Journey to the West begins with a full-level Tang monk

Chapter 1398 My stomach hurts!

The Dragon and Tiger Pass at night is also very lively. Because of the fear of a sudden attack by the Dajin Congress, many defenders were arranged at the pass.

Even in the battalion, there are sergeants who go back and forth to patrol the night, and some sergeants are arranged to deal with and prepare defensive equipment overnight.

As for Tang Seng's battalion, since the next day has not yet arrived, they are still free and do not have any missions.

Time passed bit by bit, and it was about midnight, because they ate less in the evening, at this time, everyone had already consumed their food, their stomachs were rumbling, and their stomachs were unbearably hungry and thirsty.

They were all looking forward to what Tang Seng said during the day to send them delicious things at night.

Perhaps, as these people at the bottom, being able to eat enough is already the most satisfying and happiest thing for them.

Suddenly, in a certain tent, the curtain was lifted, and Tang Seng walked in.

"Grandmaster……"

"Grandmaster……"

The twelve people in the tent immediately got up and faced Tang Seng.

Sure enough, Tang Seng did not break his promise and came here in the middle of the night. "

Keep everyone waiting..."

Tang Seng said with a slight smile, and then he gestured, and a huge food box appeared in the tent.

The delicious smell of meat is continuously emitted from the food box. Someone eagerly opened the food box, but saw a lot of flour cakes on it, and when they removed the flour bread, there were many large pieces of cooked meat inside. Meat.

There was so much cooked meat, when everyone saw it, they immediately became ecstatic.

They couldn't remember how many years they hadn't seen such a large piece of meat!

There is no such thing as eating meat like this!

Seeing everyone's expressions, Tang Seng smiled slightly and said, "Okay, eat slowly, the poor monk has to go to another tent."

"Thank you master, we send you off respectfully."

Everyone quickly looked away from the food box and watched Tang Seng leave the tent.

More than 800 people, twelve people in one tent, and dozens of tents to go.

When Tang Seng left, everyone looked at each other and pointed to the food box made on the ground. Although no one spoke, everyone knew it very well.

Dozens of such large food boxes are needed, and how much meat is needed for how much space it occupies, so as to meet the needs of 800 people for supper at night.

What a miraculous monk, those people feel that their lives are so lucky at this time, as if all the sufferings they have suffered before are for today's encounter with Tang Seng.

It's just that everyone just thought about it, and the next moment, they huffed, and all gathered in front of the food box, and began to share the pancakes one by one, and took out a piece of meat for me, and began to cheer.

Tang Seng left the first tent, and when he came to the second tent, the same huge food box was left behind for everyone in the tent.

Then the third tent, the fourth tent...

After spending a lot of time avoiding the sight of the night watchmen, Tang Seng walked through all the tents one by one, and naturally each tent left the same food box.

In the end, Tang Seng returned to his tent. He was in the same tent as Mr. Private School, so naturally his tent was the last one to get the food box.

The moment the food box was opened, the eyes of the other people in the tent immediately lit up, salivating at the large pieces of delicious cooked meat.

Tang Seng said with a chuckle: "These are all yours, don't just look at them, everyone can do whatever they want."

As soon as Tang Seng finished speaking, some people couldn't wait to get the cake.

The private school teacher opened the hand, then respectfully held a piece of cake with a piece of meat on it, and sent it to Tang Seng: "Master, please first."

The face of the man whose hands were beaten back immediately flushed with embarrassment.I thought to myself, after all, he is a scholar, and his skill in flattering is also top-notch.

Such a thing is actually not difficult, why didn't I think of offering food to the master first?
However, Tang Seng didn't seem to appreciate it. He waved his hand lightly and said, "The poor monk has already used it. You can eat it as you like."

"Okay...thank you, Master!"

Mr. Private School didn't care too much, he smiled at Tang Seng and started to eat.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent suddenly lifted.A Chinese character with a painful expression rushed in, covering his stomach with his hand.

"Master, my stomach hurts like a knife."

The man almost curled up into a shrimp, came to Tang Seng, and said in pain.

The private school teacher who was about to eat meat immediately stopped and looked at the person coming.

Tang Seng naturally recognized this person, he was a man in the first tent he went to.

"Master, I am not the only one who suffers. The stomachs of the other eleven people in our tent also suffer. Is it because of eating the meat and bread?"

The man said with some difficulty.

Although he didn't want to say it like this, it seems like he failed Tang Seng's good intentions. They give you good food and drink, and then you go and say that there is something wrong with your food?

How does this make her speak?
But the fact is that after eating the meat and cakes, their stomachs began to hurt, and they felt different in their bodies.

If it is really a problem with these foods, they feel that it is necessary to let Tang Seng know, because they may have to eat meat and pancakes tonight, not only the twelve of them, but also the 800 people in their entire battalion may encounter this problem question.

Hearing that the twelve people in that tent had stomach pains, Mr. Private School glanced at the meat and cakes in his hands, and he gently put them back into the food box, not daring to eat any more.

At this time, suddenly the curtain of the tent was lifted again.

Two brothers also ran in bowed.

Tang Seng looked at the person, but it was the person in the second account and the third tent.

"Master, our stomach hurts, and the people in our tent have stomach pains."

"Our tent is the same. I feel stomach pain after eating. I feel like there is a rush of anger in my stomach. The pain is unbearable!"

The two of them bared their teeth and said almost at the same time.

After listening to the two of them, Tang Seng already knew what was going on.

Because the meat they eat is the meat of high-level monsters, which contains huge energy, so it is not a big problem for ordinary people to eat it.

Not only is there no problem, but there are also unimaginable benefits.

The meat of these high-level monsters is definitely a treasure of genius.

It is a treasure that ordinary people can hardly find in their lifetime.

But the problem is that these people are too weak. With their physical strength, they cannot bear such a large amount of energy for a while.

The so-called too much is too late, this is the truth.

This is also a point that Tang Seng overlooked.

He didn't expect that these people's bodies were so weak.

Immediately Tang Seng moved his hand, and a elixir appeared in his hand, and then he gestured again, and a wooden bucket filled with clear water appeared in front of him.

Then he crushed the elixir and sprinkled it into the wooden barrel.

He said to the people in his tent: "Hurry up, serve some to each of you, and just have a sip for each companion."

"Come on, the three of you have a drink first."

While talking, Tang Seng pointed to the three people who came in to report the news.

(End of this chapter)