In addition to hunting in the mountains, Liu Boqin also opened up a small vegetable garden next to the house, and many vegetables grew quite well.

"Elder, you can rest for the time being, drink saliva, and I'll go to prepare a meal for you," beckoned Jiang Liu to sit down, and Liu Boqin said enthusiastically.

"Wait, Master Liu, I have a little dabbling in this trick, let the poor monk come today, you just go and slaughter this wild boar", listening to Liu Boqin's words, Jiang Liu opened his mouth to stop him.

At this time in the Tang Dynasty, the means of cooking dishes were relatively simple, either roasted, boiled, or steamed, and there were almost no other cooking techniques, which was very unpalatable for Jiang Liu, who was used to eating stir-fried vegetables.

Since he came to spend the night and asked for help to find Sun Wukong, Jiang Liu didn't mind showing his hand and letting Liu Boqin try his craft.

"Ah, elder, you say, ...... this wild boar?", Jiang Liu's words made Liu Boqin stunned.

Aren't monks fasting?

"Master Liu, go ahead, poor monks don't quit meat", seeing Liu Boqin's surprised appearance, Jiang Liu smiled slightly.

asked Liu Boqin to clean up the wild boar, and he set up a shelf outside and took out a wok from his storage space.

All the way west, 108,000 miles, since there is such a means as storage space, everything you can bring, clothes, gold and silver, and even pots and pans are brought as much as possible.

This wok, when Jiang Liu was in Chang'an City, specially invited craftsmen to create it.

Soon, Liu Boqin skillfully cooked a wild boar, and Jiang Liu cut a large piece of fat out.

Slice the fatty meat and squeeze the oil in a wok.

Stir-frying vegetables is naturally indispensable to oil, and without rapeseed oil, you can only use fatty meat to refine animal oil.

As the fat meat became more and more shriveled in the wok, all the oil in the fat was fried, and the fragrance of lard came out, making Liu Boqin shrug his nose a few times and lick his saliva.

It's so fragrant.

In a while, a large pot of wild boar meat roasted Chinese cabbage, the meat and vegetables were well matched by the river, and the rich aroma of meat emanated, which made Liu Boqin eat three bowls of rice and eat his stomach round.

At noon, I was in the Five Elements Mountain, and I just nibbled on some steamed buns, and this night, Jiang Liu also ate very happily.

A large pot of wild boar roasted cabbage was eaten directly by the two of them.

"Sure enough, in life, food, clothing, housing and transportation, food is the most important thing", touched his stomach, Jiang Liu's heart nodded with satisfaction.

"Elder, you are the most special monk I have ever met, your meal is so delicious", satisfied with eating, Liu Boqin smiled at Jiang Liu.

As soon as he said this, he paused slightly, and then said, "It's just, Elder, why are you different from other monks and don't abstain from meat?"

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha has left in his heart, and the practice of the poor monks has arrived, so naturally there is no need to abide by these rules and precepts", Jiang Liu replied with his palms together.

"The elder's sentence is very Zen, but if the monks all over the world use this sentence as an excuse for eating meat to crack it, wouldn't it be a monk or a monk, and a Buddha would not be a Buddha?"

"Actually, there is a second half of this sentence, if the world learns from me, it will be like falling into the devil", Jiang Liu spoke, but he completed this Buddhist poem.

"Elder, you, are you only allowed to eat for yourself and not for others, right?" Jiang Liu's words made Liu Boqin look at him with some suspicion, obviously not believing Jiang Liu's words.

Even, his eyes swept the Ming Wang crown on Jiang Liu's head, and he was a little suspicious of Jiang Liu's identity.

He doesn't look like a monk at all.

Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps, maybe this is what Liu Boqin thinks in his heart, right?

"Amitabha", seeing Liu Boqin's suspicious look, Jiang Liu whispered a Buddha horn and took off the crown of King Ming on his head.

Twelve ring incense scars, Liu Boqin's eyes widened.

"You, are you the Xuanzang holy monk who is going to the West Heaven to learn scriptures!?", looking at the twelve ring incense scars on Jiang Liu's head, Liu Boqin's eyes widened.

