[Journey to the West] The monster was captured by the master

Chapter 12 Black Wind Mountain

Finally, Xiong Da found some mushrooms and some coriander, but there was no salt and no pepper. Xuanzang looked at them with distaste, ordered them to wash them, cut them into pieces and threw them into the pot where he was sitting.

"Yeah, that's it, that's about it. Your fire is too bad. Be more serious. The fire can be bigger. The water temperature is not high enough..." Xuanzang pointed out Jiang Shan in the Batu Cave.

Xiong Dabai was busy making a mess.

Half an hour later, Xuanzang lay down in the pot and yawned comfortably.

"I don't think I'll be cooked for a while, so I'll sleep for a while. If you are in a hurry, you can grab some mushrooms and eat them first. Even if there is no salt, there are coriander to enhance the fragrance and the mushrooms to enhance the freshness. This soup should be delicious. That’s not bad. What kind of life did you live in the past, it’s too pitiful—well, the poor monk—ha—sleep.” After speaking, Xuanzang leaned on the side of the pot and closed his eyes comfortably .

Xiong Dabai Er stayed in front of the pot obediently, Bai Er watched the inside of the pot, and Xiong Da watched the fire.

After watching for a while, Bai Er suddenly realized that something was wrong: "Hey, it's not right. Why is it that we cannibals are working so hard to watch the fire and guard the pot, while he can sleep comfortably when he is eaten?"

"Because we want to eat him, but he is eaten. We gain and he loses, so we need to work hard, while he just needs to lie comfortably." Xiong Da said.

Bai Er stroked his chin, and felt that what Xiong Da said was reasonable.

"Then let's keep watching."

"Uh-huh."

The soup in the pot was gurgling, and the delicious and tempting smell filled the small space in the cave.Xiong Da squatted on the ground and raised his head to look into the pot, inhaling continuously: "This soup is really delicious."

"Yes, yes." Bai Er wiped the drool from his mouth.

"It's delicious."

"Yeah yeah."

"Second Brother—" Xiong Da swallowed, "Let's have some soup first."

"Yes, yes." Bai Er stared at the pot in a daze.

"Then I won't be polite." Xiong Da cheered up, laughed "hehe" twice, then buried his mouth in the pot and took a sip.

"It's delicious! Second brother, let's bring a bowl of soup. Is the golden cup respected by the little weasel on the top of the mountain next door still there? Let's look for it." Xiong Da said, impatiently in the cave Look around to find it.Bai Er hurriedly joined the team looking for things.

After searching for a long time, I didn't find the golden bottle, but I found two bowls.After the two guys discussed it, they felt that they could make do with it, so they took a bowl and each scooped a bowl to drink.

"This soup is delicious!"

"This Tommy!"

"This soup is better than a god!"

"Haha brother, what you said is wrong. Compared with being a fairy, this is not enough." Bai Er laughed twice, and suddenly rubbed his stomach and said in doubt: "I don't know what's going on, I just feel a warm current Surge to the dantian..."

"Eh? I seem to be the same... Maybe it's the effect of the hot soup. Didn't the monk say it before going to bed? Eating coriander can cure wind and cold, maybe that's the effect."

After hearing this, Bai Er felt relieved: "Brother is indeed well-informed."

"Haha, it's easy to talk about it. Second brother, you are also resourceful."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Inside the Batu Cave, there was laughter and laughter.

"Ouch!" Xiong Da suddenly called out.

"What's wrong?" Bai Er was a little surprised.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I was dazed just now. I almost felt like I was empty hahaha! Hallucinations, hallucinations!" Xiong Da rubbed his stomach and smiled "hehe".Bai Er also felt relieved.He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt as if he was a bit weak.But immediately the feeling was gone.He shook his head, looked at his bowl, and wondered if he should have another bowl.

"Wait a minute, brother—" Bai Er said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Xiong Da happily licked the bowl.

"Did the monk cook it for a long time?" Bai Er frowned.

"It seems so." Xiong Da poked Xuanzang's face with his finger, "He's still alive, and he seems to be sleeping comfortably. Why isn't he familiar yet? When can we eat meat?"

"Hello!" Bai Er tapped Xuanzang's bald head, "Wake up! You should be familiar with it, right?"

"I'm sorry, I was a little tired from the journey before." Xuanzang opened his eyes sleepily, touched his bald head apologetically and shyly, and then wondered: "What can I do?"

"He asked us what's the matter! He also asked us what's the matter!!" Bai Er looked back at Xiong Da angrily, then turned his head to point at Xuan Zang and said, "You don't know who you are? You are here to cook! Food! Things! Not to enjoy life! Did I let you sleep? Did I promise you to sleep? Don’t say I don’t agree, and neither does my elder brother!”

Then he looked back at Xiong Da: "Brother, do you think so?"

"Eh, huh? Oh. Yes! I don't agree either!" Xiong Da's plump, callused hand slapped the side of the pot, and he was immediately scalded with a "huh", and quickly withdrew his hand.

But Bai Er only cared about playing prestige: "Did you hear that? We won't let you sleep, so you won't be able to sleep!"

"Oh. The benefactor is right." Xuanzang replied slowly, looking down at the pot of soup he was cooking.

"Have the two benefactors tasted the soup?"

"I've tasted it—what's the matter with you. Do you want us to answer your question?" Bai Er raised his chin while covering Xiong Da's mouth.

