"Okay." Tang Sanzang nodded and opened the lid of the stew pot with a wet towel. A rich aroma of mushrooms and pheasants came to his nose and spread to all sides.

In the tumbling pot, the chicken soup was already a little white, and the gray-white mushrooms were floating in the rolling chicken soup. I felt that the taste must be good.

"It smells so good!" Luo Xi's eyes lit up and she exclaimed softly.

All the old gods were also attracted by this fragrance. Although they had the ability to fast, they had been doing too miserable over the years and often couldn't eat them. When they smelled this fragrance, they felt that the greed in their stomachs would crawl out. If it weren't for reason telling them not to commit rashness in front of Sun Wukong, they would probably have rushed up. No one expected that Tang Sanzang, a monk, would have such good cooking skills, and they were all swallowing their saliva.

Although Tang Sanzang thought they were quite pitiful, the meat here was limited, and he was too lazy to make a big meal for sixty people, so he had to pretend that he didn't see what they wanted to eat.

Tang Sanzang took Ao Xiaobai's bowl and served her a bowl of chicken soup, a chicken leg and a few pieces of mushrooms, and then served Luo Xi and the others a bowl. He chopped the chicken into pieces, which would make it faster and easier to eat.

"It's really delicious. Master, there are still a few baskets of mushrooms there. We will win later. You can stew the soup for us every day in the future." Sha Wanjing took a sip of the soup, her eyes immediately narrowed together, and she looked at Tang Sanzang and said.

Tang Sanzang glanced at the old gods whose faces turned obviously dark, and nodded with a smile. It seemed that they could also see that Sha Wanjing and the others were obviously cheating on them.

He also served himself a bowl, and Tang Sanzang took a sip of the soup first. The taste was indeed very fresh. Pheasant was just an ordinary pheasant, but the mushroom was indeed good, much more precious than pheasant. Most of the umami flavor came from here. It seemed that the mountain god had indeed put his heart into avoiding torture, but the naughty child would not treat this thing as a treasure.

After dinner, several idle old gods rushed to help finish washing, and then secretly ate all the chicken soup and chicken wings left in the pot, and the two rabbit heads and chicken heads on the grill were not spared.

This sad scene fell in Tang Sanzang's eyes, and hesitated for a while, but hesitated for a while and took out a big pot of chicken and mushroom porridge for them. Although it was a little simpler, Tang Sanzang could only do this for so many people.

Sixty old gods were holding bowls, squatting on the ground, drinking porridge, and crying while drinking. The scene was very spectacular.

"It's been two hundred years, and I finally got a bite of something decent."

"It's not just that I've been decent, even two hundred years ago, I haven't eaten such delicious food. Master, can I add another bite?"

"Just just have a small bowl, just give me another small bowl, I think being bullied by that little devil is nothing."

All the old gods also lost their shame and began to praise Tang Sanzang in a variety of ways.

A simple supper ended with the old gods' wishes, and then the old gods were dragged to accompany them for another night. Five people took turns to fight, but they had never seen the six old gods who took turns to fight, and all sixty baskets of mountain goods belonged to Tang Sanzang and the others.

Tang Sanzang chose it, and left all the ingredients he liked. Ao Xiaobai and Luo Xi picked a few of the fancy stones in the flowers, and exchanged them all for them. They didn't want any pheasant things, so it would be more convenient to catch them on the road.

...

Hundreds of miles away, between a mountain stream, and in the cave, a figure dressed in red was sitting on a high position, and a little demon was half kneeling down.

"You said that a monk brought a few women into Hushan today, and he met the old guys in Hushan?" the man asked, his voice a little tender, but his tone showed unquestionable majesty.

"It's the king. I've seen the portrait of the eagle. I'm sure it's the Tang Monk." The little demon responded quickly.

"Okay, I heard that Tang Sanzang was traveling west long ago, and he was worried that he would not pass through my mountain. Unexpectedly, he came to the trap." The man laughed and said with some sarcasm: "Those old people are getting more and more useless. I originally kept them just to find some fun, but now it seems that it is better to let them go to mine and arrest them tomorrow to mine."

"Yes." The little demon responded, and hesitated again: "King, the eagle was a little frightened just now. I'm afraid that there are powerful helpers around Tang Monk. Should we be careful?"

"What kind of powerful helper can a monk have? What are you afraid of? I, the Holy Infant King, never know how to write the word "be careful"." The man waved his hand with some disdain and smiled: "I'm afraid they are too weak, so it's not meaningful to play like that."

"Yes! Yes!" The king was extremely brave. As long as those guys saw the king's heroic figure, they would be afraid that they would surrender immediately.

"Hahaha..." The man laughed very much, and after a while, he stopped. "Send the order and ask them to clean the steamer for me, and then let the goshawk who sent the message rest well. When he catches Tang Monk tomorrow, he will go to Cuiyun Mountain and Jilei Mountain to invite your eldest prince and grandmother to come and eat Tang Monk's meat."

The little demon took the order.

"Let them eat their fill first, and I will go and explore their strength tomorrow morning." A burst of laughter came from the empty hall.

...

Mahjong did not last long, because the strength of the old gods was really poor, and they soon lost all their chips. The one-sided mahjong competition ended like this. Everyone went back to their tents to sleep, while the mountain gods landed them each found a way to find a place to sleep in the valley.

The next day, just dawn, everyone was still sleeping. A red wind rolled in. A mile outside the valley stopped. A red figure appeared on a big tree and looked into the valley.

"There is really a tricky guy, huh, but it's okay. No matter how powerful it is, it can't stand my Samadhi True Fire. Go and grab one of them first. It will be even more interesting when they chase you." Red Boy raised his eyebrows slightly, and soon let go again. A smirk flashed across his tender face, and he held the red clouds on his body and rushed towards the valley with his hands and feet.

Tang Sanzang was still sleeping, and the ground suddenly vibrated slightly. A strong wind blew from nowhere, blowing towards several tents at the entrance of the valley.

"Is there an earthquake?" This was the first thought after Tang Sanzang was awakened.

"Master! It's pervert!" Then Ao Xiaobai's scream came from outside.

Tang Sanzang woke up with a sudden inspiration, quickly got up and got out of the tent. He happened to see a small fiery red figure holding Ao Xiaobai in one hand and flying away quickly.
Chapter completed!