As he spoke, he hurriedly stood up, straightened his clothes, and knelt down in front of Jiang Liu.

"Master Liu, what are you doing?", seeing Liu Boqin's fierce reaction, Jiang Liu hurriedly pulled him up.

"Holy monk Xuanzang, forgive me for not knowing Mount Tai with my eyes, Your Majesty once said, seeing you is like seeing Your Majesty, I naturally want to kneel", Liu Boqin said urgently.

"Okay, there are no outsiders here, there is no need for this", helping Liu Boqin up from the ground, Jiang Liu shook his head and said.

Perhaps because he came from modern society, Jiang Liu's heart was actually quite disgusted by this immobile kneeling.

Not only do I hate myself bowing down to others, but I also don't like others bowing down to me.

"By the way, the poor monk is going, the mountains are far away, can you sell the wild boar you hunted today to me?", not wanting to dwell more on the issue of identity, Jiang Liu followed and changed the topic.

"Where the holy monk said, today you can taste the craftsmanship of the holy monk, it is already a great creation, just some meat, where do you dare to accept your money, you are tormenting me", listening to Jiang Liu's words, Liu Boqin hurriedly waved his hand, refusing to ask for money.

"Then thank you to the donor", since Liu Boqin refused to accept it, Jiang Liu naturally didn't mean to say more.

After eating, Jiang Liu put away the wild boar meat that had been prepared and went back to bed to rest.

Sitting cross-legged, silently exercising the exercises of Tianlong Zen sound, increasing experience points bit by bit.

After a night of silence, after a night of cultivation, he gained thousands of experience points.

The next day, Jiang Liu finished washing early, and then took out two taels of silver and put them under the mattress, and then pulled Liu Boqin on the road and went to the Five Elements Mountain early.

In any case, as a mountain hunter, he is not rich, a wild boar with dozens of catties of meat, plus he has spent the night overnight, if he doesn't give some money, he is uneasy.

Although it seems to be an unwritten rule for monks to turn into a monk and eat and drink for nothing, Jiang Liu can't do it himself.

All the way from leaving Chang'an, at least I haven't eaten and drunk in vain, and the money is small, at least, I can get a clear idea and have a clear conscience.

It is not far to go to the Five Elements Mountain, early in the morning, together with Liu Boqin, the walking speed is not slow.

It can also be seen that Liu Boqin is indeed very familiar with the surroundings, and he also knows where Sun Wukong is pressed, and he walks straight forward with a purpose.

In fact, Jiang Liu's heart is very confused, it stands to reason that Guanyin Bodhisattva has already told Sun Wukong that when he comes, he should have shouted early to let himself save him, why did he look for all the mountains and mountains yesterday, and he didn't see a single monkey hair?

Is this completely wrong, or is it that the Journey to the West that I traveled through is not the same as in the original book?

Or is it the so-called butterfly effect?

With a lot of thoughts, he followed Liu Boqin, and soon, he came to the foot of the Five Elements Mountain.

"Elder, do you see that peach tree? The monkey is pressed next to the peach tree," Liu Boqin said, pointing to a peach tree beside the mountain wall not far away.

Jiang Liu also saw this peach tree yesterday, but when he looked closely, he didn't see any monkeys around.

However, at the bottom of the mountain wall, a pile of dead leaves attracted the attention of the river.

Don't......

Jiang Liu's heart moved, and he took two quick steps over, picking up a pile of inconspicuous dead leaves.

Sure enough, a monkey was half crushed under the mountain, and half of its body was buried in the dead leaves.

"You can't see it, you can't see my ......," the river could hear the monkey's whisper as the leaves were peeled off.

"Is this monkey so skinny?", listening to Sun Wukong's whispered chatter, the corners of Jiang Liu's mouth twitched slightly.

No wonder he didn't find it yesterday, it turned out that he deliberately buried himself under the dead leaves to hide from himself.

"Ahem, Monkey King, right? I ...... it", coughed dryly, cleared his throat, and Jiang Liu said.

It's just that Jiang Liu's words had just come out, and Sun Wukong's voice sounded categorically, interrupting him.

"Don't go!"