Upon hearing this, the judge laughed and said, "Don't worry, this ghost head seems to have magical powers, and it can't be cut all the time. Just cut it with a blade, blow it up repeatedly, and have a feast!"

Cao Zhe said: "This is the best!"

Each person and a judge, plus a trembling field mouse, were waiting in this ruined temple.

Cao Zhe refused. The field mouse monster who repeatedly wanted to escape had to be forced back repeatedly. Looking at Cao Zhe, the judge, and even the ghost head in the judge's hands, he continued to shake... and his legs were softened into noodles.

After a moment, a red light fell from the sky, and a kind middle-aged man in yellow clothes and disheveled hair walked out.

When the judge saw this person, he immediately said happily: "Brother Guo, please let me wait!"

"Can you bring a stove?"

The visitor is the Kitchen God.

Specializes in the matter of cooking fires in the world.

The Kitchen Lord glanced at Cao Zhe, nodded slightly, and then said to the judge: "This is natural. He also took ten kilograms of high-quality butter. Last month, the evil dragon was just chopped off on the dragon-slashing platform. I happened to pack up the dragon bones and took them back to stir-fry them out."

As he said that, he threw out the stove and iron pot, and took out another jar of golden oil.

Blow a breath, and there is no fire under the stove, and the fire will be generated.

The golden color, but fragrant sesame oil was put into the pan, but it seemed to be hot after a while.

The judge untied the rope tied to the ghost's head with one hand, took out a sharp knife, and cut it into the ghost's face.

With a knife, the ghost head cursed loudly.

What the judge cut out was a bunch of vague black meat.

Throw it into the boiling oil, and with a dragon's roar, bursts of black smoke emerged.

Within a while, golden flakes floated up, like fallen leaves in autumn, floating calmly on the boiling oil. No matter how long it took to fry, it would not burn.

The ghost head, who had been cut, had its cheeks full at this time, and the judge immediately cut the knife and cut the face open again.

After repeating this, after about a stick of incense, a whole pot of golden slices had floated on the surface of the pot.

The judge reached out to the oil pan, picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it, making a crisp sound like eating potato chips.

Then he smiled and greeted Cao Zhe and the King of the Sauce and said, "Eat them all! Eat them all! It tastes so good! Such a delicious fried ghost noodles, the last time I ate them a hundred years ago."

The Kitchen God was not polite, and also reached into the oil pan to grab it. He grabbed three or five pieces at a time and stuffed them into his mouth, showing a satisfied expression.

When Cao Zhe faced this situation, he was not afraid at all. He stepped forward generously and reached out and touched the oil pan.

At the same time, the judge and the Kitchen God also seemed to have slightly focused on Cao Zhe.

But Cao Zhe's palm passed through the boiling oil safely, and then he picked up a golden thin piece.

The judge and the Kitchen King both smiled satisfied.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Although the judge had not been bewitched by the demon girl before, he wanted to eat demons and became a good impression of him. Because Cao Zhe was a disciple of the Taoist Taoist in Laoshan, he was somewhat close to him, so he invited him to eat ghosts together.

But if he can't even eat by himself, it will not be suitable for long-term relationships.

When the golden fried ghost slices were put into the mouth, they had a cool and crispy texture, which was a bit like eating cucumber-flavored potato chips, but they were not so greasy and had a more crispy texture. Sometimes there was a hint of gravy in the mouth.

Not only that, a fresh stream of vitality also surged from the abdomen and was quickly absorbed and digested by Cao Zhe's hungry body.

"It saved me about three days of hard work, good stuff!" Cao Zhe's eyes lit up slightly, and he was not polite, so he started quickly.

The judge was not slow, and he cut his face and cut his face one after another, like a knife cutting the face, peeling off the ghost's skin and throwing it into the oil pan.

And the ghost head seemed to be unable to finish it. Although it had been peeled hundreds of pieces, it continued to grow.

While eating, a beggar monk with barefoot feet in patchwork clothes walked over with a thin body and bony figure. He looked at the ghost head in the judge's hand and clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

"I'm passing by with shamelessness and want to ask the judge for personal favor."

"Begging for alms from the judge, I hope the judge will be kind and give this ghost head to the old monk." The beggar monk said to the judge.

The judge sneered and just cut the meat into the pot.

The Kitchen God just carries the fire and cooks it.

As for Cao Zhe who was just free meals, he was eating so well that he wished he couldn't eat all of this ghost, but he could not eat enough.

The ghost head kept cursing, and even though he was chopped hundreds of times, he still had no intention of regretting begging for mercy.

The judge's knife is flying, and the slices are cut faster.

The Kitchens had gradually stopped reaching out to fry the thin slices from the oil pan. The only thing that he was still eating was Cao Zhe.

The beggar monk walked to Cao Zhe and said, "The old monk asked the donor to make a fuss, so please show mercy."

Cao Zhe had eaten happily and said, "This ghost meat is also a meat dish. The old monk begged for alms and should go to the next place. Such a place where the meat and fish are heavy is not the place where the old monk should come."

After all, Cao Zhe was a monk for several months, and he also read a lot of Buddhist classics in Shaolin Temple.

For example, those monsters and monsters who commit crimes and are vicious have always been monks who transform into equality in sentient beings and show the best themes that any existence can break free from enlightenment.

Maybe this time it was bumped.

The judge killed the evil ghost, but saw that he had excellent magical powers to protect him, so he asked the Kitchen God to eat fried faces.

But the old monk who was associated with this evil ghost or was chased by him and wanted to seek personal favors.

The old monk had no choice but to take out a golden lotus and handed it to the judge: "How about the old monk using this thing to exchange with the judge?"

The judge turned his head and asked Cao Zhe, "This evil ghost has eaten a hundred people in three months, including women who are pregnant for eight months and babies under three months. They are full of blood debts and are hard to write about."

"The lotus in the old monk's hand is a wonderful thing in the merit pool in Lingshan Bao Temple. This one is enough to get personal favors from Yan Jun and get rid of the name on the Book of Life and Death for a hundred and sixty years."

"If you stop eating, I will give you this lotus?"

"And this old monk was born in White Horse Temple and had some background on Lingshan, which was very difficult to deal with."

"Do you dare to continue eating?"

Cao Zhe heard this and said, "The judge does not need to say much, and he is in charge of the dishes. Unfortunately, there is meat but no wine, so he has less fun after all."

"The little demon has some wine here. If the Taoist priest doesn't dislike it, he can drink it." A sharp voice said.

But in the dark forest, a group of short foxes, carrying sedan chairs, walked silently.

The white gauze on the sedan chair was blown up by the wind. I saw clearly that the person sitting in the sedan chair was dressed like a human, looking at the old fox who was somewhat rich.

Although it speaks people's words, it has not transformed into human form.

When the voles demon saw this old fox, he immediately seemed to have met a savior, and kept kowtowing, as if asking for help.

Cao Zhe said with great confidence: "What kind of wine is it? Just take it to taste it!"

The old fox waved his claws, and the two foxes were holding a jar of wine and walked towards Cao Zhe's feet.

A strong aroma of wine appeared from the opened wine jar.

Before the wine can be drunk, the aroma of wine seems to make people drunk.
Chapter completed!