When the judge heard this, he laughed and said: "Don't worry, this ghost head seems to have magical powers and can't be chopped off. All you need to do is cut it into pieces with a blade, blast it repeatedly, and have a great meal!"
Cao Zhe said: "This is the best!"
One person, one judge, and a trembling field mouse were waiting in this ruined temple.
Cao Zhe refused, and the field mouse demon who tried to escape several times had no choice but to be forced back again and again. Looking at Cao Zhe and the judge, and even the ghost head in the judge's hand, it continued to shake... His legs became weak. Had noodles.
After a while, a red light fell from the sky, and a kind-hearted middle-aged man wearing yellow clothes and disheveled hair walked out.
When the judge saw this person, he immediately said happily: "Brother Ziguo, please let me pass so that I can wait!"
"Did you bring the stove?"
The person who came was none other than the Kitchen God.
Specially in charge of cooking and cooking in the world.
The Stove Lord glanced at Cao Zhe, nodded slightly, and then said to the judge: "This is natural. I also took ten kilograms of good butter. I just killed an evil dragon on the dragon-slaying platform last month, and I happened to go pick up the dragon bones. I took it back and stir-fried it."
As he spoke, he threw out the stove and iron pot, and took out a jar of golden oil.
Blow a breath, and there will be a fire under the stove without firewood.
The sesame oil, which is golden in color but has a delicate fragrance, seems to be sizzling hot after being put into the pot.
The judge untied the rope tied to the ghost's head with one hand, took out a sharp knife, and cut it on the ghost's face.
The knife fell, and Guitou cursed loudly.
What the judge cut off were blurry black balls of flesh.
Throw it into the boiling oil. Along with the roar of the dragon, bursts of black smoke will appear on top of the boiling oil.
After a while, golden-yellow flakes floated up, like fallen leaves in autumn, floating calmly on the boiling oil. No matter how long they were fried, they were not burnt.
But at this moment, the ghost's head, which had been cut off, had its entire cheek. The judge immediately cut open the face again.
Repeat this until after about one stick of incense, a whole pot of golden flakes has floated on the surface of the pot.
The judge reached directly into the frying pan, picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it, making a crisp sound like eating potato chips.
Then he greeted Cao Zhe and the Stove Lord with a smile on his face and said, "Eat them all! Eat them all! It tastes great! The last time I had such delicious fried ghost noodles was a hundred years ago."
The Kitchen God was not polite, he also reached into the oil pan to fish out, grabbed three or five pieces at a time, stuffed them into his mouth, and showed a satisfied look.
Facing this situation, Cao Zhe showed no fear at all. He stepped forward generously and reached out to touch the oil pan.
At the same time, the eyes of the judge and the Kitchen Lord seemed to be slightly focused on Cao Zhe.
However, Cao Zhe's palm passed through the boiling oil without any damage, and then he picked up a golden slice.
The judge and the Kitchen King both showed satisfied smiles.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Although the judge had a good impression of Cao Zhe because he had not been bewitched by demon girls before and instead wanted to eat demons, and because Cao Zhe was a disciple of the Laoshan Taoist, he felt somewhat close to him, so he invited him to eat ghosts together.
But if he can't even eat by himself, then it's not suitable for him to be with you for a long time.
When the golden fried ghost chips are put into your mouth, they have a cool and crisp texture, a bit like eating cucumber-flavored potato chips, except they are not as greasy and have a crispier texture. Sometimes there is a trace of gravy in your mouth. The feeling of explosion.
Not only that, a fresh energy also surged from his belly, and was quickly absorbed and digested by Cao Zhe's hungry body.
"Saved me about three days of hard work, good stuff!" Cao Zhe's eyes lit up, he was not polite, and he started quickly.
The judge was not slow with his hands and feet, one knife after another, just like peeling noodles with a knife, peeling off the ghost's dough and throwing it into the oil pan.
And the ghost head seemed to be unable to eat it all. Even though it had been cut off hundreds of pieces, it still kept growing back.
While he was eating, a thin and skinny beggar monk, barefooted and wearing a hundred-fold robe, came over. He looked at the ghost head in the judge's hand, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"
"Lao Na shamelessly passed by and wanted to ask a favor from the judge."
"I am asking for alms from the judge. I hope the judge will be merciful and give this ghost head to the old monk." The beggar monk said to the judge.
The judge sneered and just cut the meat and put it in the pot.
The Kitchen God just lights the fire and cooks.
As for Cao Zhe, who was just following the food... He was eating so well that he wished that this ghost really couldn't eat as much as he wanted.
The ghost couldn't stop cursing, and even though he had been hacked hundreds of times, he still had no intention of repenting and begging for mercy.
The judge moved the knife like flying, slicing faster.
The Kitchen Lord gradually stopped reaching for the thin slices in the oil pan, and the only one who continued to eat was Cao Zhe.
The beggar monk walked up to Cao Zhe and said, "The old monk asked the benefactor for a favor, and asked the benefactor to be merciful."
Cao Zhe ate it happily and said: "This ghost meat is also a meat dish. The old monk should go to a nearby place to make alms. Such a greasy, meaty and fishy place is not the place where the old monk should come."
Cao Zhe had been a monk for several months, and he had read a lot of Buddhist classics in Shaolin Temple.
For example, those monsters and monsters that commit crimes and commit crimes have always been a good subject for monks to undergo transformation to show that all living beings are equal and that any existence can escape from enlightenment.
Maybe it was a collision this time.
The judge killed the evil ghost and saw that it had superior supernatural powers to protect himself, so he made an appointment with the Kitchen God to make fried faces.
But the old monk, who might be related to this evil ghost, chased after him, hoping to gain a favor.
The old monk had no choice but to take out a golden lotus flower and handed it to the judge: "How about the old monk exchange this with the judge?"
The judge turned to Cao Zhe and asked, "This evil spirit ate hundreds of people in three months. Among them were women who were eight months pregnant, and some babies who were less than three months old. The blood debt is so numerous that it is difficult to write down."
"The lotus in the old monk's hand is a wonderful thing in the merit pond in the Lingshan Temple. Just one lotus is enough to win favor from Lord Yama and erase one name from the book of life and death."
"If you stop eating, will I give this lotus flower to you?"
"And this old monk was born in White Horse Temple and has some background on Lingshan Mountain. He is very difficult to deal with."
"Do you still dare to continue eating?"
Cao Zhe heard this and said, "The judge doesn't need to say anything. He's just in charge of the food. It's a pity that there's meat but no wine. After all, it's less fun."
"There is some wine here, Xiaoyao. If the Taoist Priest doesn't mind it, you can drink some." A high-pitched voice said.
But in the dark mountain forest, a group of short foxes were walking silently, carrying a sedan.
The white gauze on the sedan was blown up by the wind, and it was clear that the person sitting in the sedan was an old fox who was dressed like a human official and looked a bit rich.
Although it spoke human words, it did not transform into a human form.
When the field mouse demon saw the old fox, he felt as if he had met a savior. He kept kowtowing and seemed to be asking for help.
Cao Zhe said confidently: "What kind of good wine is it? Just give it a try!"
The old fox waved his paws, and the two foxes carried a wine jar and walked towards Cao Zhe's feet.
A strong aroma of wine emanated from the opened wine jar.
Before you even take your breath, the aroma of wine seems to make you drunk.
