The old man in front heard someone behind him asking for greetings, and turned around quickly, only to find a young Taoist he didn't recognize.
"This fellow Taoist looks a little unfamiliar. Is he also visiting a friend?"
Tang San said: "Exactly, poor... Dao is the river flow of scattered cultivators on Kowloon Island. I don't know what you call it?"
He didn't know which fairy islands there were, so he moved Kowloon Island out casually. Anyway, there were countless fairy islands in the Three Realms, and no one went to explore them.
As expected, this man didn't care about his whereabouts and smiled back: "I am Zhusou, the Sanxian of Jingxu Mountain, and I am here to visit my friends."
"Nice to meet you!"
"I wonder if Zhusou knows what happened in the Heavenly Court? Why are you so nervous during the investigation before you even get to Nantianmen?"
Zhusou was quite warm-hearted. He touched his beard and said with a smile, "Don't you know, fellow Taoist, what happened a few days ago?"
"I rarely go out, and I don't have much information, so I'd like to ask the Bamboo Master for advice!"
"Hey, things like this happen every year at this time. Fellow Taoist, you don't know. The Kitchen God was beaten up a few days ago, haha!"
The Kitchen God was beaten?
Who is so brave?
Although the Kitchen God is a minor position in the heaven, he is also an official member of the financial system.
"Didn't the Kitchen God go back to heaven to report on his work when he was young? After reporting on his work, he rarely had a few free days, so he took advantage of the time to walk around and talk about old times and get closer. It's only natural."
The Kitchen God had a holiday on the New Year's Day and returned to heaven to report on his duties. He knew that in his previous life, his family would give gifts to the Kitchen God every New Year's Day.
Zhusou continued: "The Kitchen God first went to the Fire Department to visit a few friends. After coming out, he met the Well God and the Door God who also came to report on their work. As you know, they are in the same department."
Tang Sanzong nodded.
It's just that old man, can you please tell me faster?
"The Kitchen God was dragged to drink again by a few people, and something happened!"
"It's Chinese New Year, and there are a lot of people visiting relatives and friends, so it's inevitable that they will get drunk. The Kitchen God, who had drunk some wine, was swaying on a cloud, and he bumped into the third prince who was also drunk!"
Damn it?
I've been driving drunk for a long time!
Zhusou lowered his voice and said, "You also know that the third prince has a high position and he beat the Kitchen God without any reason. If he had received this beating normally, it would have been in vain."
"But that day, the Kitchen God drank some wine, and his brain went crazy, so he went to Lingxiao Palace to complain!"
"Your Majesty is in trouble. Because it's not easy to deal with such a trivial matter, the Third Prince comforted the Kitchen God for a while, reimbursed the expenses for the medicine, and sent him back."
"But if this happens every year, there is no solution. Your Majesty will also have a headache, isn't it?"
Zhusou pointed his chin forward, "I asked the Golden Armored God General to patrol the Heavenly Court area, and drive away any immortals who encountered drunkenness and driving in the clouds, and were not allowed to enter the Heavenly Court."
"Fight wherever you like!"
Tang San was dumbfounded, this was the trouble caused by being drunk...
I couldn't laugh or cry immediately.
It's just that Nezha is a bit too domineering. They are all in the same unit. They don't look up when they look down. It's not a shame to bully an honest little god like the Kitchen God.
Tang Sanzian almost wanted to turn around and leave, but saw that the team was getting closer, so he endured it.
Come on, just wait in line!
"That's it, thank you Zhusou for your advice!"
"Haha, you're welcome, fellow Taoist, come and visit me at Jingxu Mountain when you have time."
"sure!"
Just waiting in a boring queue, slowly moving forward, a few clouds floated in the distance, my dear, here comes another drunk driver.
I saw that the two clouds were like bees, sometimes in a figure 8 shape, sometimes in an S shape, but not in a straight shape.
This is not a drunk driver, but a drunk driver!
After waiting for a long time, I saw two people walking shoulder to shoulder from a distance. One of them had a yellow face and a beard, and was dressed like a Taoist in soap clothes; the other had a purple face and a Buddhist aura.
It was a good show, and Tang San was interested in watching how these two people would negotiate with the golden-armored god general.
