than five minutes later, he reappeared in front of the three of them, carrying a plate of hot food.

"This! This is! Stewed meat! It really is stewed meat!"

Pigsy snatched the scalding hot plate and swallowed the whole plate of braised meat in one gulp!

"What is Bajie eating in Fang Yu's place?"

Fang Yu knew exactly what Tang Seng meant. "It's just noodles, why don't you have some?"

Tang Sanzang waved his hand, "Then there's no need."

Pigsy licked his lips, "This feels amazing! It's so delicious! Where did you get this?"

Sun Wukong put away his golden cudgel. "Hey, you fool, don't underestimate my junior brother just because he hasn't been cultivating for long. He's got quite a few skills! As far as I know, no one in the world can rival his ability to teleport."

Pigsy grunted twice, "Oh? So you mean on this tedious journey to the West, whatever I want to eat, you can get it for me in less than half an incense stick's time?"

"Of course there are preconditions." Fang Yu blinked. "It's an equal exchange. You have to teach me the skills, and you have to give me the magic weapon. If you don't have those, you can only watch me eat. Whatever you want to eat, I'll show you what I eat."

"Skills and magic weapons? I, Old Pig, can't just give you this Nine-Toothed Rake, can I?"

“That works!” Fang Yu agreed immediately.

This nine-toothed rake is an absolutely awesome thing.

It was forged by Laozi himself, based on divine ice iron, and tempered with the power of the Five Emperors and the Six Ding and Six Jia. The rake body is engraved with the Big Dipper pattern, which is in harmony with the movement of the stars in the celestial sphere. It can be called a Taoist treasure.

Although it is not as heavy as the Golden Cudgel, it was created as a weapon.

To put it bluntly, the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) is not a weapon; it's a tool.

It was the ruler used by Yu the Great to measure the rivers and seas when he was controlling the floods.

Comparing these two things is like comparing a machete to a bench.

"No, that won't do!" Pigsy interrupted Fang Yu's daydream. "I can give you anything else, but not this rake."

"What can you give me?"

Pigsy thought for a moment, "My skills are amazing!"

"Hehe, when it comes to skills, I, Old Pig, am an expert in farming!"

Pigsy patted his belly proudly, "What's a thousand acres of fertile land? With one swing of my rake, the soil is turned up more evenly than an ox plows! Sowing, watering, fertilizing—all done in one go! No rain? I can summon rain! No wind? I can command the wind! Houses too low? I'll raise them two or three zhang high! Drains clogged? I'll clear them with one rake! There's no household chore that I, Old Pig, can't handle!"

Pigsy rubbed his hands together, his small eyes narrowing into slits: "Ahem. I learned a lot of 'endurance' skills when I was young. I'm not bragging, but I can easily serve three or five women at the same time!"

As it spoke, it glanced at Fang Yu and Sun Wukong, "What do you bachelor monkeys and bachelors know? This skill is real, hard-earned skill!"

"Wow! That's a good ability, but I don't need it for now. Old Tang might need it in the future, since many female demons want to use his yang energy to replenish their yin energy."

Tang Sanzang didn't understand what Fang Yu was saying in slang, so he could only say "Amitabha".

Fang Yu said with dissatisfaction, "What else? You can't just have these ordinary skills, can you? Are you asking me to farm or make babies? If you're trying to fool me with this, then I won't give you anything to eat!"

"Transform!" Pigsy didn't hesitate. With a shake, his fat body "bang" turned into a small mountain, then "swish" into a crooked tree, and then "thump" into a large rock.

It reverted to its original form, scratched its ear, and said, "I can transform into mountains, trees, mounds of earth, a fat man, a water buffalo, or a lazy elephant! But..." it chuckled sheepishly, "I can't transform into those fancy things. I, Old Pig, am practical and don't do those frivolous things!"

"In short!" Pigsy, shouldering his nine-toothed rake and puffing out his belly, concluded, "I, Old Pig, can plow fields, fight, transform, and... anyway, with me on the journey to the West, you're guaranteed to never be bored! That's it!"

It glanced furtively at Fang Yu, "Hey... junior brother, could we have another plate of braised pork?"

"The Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, huh? Very good, very good, the stew is plentiful!" Tonight, Gao Village was not as deserted as usual.

Pigsy reverted to his human form and apologized to each of the villagers in Gao Village.

The villagers were actually a million times unwilling to go to the appointment tonight.

