After the three of them entered the house, the old woman blamed them a few times, "Do you still know how to come back? If I had known the old man and I would have eaten up all these! Eat them all!"

Even though he said this, the chopsticks in front of the two elders did not move at all.

Looking at the cute look of the old woman pretending to be angry, Tang Chan hurried forward, took the old woman's arm, and said coquettishly, "Okay, grandma, we just discussed a very, very cool thing."

As if he suddenly thought of something, Tang Chan asked, "Grandma, can you drink?"

"Wine? I haven't drunk for a long time..." A trace of nostalgia flashed across the old woman's face, and she glanced at an empty place in the corner of the wall intentionally or unintentionally.

When my son was there, the family of three couldn't have a few drinks.

How could someone living in this Huangfengling Mountain not drink alcohol?

What people here are best at drinking and eating spicy food.

Tang Chan waved her hand and then took out several jars of good wine from the system.

The moment the lid of the sealed wine was opened, a fragrant smell of wine could not be dissolved.

Soon, Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong and their father-in-law began to push the cup and drink it.

Tang Chan and the old woman were drinking there.

After mid-day of the meal, the three of them soon began to feast on their faces.

Tang Chan no longer has the image of a lady, and she is scrambling to eat with Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong.

Her handsome little face was covered with oil, and she was still pointing at the point of saying, "Hey! Bajie, Wukong, you can't eat so quickly!" "Respect the master! Do you understand? Respect the master!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be the first to respect the master after I'm full." Zhu Bajie said vaguely with all kinds of dishes in his mouth.

"Haha" Sun Wukong laughed and danced, "Master, I think this sentence is right for the fool."

"snort!"

She smiled a little proudly, and Sun Wukong picked up a small lump of pepper with chopsticks.

"Cough cough,,,," "Ah!!! It's so hot that I'm old Sun, cough..." Sun Wukong was crying and turning around.

The others were laughing there, and Tang Chan was even more laughing.

Zhu Bajie smiled and said nonsense, "Hey, where did you come in and play monkeys? I really should let the senior brother come over and compete with him for somersault..."

"Hahaha..." As soon as this said, everyone laughed. Even Sun Wukong, who was rolling around with somersaults, smiled and murmured in words like where the monkey was.

Gradually, it turned late at night, and there was a slight sound in the two old houses.

The table was in a mess, and the fish that was full of color, fragrance and flavor that had been displayed before was only a piece of residue left.

Tang Chan used the last bit of soberness she kept, helped the old woman into the room and stumbled back to her room.

When he returned to the room, Tang Chan fell to sleep.

Bajie and Wukong were lying at the table with their father-in-law, falling asleep.

The wine jar that was tilted to the ground was accidentally swept by a foot, and the sound made was jingling.

It seemed that there was still some unfinished wine in it.

"Damn!" Zhu Bajie was struggling and suddenly sat up and shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, he snored again.

The sky was just right tonight, and the silver-white moonlight fell on the ground, illuminating the scenery on the ground clearly.

A white horse was tiptoing in front of the door, watching through the gap in the door.

"Hmph! You guys have eaten and drunk, but let me eat grass here."

"What second junior brother? If I am willing, then I will be the second disciple with the pig head?"

At this time, Xiao Bailong's determination had already been shaken a little. Should he earn a third disciple?

Forget it, let’s talk about it then. I think she will not have three more apprentices.

In this way, Xiaobailong gave up another opportunity...

The door was pushed open softly.

After a long time, a small figure burped and stumbled into the horse's house.

As a foodie, Bailong, fresh and delicious fish are naturally his favorite.

......

A light appeared in the sky. Sun Wukong gently massaged his temples, and his demonic power was circulating in two circles.

The fatigue brought by the spirits was wiped out.

With a wave of his hand, a hazy golden halo spread out, and Zhu Bajie and his father-in-law woke up one after another.

"Uh..." After rubbing his eyes and seeing the person in front of him clearly, Zhu Bajie asked, "Brother Monkey, Master's wine is indeed delicious. I feel that it is much better than the mellow brew from the Tiangong that day."

"Tsk," Sun Wukong curled his lips with disdain, "How can I know what the wine in Tiangong tastes?"

"You..." Just as you were about to argue, Zhu Bajie hurriedly stopped talking. Those words were taboos.

"Hiss!" Zhu Bajie suddenly took a breath.

"Brother Monkey, have you cleaned up this table?"

I saw that the plates on the table seemed to have been washed, extremely shiny, no longer the messy appearance of last night.

"without."

"That's you, old man?" Zhu Bajie continued to ask.

"No." The father-in-law looked innocent.

"Are you recruiting a thief?" Zhu Bajie asked. If the dignified Marshal Tianpeng and the former Monkey King were stolen by the thief in the human world, then... I'm afraid the three realms will laugh out loud.

"Steal your leftovers? Haha... Idiot." Sun Wukong smiled sarcastically, turned around on the spot, and began to stretch his muscles and bones.

Zhu Bajie was a little concerned about this matter, and his silver light flashed in his eyes. He looked around in the room without believing in evil to see if there were any clues about the thief.

"Hmph, this idiot, too... it should be letting them know each other."

Looking at the clean plates on the table, Sun Wukong smiled at his father-in-law, "It just doesn't need to be cleaned up."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged on the long bench in front of him.

After sitting down, Sun Wukong did not practice immediately, as if he was waiting for something.

"Brother Monkey! Come out quickly." Zhu Bajie's scream came from outside the house.

"What's wrong?" Sun Wukong asked slowly.

"This, this, this..."

"Oh, go to the backyard to bring some grass in. The little thing ate wine and wakes up and likes to eat grass."

After saying that, Sun Wukong began to practice and ignored Zhu Bajie at all.

I wonder what kind of identity the master wants to cultivate to the underworld?

After a while, Zhu Bajie threw the grass in his arms into the horse's circle and muttered in a low voice, "Hmph, this monkey! It turns out that he knew that this horse is not an ordinary person, but how could there be a dragon's breath on it?"

"Forget it, I'll have time to ask the master, and the stinky monkey can't ask anything."

Suddenly, a pure demonic aura suddenly rose.

Sun Wukong, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light flashed, looking somewhere.

His eyes were filled with heartache, and he called out "Master..." in a deep voice.

Zhu Bajie held a silver nine-toothed rake in his hand and rushed towards the direction of the demonic power.

But when I arrived at the door, I suddenly realized that I had recognized the source.

Zhu Bajie's eyes instantly red and swollen. In order to take me to the underworld... have the master started practicing demon skills?

A trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. Sun Wukong wanted to stop Tang Chan, but after struggling for a long time, the golden eyes finally slowly closed.

Sun Wukong began to work hard to practice his martial arts, but he was still thinking about Tang Chan's affairs in his heart.

Do you persuade me? How do you persuade me? If you persuade me, how can you encounter the previous situation? Can you save the master?

But will these gods and Buddhas all over the sky tolerate such masters?

A Buddhist disciple who practices the demonic path?

A trace of determination flashed in his heart, and Sun Wukong made an oath in his heart.

One day, I want this world to have a place for my master.

"If the Heavenly Palace does not tolerate her and wants to kill her, what do you want?" asked a familiar but somewhat ethereal voice in his heart.

The voice was so familiar that when Sun Wukong, who was already very sensitive, heard it, he did not have any suspicion, but answered directly.

"Treading to the south sky, breaking the sky!"

"The Buddhas in the sky do not tolerate her and want to kill her. What do you want?" the voice asked again.

"Then let all the Buddhas be killed and the heavens hear the master's name and only tremble!"
To be continued...