"What a good idea."
The Glazed Light King Buddha's face was gloomy, and he looked at Bibo Wine. After a little calculation, he knew that the nine-headed insect had been completely killed, not even a trace of soul was left.
Although he kept a close eye on Tang Sanzang in Jisai Kingdom and still paid some attention here, it was really weird that he didn't feel any such big movement beforehand.
It seems that someone must have blocked Tianji secretly.
After he realized something was wrong, he abandoned Tang Sanzang and hurried here, but it was still a step too late.
Liuli Guanghua Buddha asked in a dissatisfied tone, "What happened?"
"Buddha, this... we don't know very well." The Arhat in the Sad World was obviously still a little confused. "Originally, nothing happened, but just now for some unknown reason, tens of thousands of sword lights suddenly landed on the sky, falling like meteors. It fell straight down, and then the Bibo Pond started a shocking turmoil, alarming the nine-headed worms in it. "
"Who did it? Did you see clearly?"
The ten Arhats all shook their heads.
"The sword light seemed to come out of thin air. When our spiritual senses probed it, we only felt nothingness."
"As a result, many gods, including Zhenjun Erlang, were unable to hide themselves, and their figures were revealed, and their plans were completely exposed."
"The Nine-Headed Insect was frightened and angry, but after being forced by True Lord Erlang, he also gave in. But at this moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred in the sky, and a sea of thunder suddenly landed. We didn't see anything, and the Nine-Headed Insect then Bombed to death."
The Glazed Light King Buddha's expression was gloomy and uncertain. He had been saying this for a long time as if he had said nothing. There was no evidence at all, and the nine-headed insect was dead. How could the disaster continue?
Although there is a high probability that it was a move by the Westward Journey variable, Yang Jian is also suspicious. After all, the other party is a member of the Explanation Cult. This time he came to help Buddhism precipitate the disaster of the Westward Journey, but no one knows what he has in mind. After all, Chanjiao has tricked Buddhism not once or twice.
The Arhat who was sad to investigate the world had an idea and said, "Buddha, don't be impatient. I think as long as the Buddha's relics are still there, there is still room for maneuver."
"What you said is true. The Nine-Headed Insect is dead, as well as Wanze Dragon King." Glazed Light King Buddha nodded, and his expression softened a lot. The key to this calamity is the Buddha's relics. As long as Tang Sanzang can participate in the game, everything can go on.
The Glazed Light King Buddha looked at the Bibo Pond, counted his fingers, and suddenly had an unpleasant feeling in his heart, "No, this Buddha's relic has been taken away!"
"What?"
The ten Arhats looked at each other, but before they spoke, the figure of the Glazed Light King Buddha had disappeared from the spot.
After Qin Ran obtained the Buddha's relics, he came back quickly. He pointed his finger and the magical illusion left by the Glazed Light King Buddha on the top of the pagoda disappeared and turned into two stones.
Then he made another magic trick, and a large pot more than one foot long appeared in the center. Fish soup was simmering in it. It was steaming, with billowing white smoke, and the alluring fragrance wafted out, which was enough to make people eat. move.
What is in this fish soup is none other than the two fat-headed fish essences Benboerba and Baboerben. He has added the best seasonings to it. It is carefully prepared for this group of monks and Tang Sanzang. After drinking it, it will definitely The dragon is strong and the tiger is fierce.
At this time, Tang Sanzang, after being forced to sweep the two-story tower, was too tired to walk and collapsed to the side. Since arriving in Chasai Kingdom, he has been visiting brothels non-stop and has not eaten for nearly a day. I've got something, and now I'm already hungry.
"Wukong, Mr. Qin, this poor monk is hungry. Please find something to eat."
Sun Wukong was speechless, "Master, we are here to sweep the tower."
"Besides, if we leave, what if a monster comes?"
Tang Sanzang looked at the dark environment. A young monk next to him was lighting a candle, which made it look less gloomy, but there was still a strange atmosphere.
If Sun Wukong and Qin Ran left, and now a monster suddenly appeared, it would definitely end again, and he did not dare to take such a risk.
A subtle smile appeared on Qin Ran's face, and he made a magic trick casually. There was a strong wind on the top of the tower, and the pot of fish soup exuded a strong fragrance.
Tang Sanzang's originally depressed expression suddenly became energetic and he sniffed his nose hard, "Master Qin, why do I smell the smell of meat?"
Qin Ran smiled and said, "I smelled it too, it seems to be at the top of the tower."
A strange look appeared on Sun Wukong's face. This pagoda has been abandoned for so many years. Why is there suddenly broth on the top of the tower?
Just as he was about to speak, Qin Ran blinked at him, and Sun Wukong understood.
The greed in Tang Sanzang's stomach was aroused, and he gained strength and rushed towards the top of the tower.
Although this kind of young monks were also attracted, sniffing hard with a look of intoxication on their faces, they had never smelled such a fragrant smell, so they followed Tang San up behind him.
When Qin Ran and Sun Wukong arrived at the top of the tower, Tang Sanzang was already carrying a bowl of fish, his mouth was full of oil, and he was sipping the fish soup. He looked very happy.
The young monks next to him surrounded Tang Sanzang with wide eyes, swallowing hard. He looked hesitantly at the attractive fish soup, clearly wanting to eat it but also afraid of violating the Buddhist rules and regulations.
"Why don't you eat?"
The young monk swallowed.
"We are monks and we dare not violate the strict rules and regulations."
Tang Sanzang curled his lips in disdain. These guys clearly wanted to be whores and build memorial arches. He licked his lips and taught seriously: "Amitabha, you have now joined my sect and practice the joyful Zen method. I can eat meat, why can’t you?”
These young monks felt excited after hearing this, but still asked hesitantly: "Holy monk, is it really okay for us to eat meat?"
"We are of the Zen lineage, and we value doing things according to our heart and nature, without tabooing meat or vegetables."
Tang Sanzang was talking nonsense. He drank the fish soup in big mouthfuls, and his mouth was full of oil.
When the young monks heard this, they began to use it crazily. They each scooped out a bowl of fish. After taking a sip of fish soup, their eyes lit up. They buried their faces in the bowl and swallowed crazily.
They have suffered a lot since they lost their magic weapon. All they ate were leftovers. Where had they ever eaten such delicious food? They all ate like they had not eaten for three days and three nights. They ate like crazy.
A young monk couldn't help but shed tears as he ate, feeling that the first half of his life had been in vain.
When Sun Wukong followed Qin Ran to the top of the tower, he saw such a crazy scene. He was speechless for a while. Is this a monk? Do you want to fall so fast?
These monks ate more crazily than Tang Sanzang. You had a bowl of fish soup and I had a bowl of fish meat in such a big pot, and the bottom was gone in an instant.
