One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 457 Drink some chicken soup
"Thank you, Great Sage!" All the old gods quickly knelt down and kowtowed, regardless of whether what Sun Wukong said was true or not, as long as they didn't attack them now, they would be satisfied.

As a bear boy who dared to disobey even Guanyin Bodhisattva, Tang Sanzang didn't think that Sun Wukong could make the red boy obedient by just saying a few words, and stopped the gods who packed up and were about to leave: "Wait a minute, everyone!" Let's go, if you can't complete the tribute tomorrow, what will the red boy do to you?"

The gods originally thought that they could be as far away from Sun Wukong as possible, but after hearing Tang Sanzang's words, their complexions changed. Yes, even if they were far away from the big devil, the little devil would be even more annoying. Thinking of this After being tortured for 200 years, the footsteps he just raised stopped. Although Sun Wukong was famous, the young monk looked quite kind, maybe he was really a good person.

The mountain god who spoke before said with a sad face: "If I can't pay the tribute tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep the remaining half of my beard. The devil has many ways to torture people, and there are no different ways to torture everyone. We These sixty old guys have been tormented by the devil for 200 years, and they still don't know what method he will think of to torture us next time."

The gods also looked sad when they heard the words, and what's more, they had already started to wipe their tears. Tang Sanzang treated the red boy even more if he could make a group of land and mountain gods who had lived for hundreds of years fear such a state. Raised a bit of interest.

"It seems that my virtuous nephew has quite the demeanor of ours back then, but bullying some old men is nothing. I will teach him well tomorrow." Sun Wukong smiled and shook his head when he heard the words, as if remembering This is the scene when everyone worshiped in those days.

"Okay, if that's the case, tomorrow we'll go with you to the little devil's cave, you don't have to worry too much, we are monks from the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Land, not some monsters." Tang Sanzang nodded with a smile, anyway They happened to meet each other, and according to the plot in the original book, even if they didn't provoke the red boy, he would still come to them, and they would simply strike first.

To deal with disobedient brats, just beat them up and you will be honest. This is a saying Tang Sanzang has always believed in. Back then, he was the nemesis of the brats in their big family. As long as the brats who were mischievous in other places came to his house , each of them can present a three-good student certificate on the spot.

"It seems that you are ready to go to pay tribute. Let me see if there are any good things." Zhu Tianpeng stepped forward, looked at the baskets one by one, turned around and came back, curled his lips and said: "No wonder that red boy You will be dissatisfied, what kind of trouble do you take with a basket of wild vegetables when they ask you to pay tribute, isn't this obviously mocking people for being vegetarian?"

Tang Sanzang almost laughed out loud, these mountain gods are really miserable, it is not bad to have a pheasant and a hare in these baskets, most of them are wild vegetables in the mountains, and some strange looking ones Stone.

"Master and the elders don't know something. As a mountain god, we are supposed to protect a side of water and soil. The demon king gathers nearby monsters and eats many birds and animals every day. We really can't bear it. We would rather be tortured than dare to follow Beasts and birds have been captured from my share of the land." The mountain god sighed, a little helpless, more desperate.

Zhu Tianpeng looked at the old gods, pondered for a while and said: "Well, we will help you solve tomorrow's affairs, and you are responsible for playing mahjong with us tonight, and use these things as chips."

"Okay, the four of us are tired of playing, adding another person will definitely be interesting." Ao Xiaobai was the first to agree.

"Well, that's a good idea." Sun Wukong also nodded.

"Is it just these things?" Sha Wanjing looked at the things in the baskets, seemingly dissatisfied, and turned her gaze to the clothes on the old gods.

"Okay, clothes other than underpants are worthless, just these things in the basket." Tang Sanzang said with a smile, he knew what Sha Wanjing was thinking.

"I don't know what the elder said?" The old gods were quite happy to hear that Tang Sanzang and others were willing to help solve the problem of paying tribute tomorrow, but they were a little puzzled when they heard Zhu Tianpeng's words.

"You all come up, I'll explain the rules to you first, what about this mahjong..." Zhu Tianpeng waved at the old gods, and after they all gathered around, he began to explain the rules to them.

The gods nodded half-understood. After all, they are more or less gods, and their comprehension ability is much stronger than ordinary people. If they understand the rules, everyone can only play one game if it is not enough. The specific operation level depends on the individual.

Tang Sanzang looked at this scene and didn't stop him. After all, these mountain gods and land belonged to the Heavenly Court. It's not too much to charge them a fee.

The mahjong table was quickly set up, and the four boss chairs were set up. Sun Wukong, Zhu Tianpeng, and Sha Wanjing each sat on one side, leaving one seat for the old gods.

Zhu Tianpeng first ordered a few old gods with live animals in their baskets. They haven't had dinner yet, and they haven't gone to catch wild game yet. Now it seems that they can win a dinner first.

A group of old gods who are learning and selling are facing three old gamblers who have been fighting the mahjong table for more than a month and are proficient in various algorithms. The result is naturally a one-sided massacre.

Tang Sanzang took the rabbit and pheasant that the three had won from the gods to the side to slaughter, and he could clearly feel the surprised eyes of the old gods.Tang Sanzang is a monk, so he eats meat?They still have to be slaughtered in the middle, and of course the heart is more distressed, all the things that were not spoiled by the little devil fell into the hands of Tang Sanzang today.

Tang Sanzang was not polite about this, and it happened that there were some Ganoderma lucidum and mushrooms in the basket, so instead of roasting all of them, he took a stew pot from the Qiankun bag and used a pheasant to cook it. Stewed mushrooms, roasted hares, and grilled some mushrooms and delicious wild vegetables on an iron plate by the way.

"Master, I think your craft is getting better and better."

"Yeah, I think so too. Master's culinary skills can be called the God of Cookery. There is no such food in the sky, and it can only be eaten here with Master."

Ao Xiaobai and Luo Xi, who did not participate, squatted by the fire, while stealing food, while praising Tang Sanzang, and they were not stingy with compliments, almost praising him to the sky.

The temptation of delicious food is obviously more direct than that of mahjong. The three of them agreed to temporarily truce and fight for another [-] rounds after eating.

"Master, is the chicken soup ready?" Ao Xiaobai held a small bowl and looked at Tang Sanzang expectantly.

(End of this chapter)