"Oh." Xuanzang nodded, "Is that good?"

"The taste is okay--so-so. I said that you are a strange monk. Someone caught us in this cave and boiled it. They either cried and begged for mercy, or fainted from fright, or directly thought about it. After running away and being beaten to death by me, I continued to cook a lot. Why are you so weird, you don’t cry or make trouble, and you are still in the mood to discuss with us how to cook you better? You——are you not afraid of death?" Xiong Da broke free from Bai Er's hand, poked his head out to the side and nodded in agreement.

"Isn't this obvious? In our Buddhism, we pay attention to who will go to hell if I don't go to hell. Since you want to eat the poor monk, how can the poor monk not satisfy you? The poor monk's wish is to hope that all the living beings in this world are happy and healthy." , since it can satisfy you, how can you not do it?" When Xuanzang spoke, his whole body seemed to be bathed in the light of Buddha, and a compassionate and serene smile hung on the corner of his mouth, which made people feel convinced and at ease for no reason.

"I didn't expect you, an ordinary monk, to have such awareness. If so, we will remember your goodness when we eat you later." Bai Er felt that this monk was a little stupid, but he was also a little moved.

"No, second brother, I'm so moved. I can't eat him." Xiong Da covered his mouth, tears streaming down his face.

"Hey - it is the poor monk's wish to be eaten by you. The benefactor doesn't have to be so entangled. However, your pot is an ordinary pot, and the fire is an ordinary fire. It is too useless to cook things, and it has no effect after so long. Do you have any? Knife or dagger or something sharp? Give it to me. I’ll chop some meat and put it in the pot, and I’ll give you a tooth-beating sacrifice first. It’s not that the poor monk is boasting. Take a bite of this meat, tsk tsk! The poor monk himself drools a little. Xuanzang got up from the pot, went down to the ground, and then stretched out his hand to them under the silly eyes of the two demons: "Knife! Bring the knife!"

"Ah? Oh! Yes, yes!" Bai Er hurried to a sword made of fine steel.

Bai Er handed the sword to Xuanzang, a little embarrassed: "You just use it, you don't have a knife, but my sword is also sharp, cutting iron like mud."

"Well—let me see." Xuanzang said, turned his back, took the sword and cut on the palm of his hand, then looked at the white mark on the palm of his hand, sighed, and cut it off from the elbow with all his strength. A small piece of meat, pinched in my hand.Then he turned around and, ignoring his bloody left hand, threw the meat he was pinching into the pot.

"Such a big pot of soup, I don't know if the two benefactors have any relatives and friends, but they can also be called to taste together. I heard that the two are the kings of this mountain. Even if the high-ranking person is quite powerful, he still wants to eat it." The combination of kindness and power, and occasional favors, can make the subordinates more loyal. If you have subordinates, please also call them to eat together. The king eats meat, and his subordinates drink soup to enjoy themselves."

Xuanzang picked up the clothes that had been thrown into the corner, frowned after smelling it, chose the inner layer of clothes and cut off a piece with a sword, wrapped his elbows at will, picked a big rock and sat down comfortably.

The two monsters looked awkward in front of him.

After hearing Xuanzang's words, the two monsters discussed it and felt that it made sense, so Bai Er took the lead and said: "Brother, you are the king of Heifeng Mountain, and all the monsters nearby will listen to you..."

After hearing this, Xiong Da said "that's right" and went out quickly.

Xiong Da went out for a trip, and sure enough, he recruited a lot of monsters back, such as weasel spirits, rabbit spirits, golden pheasant spirits... There are a lot of them, big and small, they entered the hole, and they all stared at the pot of soup boiling on the fire without even looking at it. Swallowing saliva while holding Xuanzang's hand, the eyes were all green and shining, a mouse spirit with a very low level of cultivation, and the hair on his face had not faded, took two steps forward uncontrollably at that time, was It only converges after a bit of pulling.

"Monk, that's all the monsters on my territory, I've called them all." Xiong Da walked up to Xuanzang who was sitting, his tall and strong body cast a large shadow.

The monsters who blocked the door and dared not move began to whisper.

"Well, let the benefactors tell them to have dinner." Xuanzang's voice came from the front of Xiong Da to the group of monsters, and the monsters immediately exploded: "What! There is such a good thing in the world?"

"The black bear king is too loyal! I've been hungry for half a month!"

"It's still human flesh! Is that from the Guanyin Temple? I've missed the monks in the Guanyin Temple for a long time, but it's a pity that they keep paying protection fees. I didn't expect..."

"..."

"Who is making noise!" Bai Er stared, and the monsters over there trembled and became as quiet as chickens.

In fact, they may not all be afraid of Bai Er, the main reason is that Mrs. Xiong protects his weaknesses and obeys Bai Er's words. If anyone disrespects Bai Er, Mr. Xiong will be more angry than himself when he is bullied.As time goes by, the monsters near Heifeng Mountain are more afraid of Bai Er, because he is petty and holds grudges, and loves to sue black. If Xiong Da is compared to the king of Heifeng Mountain, then Bai Er is simply a demon concubine who causes troubles.All the demons dare not speak out because of Bai Er's fox-fake power.

"Come here, come here—this way! This side of the pot! What are you doing going to my elder brother! You—er, stand upright, circle around twice, stand still! Don't move! I'll buy it for you! A few oranges (crossed out) and I'll go find some bowls."

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