Tang Monk and his four disciples wanted to make a fire to keep warm, but when they thought there were sweet potatoes in their luggage, they took them out and baked them.

After a while, the fragrance filled the air.

Even Zhen Yuanzi outside smelled it and wanted to satisfy his cravings.

"It smells so good, Brother Monkey, it's almost done!"

Bajie looked at him with a gaze.

"Master, I'll give it to you first!"

It’s still Wukong’s filial piety, and he’s baked one for Tang Monk first.

"I'm so slow, I'm almost starving to death!"

Bajie snatched a half-baked sweet potato and started gnawing.

“It tastes really good.”

Tang Monk nodded. The sweet potatoes in Wuzhuangguan were filled with fairy spirit. They couldn't say that they could increase their lifespan after eating them.

The four masters and apprentices were eating very happily in Zhen Yuanzi's sleeves, and they could not tell at all that they were imprisoned.

"Hmph, see how long you can last!"

Zhen Yuanzi shouted coldly, "The three disciples cannot starve to death, and Tang Seng, one mortal, can he withstand it?"

When the food was just around the corner, the sound of weak mosquitoes and flies suddenly came from the four masters and apprentices.

puff!

This sound became familiar, and someone was farting!

There is not much space at all, and the smell is difficult to dissipate, which is to suffocate people to death.

"Idiot, what should I do if I ask you to eat less and get rid of the master? Will I still be able to obtain the scriptures?"

Wukong was very dissatisfied.

"Die monkey, you wronged me!"

Bajie quit.

"You digest quickly, who else can you?"

Wukong analyzed.

"Anyway, it's not me. Whenever Bimawen has any bad things, he will push him onto my old pig. Woo, Master, you have to make the decision for me!"

Bajie ran to Tang Seng and began to act coquettishly.

"Ahem, it's me."

Junior Brother Sha stood up embarrassedly.

Everyone was stunned. Sha Seng was honest and honest, and was reliable in doing things. How could he be deliberately farting and making noise?

"Master, I don't know, my stomach hurts a little!"

Sha Seng said embarrassedly.

"ah?"

At this moment, Bajie squatted down while covering his stomach and said in pain, "Old Sha, your stomachache is still contagious, you have been hurt by it!"

Even Tang Monk's lower abdomen hurt slightly.

"not good!"

Tang Monk frowned, "Ginseng fruit and sweet potatoes are extremely cold and a warm-hearted substance. Eating them together will cause repulsion reactions."

Is Tang Monk a modern person or a food lover? I know a lot.

"Ginseng fruit is an extremely cold product, with high protein, low fat, and low sugar characteristics, and is also rich in amino acids and trace elements."

"Sweet potatoes are sweet and warm in nature, and can smooth the intestines and relieve bowel movements, strengthen the stomach and nourish qi. They contain more cellulose, which can absorb water in the intestines and increase the volume of feces, causing laxative effects."

Tang Monk now understood that no wonder the boy gave ginseng fruit before, with ice cubes under it, in order to maintain an extremely cold taste.

"Master, you are right. Eating them together can help you get rid of your bowel movements. I, the old pig, can't hold it in anymore!"

Zhu Bajie shouted anxiously.

During the Wuzhuang Temple, he ate the most ginseng fruit and his body's rejection reaction was the most normal.

"Don't pull here!"

Wukong reminded.

"The eldest brother is right, second brother, bear it first!"

Sha Seng also advised.

Puff puff puff!

Bajie held it in a hurry, but accidentally made several series of sounds.

"It smells so smelly, no, I need oxygen for my teacher!"

Tang Monk pinched his nose.

"Master, I try to restrain myself as much as possible..."

Puff...

Before he finished speaking, Bajie came two more.

"Master, I can't help it!"

Bajie squatted down, took off his pants, and then a deafening sound came.

Boom boom boom boom!

Continuous and endless, rushing thousands of miles!

Bajie actually had diarrhea and sprayed it on Zhen Yuanzi's sleeve.

Tang Monk couldn't bear to take a second look, so he immediately used the method of holding his breath.

After some venting, Bajie lifted his butt, rubbed against the inner wall of Zhen Yuanzi's sleeve, and picked up the sweet potatoes that had not been eaten yet on the ground.

"Master, if you don't eat it, it's all a waste!"

"It's all yours!"

Wukong waved his hand, making the monkey's face flushed.

...

Zhen Yuanzi heard the stinky fart sound inside, his face turned blue and white, and his lungs were about to burst into anger.

"You guys are enough!"

Zhen Yuanzi was furious, shook his sleeves and threw several people out.

It doesn't matter if this shook, sweet potatoes and pig shit are mixed together, and they are stuck everywhere in the sleeves, golden and eye-catching.

"There are any kind of apprentice, and there is any kind of master. Tang Sanzang, get out for me!"

Zhen Yuanzi roared, and the sound exploded in the air.

He instigated his disciples to fart in his sleeves and did not take his Earth Immortal Ancestor seriously.

Tang Seng and others all rolled to the ground, falling to the ground, and found that they had arrived at Wuzhuangguan.

"It's over, Zhen Yuanzi is angry!"

Tang Seng was about to say something good, at least drag it to the Bodhisattva to come and rescue him.

As soon as he raised his head, Tang Seng was stunned.

Some yellow things were stuck to Zhen Yuanzi's face.

When he was shaking his sleeves just now, he deliberately increased his movements, which looked very cool. Zhen Yuanzi did this on purpose and wanted to pretend to be a pussy.

The consequence is that everything in the sleeves splashed out.

Originally, Zhen Yuanzi was angry, and Tang Seng didn't want to add fuel to the fire.

"Zhen Yuanzi, you have something on your face, it looks so good!"

Wukong was looking for trouble for nothing, which scared Tang Seng to fear.

"What's it?!"

Zhen Yuanzi dipped his fingers a little and asked.

"This is a sweet potato, picked from your backyard. Zhenyuan Daxian is worthy of being the ancestor of the earth immortal. There are many treasures in the family, and the sweet potato tastes great!"

Tang Seng flattered and prayed that Wukong would stop talking nonsense.

"Of course, my backyard stuff is a baby!"

When Zhen Yuanzi heard the praise, he became proud and said proudly, "This is not an ordinary sweet potato. You can live ten more years by smelling it, and you can live fifty more years by eating it!"
To be continued...