The old man's eyes straightened when he heard this, and he said to Master Sanzang: "Master, can your disciple eat iron nails? Will something happen? I am one hundred and eighty years old this year, and I have never seen anyone who can turn iron into water. ”

Sanzang said with a smile: "Old man, my disciple is naughty, he has a copper mouth and iron teeth, if he is hungry, he can eat a few catties of iron nails." ”

The family members of the old man rushed to hear the news and surrounded many people. These people have all practiced magic since childhood, and they don't believe in the words of Sanzang and the monkey.

In a short time the good deeds brought the nails, which fell to the plate with a clatter, and a young man took them and handed them to the monkey.

The monkey smiled, he was a guy who liked to show off his skills the most, and immediately took the iron plate, and took the iron plate as a round cake, and the iron nail was used as the sesame condiment on the round cake, and tore the iron plate into iron bars, and rolled the iron nail, and in the blink of an eye, he ate the iron plate and the iron nail clean, and burped by the way.

The old father-in-law's family saw that their eyes were straight.

Hei Tan smiled: "Uncle, my senior brother eating iron nails and plates is a trivial matter, if he is hungry, he can drink molten iron and copper juice as water." ”

"Molten iron and copper juice burned in the furnace?" the old man's eyes widened.

"Yes!" the monkey laughed, smugly. He admired people's surprised expressions.

"Molten iron and copper juice at high temperatures, if this master wants to be able to drink it, I will kowtow to him as a teacher. A little grandson of the old man's family said.

The monkey smiled and said, "Grandson, if you want to apprentice, I don't necessarily accept you." ”

Xiaolong was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and he smiled, who had become black-bellied: "Senior brother, you can show them a bowl of molten iron and copper juice." ”

Han Zhu snorted and said, "Monkey, can it be interesting to play with mortals." Bored. ”

Among the disciples, only Sha Seng was silent.

"We are all disciples of the Flying Sword Immortal, the descendants of the immortals of the Five Villages of Wanshou Mountain, we are not ordinary mortals. A young man refuted Hanji's words.

Han snorted, ate and drank to his heart's content, and swayed out the door. I found a place to lie in the corner of the yard, too lazy to move.

The monkey smiled and said, "Uncle, can you find molten iron and copper juice?"

"There are blacksmiths in the village who make weapons, and the fire is not extinguished all year round, but the temperature of the molten iron and copper juice is extremely high, and we can't have anything to hold it. The old man said.

"It's okay, take me!" the monkey was in high spirits, just trying to show off his skills. Applause.

Sanzang smiled, let the monkey make trouble, and did not drink!

So, the old man's family went out with the monkey and went to the blacksmith's house to perform and drink molten iron and copper juice, and along the way, the news spread and caused a sensation in the whole village.

Adults and children in the village. They are all people who know spells, and they love spells. Worship spells, also practice spells, the village has lived for more than two hundred years old people everywhere, strong spirits, good health, these old people are all proficient in spells. I heard that there were strange people in the village, who were proficient in Xuantong, and they all came out to see the excitement.

The monkey and his father-in-law's family came to the blacksmith's house, and the blacksmith was also a spell master, and he had already learned the news. He carried the iron furnace into the courtyard, threw a divine fire talisman into the furnace, refined the three catties of refined iron into red molten iron, poured it into an iron trough, and waited for the monkey to drink it.

When the monkey came, the scene was already crowded, and the villagers couldn't see it, so they took out the paper crane paper horse paper man from their pockets, chanted a spell, and some rode on the paper crane, and the paper crane flew to a low altitude and carried the owner to watch. Some rode on the paper horse, and suddenly their eyes were broadened, and some let the paper man lift himself high and stretch his neck, so that he could see the hairy-faced little Lei Gong next to the stove drinking molten iron performance.

The old man was a good man, and after all, he was a little uneasy, so he asked the monkey: "Master, if you drink this molten iron, if you burn your mouth, burn your internal organs, and kill you, and your master and disciples come to ask me for someone, what should I do?"

The monkey said: "Don't worry, the whole village is a witness, if I drink molten iron and die of pain, scalded to death, it has nothing to do with you and all of you, that is my own fault, if you want to blame, blame me for not being good at learning, blame my master for not teaching me real skills." ”

When the villagers heard this, they all applauded.

All of them knew magic, but they had never seen anyone dare to drink molten iron. At that temperature, ordinary skin and flesh will be burned to black ash. Unless this monkey Lei Gong really has the ability.

A young do-good man shouted, "Master, if you want to drink it, drink it quickly, and when the molten iron is cold, it won't taste good." ”

There was a burst of laughter.

Another young man smiled and said, "Master, do you want to add some salt to the molten iron, vinegar and soy sauce or something, don't put a little bit?"

This time the women giggled and laughed.

The monkey saw that the scene was almost lively, and began to show off his skills, he stood, and did not use his hands to hold the iron trough, and his mouth was aimed at the molten iron and sucked, and he saw a red and shining golden molten iron flying into his mouth in a line, the monkey opened its mouth widely, and the molten iron line was poured directly into his throat, without swallowing, it slid into his belly, and in the blink of an eye, all the red molten iron in the iron trough entered the monkey's mouth, slid into the monkey's throat, and entered his belly.

The audience was silent!

All of them were immobilized if they were shocked.

The monkey sucked up the molten iron, rubbed his belly, and his eyes fell on the blacksmith's furnace, and he circled around the furnace, and said with a smile: "This furnace seems to be some days old, and it must taste better than molten iron." He grinned as he starved at the stove as he looked hungry.

The blacksmith reacted with a sigh, hurriedly blocked in front of the monkey, and said, "Master, I already know your supernatural powers, my blacksmith is convinced, this iron furnace is a treasure handed down from my ancestors, if you eat it, my family's livelihood will be difficult." Master, forgive me!"

The monkey looked around, he was very happy and satisfied when he saw the people staring at him, and said with a smile: "Okay, isn't there a big spell competition in your village tonight? When will it start? I have the fate to come to your village today, why don't you ask me to be your judge, and those who win the first place in the spell competition tonight can ask me to teach you a spell." ”

The elders in the village were immediately displeased, the judging of the magic competition, passed down from generation to generation, there are only two kinds of people who can do it, the first is the village chief and the elders in the village, and the second, the flying sword immortals in the Wuzhuang Temple of Wanshou Mountain.

The elder said, "Master, you are a passing monk, not from my village, nor the Flying Sword Immortal of Wanshou Mountain, so I'm sorry, Master, you can't be the judge teacher of our magic competition in the village tonight." ”

The monkey was immediately displeased: "What is the flying sword fairy of Wuzhuang Temple, old man, tell you, I am the Monkey King, even if the elder of your Wuzhuang Temple sees me, you must call me a great sage, I will be the judge of the spell competition in your village, and it is a blessing that your village has not encountered for thousands of years!"

When the words fell, a clear child's voice sounded in the sky: "Where did the wild monk come from, so rude, he dared to call the name of my Zhenyuan Patriarch." (To be continued.) )