In the room, after the servants cleaned up the scattered dishes, Xuanji looked at Xuanzang.

Xuanji felt like he was panicking right now.

By the way, it's a little confused.

Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!

What's going on now?!

Wasn't this originally what Uncle Shi asked us to give this monk a little color to see?

The poor road has set up this Hongmen banquet today, and it almost succeeded.

Who knew that Uncle Zhushi, who was originally the mastermind behind the scenes at the critical moment, suddenly jumped out and lifted the table, and told our secrets!

Conscience found?

Pull it down, I don't believe he has that thing.

And that's not the point.

The key is that the monk who was reminded of it beat his uncle into the eyes of an iron-eating beast with his backhand, and the whole person fainted directly.

Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, who is with whom in the end!

None of this is the most important thing, the most important thing is -

Now this little monk is looking at the poor road, what to do about the poor road is now very panicked.

Xuanji looked at Xuanzang with a nervous expression.

This monk—

Before, he knocked out Xuanyan's guy with one punch, a fierce stroke.

Isn't it time to deal with the poor road?!

No, it should definitely come to clean up the poor way, after all, the poor way is harmful, and this monk almost broke the vows!

It's like the way of the Taoist priests.

It's a mortal enemy who doesn't share the sky!

The more he thought about it, the paler Xuan Ji's face became, and Xuan Yan was directly knocked unconscious with a wave of his hand.

His uncle was knocked down by a punch when he defected.

As the mastermind behind the scenes-

It's over the calf.

Then Xuanji saw Xuanzang grinning at him.

This smile made Xuanji seem to see the devil.

The legs and stomachs are constantly swinging.

"Amitabha~"

When the Buddha's horn sounded, Xuanji subconsciously took a step back and looked at Xuanzang in horror.

"Amitabha, the mystical little path is long, is there any more of this dish, the poor monk is hungry. Xuanzang said with pity on his face.

A table of meat!

It's all gone because of a pen!

It's a pity -

"What?"

Xuanji asked rhetorically with a confused expression.

Did you have a problem with your ears just now?

"Amitabha, the poor monk wants to ask, is there any more of this dish?" Xuanzang blinked his eyes and looked at Xuanji.

At this moment, Xuanji even seemed to see something shiny in the eyes of this little monk.

Immeasurable Tianzun, is the poor Dao pair of tricks useless, they are all hallucinating!

"No... Nope. Xuanji said with a bitter face.

This was specially prepared by someone, and it was also the imperial chef who went out of the city to visit relatives today, and then came to visit Yuan Tiangang, and made a table of dishes with his hands, and he had already left after he finished cooking.

Where to find it!

Then, Xuanji saw that Xuanzang's face gradually became a little chilly, and Xuanji couldn't help but shudder.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, but there are still materials in the kitchen, Poor Dao will immediately find someone to make it for the master. ”

Under the influence of a strong desire to survive, Xuanji said stubbornly.

"Amitabha, the little Taoist said so much that he almost misunderstood the poor monk, the little Taoist is very good at being a man, and the poor monk appreciates you very much. ”

Saying that, Xuanzang kept patting Xuanji's shoulder like an elder.

"Hiss~"

Xuanji suddenly gasped, and the whole face on his delicate face was tightly wrinkled.

It hurts so much, is this bald man so ruthless that he is born with divine power.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is really just born with divine power. Xuanzang looked at the face of the little Taoist priest and explained seriously.

In an instant, Xuanji looked at Xuanzang as if he had seen a ghost.

Mind reading?

, is there such an anti-human, insidious ability?

No, the magic power of Buddhism should be called his heart communication.

In other words, the idea of the poor road was completely read through by this bald-master from the beginning?

Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Xuanji suddenly felt that it was really not an easy thing for him to survive.

"Amitabha, the poor monk really doesn't know how to read minds or his ability to understand the mind. Xuanzang explained again.

The poor monk has only learned micro-expression for a while, plus he has been in the Pure Land Temple for so many years, and he has been using three old guys as training objects.

But this kind of thing naturally can't be said.

"Gollum~"

Xuanji took a step back again, I believe you are a ghost, you are a bad - the kind master is very bad~

"Amitabha, monks don't speak!"

Mystery......

Xuan Yan, who was still lying down, told us that this sentence was completely unbelievable!

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Master Poor Dao should go to the kitchen and find someone to cook for you. ”

Xuanji said with a bitter face.

I have to get out of here quickly, as for the imperial chef's absence, what should I do with this dish?

Actually, it's simple, just make a table of vegetarian dishes and fool around.

"Amitabha, by the way, the path is long, the poor monk is not taboo in three meats, there is nothing taboo, the more meat and vegetables, the better, and add a little ginger, onion and garlic. Xuanzang explained as if ordering food in a restaurant.

Then, Xuanji paused, then turned around and looked at Xuanzang speechlessly.

At this moment, Xuanji seemed to understand why Xuanzang knocked Uncle Zhushi unconscious, this is completely a wine and meat monk!"

"Master, isn't it good to drink wine and eat meat?"

"Amitabha, on the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops of grass go down to the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work. What the poor monk eats is not meat, what he drinks is not wine, and what he breaks is not the precepts, but a piece of the mind of all beings. ”

Xuanzang raised his head forty-five degrees to look at the sky - flower board.

The bright eyes gradually became deeper.

Xuanji was stunned for a moment, and then stood in awe.

What is eaten is not meat, and what is broken is not the precepts, but a piece of the mind of sentient beings?

At first glance, it doesn't sound like much, but with the previous verses, there is inexplicably a special artistic conception, and this verse-

Xuanji looked at Xuanzang with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

This monk has great talents!

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the master rested for a while, and Poor Dao ordered the kitchen to make a table of dishes, and after finishing the meal, he took the master to the residence to live. The sincerity of this statement is not false at all.

At this moment, no matter what the camps of the two sides were, Xuanji felt that he admired Xuanzang.

"No need, the palace has prepared food here, you can drag this old Taoist priest out first. ”

Just as Xuanji was about to leave, a coquettish voice came from the door.

Immediately, a beautiful woman walked in, and without waiting for Xuanji to say anything, the beautiful woman flashed her waist card, Xuanji suddenly shrank her head, glanced at Xuanzang with some concern, and then pulled out the unconscious Zhushi without saying a word.

The next moment, the ice on the surface of Fangling, which was originally serious, melted instantly, and the whole person kept approaching Xuanzang

"Little master, I haven't seen you for a long time, have you ever wanted to go to the palace?" asked Fang Ling shyly.

"Amitabha, color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. "Xuanzang, no.

"I heard that the little monk you haven't had lunch yet, and the palace specially asked the imperial chef to prepare some dishes. Saying that, Fang Ling didn't wait for Xuanzang to speak, found a position closest to Xuanzang, and gently opened the food box on the table.

A rich aroma of beef and mutton erupted, and Xuanzang suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the food box.

Two meats and one wine, and a plate of verdant cold cucumbers.

It's hearty~