Before the two men got close, a pungent smell of alcohol came out. Tang Sanzong held his breath and frowned slightly.
Just as the two of them passed each other, the yellow-faced Taoist squinted at him and said, "What are you looking at? Hier..."
Damn it?
Is there any royal law?
Are there any laws?
Tang Sanzian looked confused. Just because I, the beautiful Daluo Golden Immortal, glanced at you one more time in the crowd, you two Golden Immortals came to pick a fight with me?
"What do you think?"
"Would you like to see it again?"
"Try or die!"
That's a good thing. I didn't look at the almanac when I went out today. It's really unlucky.
Tang Sanzong, who was very capable of doing things, rolled his eyes and started to roll up his sleeves. He would never force himself if he could do it!
When people around him saw the conflict between him and the two people opposite him, they quickly moved out of the venue. Some even took out a bag of white jade gourd seeds from their arms and started to knock them.
It hurts...
The purple-faced man shook his head, "Bold! Do you know who we are?"
"Love him? So and so! Is there anything else? If nothing happens, get out of here. You're so stupid."
Seeing that they were two drunkards, Tang San didn't bother to care too much about Tang San's burial.
"court death!"
Unexpectedly, the yellow-faced Taoist suddenly rose up and stretched out his hand to pinch his neck. This was an extremely insulting move in the immortal world, and Tang San was furious.
For such a small reptile, even if he took out a magic weapon, he would be considered a loser. Tang Sanzong punched the man in the face and kicked him far away in the lower abdomen.
I’m so full that I can’t bear the punch of hunger…
To be honest, if he didn't hold back his strength, he would be afraid that he would kneel on the ground and beg the other party not to die.
There was silence all around. Everyone looked at Tang San's burial and thought to themselves that this young Taoist was so fierce. This first month of the year was really lively.
The man was kneeling in the distance and vomiting. The purple-faced man staggered and shook his head vigorously, as if to wake himself up.
Tang Sanzian clapped his hands and didn't take it seriously. The yellow-faced Taoist in the distance seemed to have vomited and regained consciousness. He stood up unsteadily and his eyes were red, "You deserve to die!"
A flaming red sword was thrown out, and lightning and stone fire were shot towards him. Tang Sanbian didn't want to expose his cultivation, so he raised his hand and held out the Qingyun Golden Cup, and took the sword.
Unexpectedly, this Taoist also sacrificed five fire crows at the same time, which actually contained the power of heaven. Even Qingyun couldn't resist it and was instantly dissolved.
A member of the Ministry of Fire?
The Taoist power of this day couldn't be faked. Tang Sanbian didn't know whether he should stop, but seeing that the other party was not done yet, he took out another fire brick and threw it at him.
That's so good. I've given you some face, haven't you?
Are you the only one with bricks?
Lifting the Monument of King Yu, he ducked sideways to avoid the fire bricks. He heard a snap, and the man was knocked unconscious. At the same time, someone behind him snorted coldly, and the Fire Crow and Fire Sword fell to the ground without control.
"snort!"
Tang San turned around and saw the purple-faced man holding his waist and glaring at him with a cold snort. Then he glared back at the man, preparing to explain to the golden-armored god general who was coming this way.
"snort!"
"What, you're not convinced?"
"snort!"
"Do you have sinusitis?"
"snort!"
"snort!……"
Tang San was very angry after hearing this. He had a stuffy nose and went to Lao Jun to ask for elixirs. Isn't it disgusting for you?
He didn't have a good impression of Buddhism to begin with, but Tang San's face was covered in purple when he was buried in front of the man who kept humming.
"Crack!"
You're welcome. It's the duty of a poor monk to relieve people from suffering. Your rhinitis should be cured now!
The man with rhinitis also saw a black eye and fell to the ground!
All the onlookers were dumbfounded...
He rubbed his eyes and looked at this scene in disbelief, how could this be possible?
Zhusou asked with a trembling tone: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, are you okay?"
What should I do?
baffling!
"There is no need to worry about the old man, it doesn't matter if you are a poor man!"
Stuffing the bricks into his arms, Tang Sanzang showed a happy expression.