But as soon as they heard that the pig demon was going to leave with the Tang Dynasty monk, the whole pilgrimage to the West didn't matter; what mattered was that the guy was leaving.
We'll have to give them a proper "send".

"It's all my fault, Old Pig and Old Zhu! I apologize to everyone! Hehe."

Pigsy grunted and groaned as he downed a whole jar of wine. After finishing, he stuffed a plate of meat into his mouth, making Tang Sanzang keep chanting "Amitabha" with a sullen expression on his face.

Fang Yu knew that Tang Seng was going to pull this stunt.

However, because of Fang Yu's existence, whenever Tang Seng dared to say anything, Fang Yu would launch into a verbal attack, and at those times, Tang Seng would start to doubt his own faith.

Left with no other choice, Sun Wukong committed murder, and Tang Sanzang was at a loss as to how to control Zhu Bajie's love of eating.

But when Tang Sanzang saw Zhu Bajie about to pick up another jar of wine, he couldn't sit still any longer. "Hey! Since you've entered the Buddhist order, you should abide by its rules," said the Buddha.

Fang Yu wiped the grease from his mouth, his eyes flashing with a sharp glint familiar to Tang Sanzang, a glint that sent chills down his spine. "Old Tang, tell me, why do Buddhist precepts forbid eating meat?"

Tang Sanzang straightened his back as if granted a pardon: "The Nirvana Sutra says, 'Those who eat meat sever the seed of great compassion.'"

"Stop!" Fang Yu suddenly interrupted Tang Seng's speech, "Let's use science to speak."

Tang Sanzang was stunned. "What is science?"

Fang Yu was too lazy to explain, "There are nine essential amino acids for the human body, four of which can only be obtained from animal protein."

"For example, vitamin B12 is only found in meat, eggs, and dairy products, and a long-term vegetarian diet can lead to pernicious anemia!"

"I bet Lao Tang is actually anemic, right? No wonder you look so fair-skinned. If you wore white socks and grew a beard, you'd be Liu Yifei at the CDC."

Tang Sanzang was stunned by what Fang Yu said, but he could tell from Fang Yu's expression that he wasn't lying.

"Let's talk about wine again," Fang Yu said, shaking the bottle. The amber liquid rippled in the moonlight. "Alcohol can promote blood circulation. The Compendium of Materia Medica records that medicinal wine can dispel dampness and cold!"

He tilted his head back and took a gulp. "In your Indian Vedas, soma is a sacred offering, so why don't you mention breaking the precept?"

"Of course, alcohol isn't good either, but if you're talking about health reasons and not being able to drink, saying things like breaking the rules or this, that's just nonsense."

Seeing that Tang Sanzang was about to speak, Fang Yu immediately stopped him again, saying, "The most ridiculous thing is that he can't eat garlic, for fear of defiling the Three Jewels."

"What's wrong with garlic? Did garlic eat your rice and therefore you can't eat it? Garlic has antibacterial and anti-inflammatory properties. If Master Xuanzang had eaten garlic on his journey to the West, he would have gotten sick much less often!"

"Enough! Don't mention it again! Don't talk about it anymore!" Tang Sanzang put his hands together in prayer. "Your failure to abide by the precepts after entering the Buddhist order is the consequence of your misdeeds, and this humble monk can do nothing about it."

"Tch, stop talking nonsense. Do you really think the three of us want to join the Buddhist order? Let me tell you the truth: the Great Sage wants freedom, Pigsy wants to get married, and I was forced into this damned journey to the West!"

The room fell silent. Sun Wukong blinked, while Zhu Bajie's lips curled into a smile as he suppressed a laugh.

Everyone was waiting for Tang Sanzang's reaction.

He was about to explode, but he didn't know how to refute it.

Pigsy tried to smooth things over, saying, "Junior brother, junior brother, I'll teach you transformations. Let's go! Stop arguing, stop arguing!"

Tang Sanzang finally spoke, "Alright, alright! Go as you please. What a terrible thing to do!"

After saying that, he began chanting scriptures.

The scripture was good, but judging from his expression, it looked more like he was cursing.

Seeing Tang Seng's stubbornness, Fang Yu immediately thought of Tang Seng's bastard behavior in the TV series, and he got angry too!

Alright, alright! Then don't blame me for deliberately creating a calamity!
Since the Black Bear Spirit is no longer a threat.

Then I'll turn it off manually!
This level is called...
What is "Menzi"?

(End of this chapter)