That night, Tang Seng and Wukong settled in the farmer's home, and the kind farmer prepared vegetarian rice.

Millet porridge, noodles, and fried tofu with cabbage.

Tang Monk looked at the food on the table, and the displeasure flashed across his face. How could he eat the meat without even a little bit of it?

Tang Monk stood up and paced around the yard, searching around to see if there were any chicken, duck, fish, and meat.

Hurry!

Suddenly, a few splashes of water splashed out from the bucket in the yard, and there was a big black fish.

"My good dear, the farmer actually has such a good thing hidden."

Tang Monk was overjoyed and had fish soup tonight.

Seeing that the farmer's family was poor and could not eat other people's food for nothing, Tang Monk suddenly felt compassion.

When I wanted to sleep, someone gave me a pillow, and my mind suddenly remembered the sound of the system.

"Ding, congratulations to the master for getting 50 taels, please spend it within 24 hours!"

It seems that the system is still considerate!

"Oh, this fish has a bad face and can't be kept."

Tang Monk pretended to be surprised and shouted, "If you don't kill, you will definitely become a black fish spirit in a few years, which will harm humans!"

The farmer was stunned by the fright, but he didn't realize it was a black fish spirit.

Wukong looked at his master curiously, not knowing what he was going to do.

"How much can you sell for this fish?"

"About eight taels."

"This is fifty taels, no need to find it!"

Tang Monk generously took out the silver.

"There's too much money to be collected."

The farmer waved his hands quickly.

"We monks regard money as dirt. If we dare not accept money, we look down on monks, Guanyin, Buddha, and we will be able to live a life-long life!"

"ah?"

The farmer was frightened, but he didn't expect that there were so many tricks and was frightened by Tang Monk and finally accepted them.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the consumption of 50 taels and gaining 5 experiences!"

With a trembling hand, Tang Seng happily checked the system. He believed that it would not take long to upgrade his strength from plastic to brass.

Tang Monk not only wants to eat fish, but also gains experience when killing fish.

In order to gain experience, Tang Monk deliberately put his hand on the black fish's mouth and let it bite.

Seeing the black fish biting, Tang Monk immediately pulled his hand back.

"Wukong, have you seen it? The damn black fish actually wants to bite me!"

As he said that, Tang Seng grabbed the fish out of the bucket and threw it to the ground.

Bang!

The black fish flew for a few times and rolled her eyes.

"Ding, congratulations to the master for killing the black fish and successfully gaining experience 3 when fighting monsters!"

Wukong widened his eyes, shook his head, and said in his heart: "It was the master who put his finger in the fish's mouth, and the black fish died unjustly."

"Wukong, don't be idle, go and help the master make a fire!"

When Wukong was imagining, Tang Monk had already opened the intestines and broken the belly of the black fish and cleaned it.

Tang Seng was a fitness coach in his previous life, but he was also a food lover and his cooking skills were extraordinary.

In just a few dozen minutes, the scent of fish wafted out of the pot, making people drool.

On the dining table.

"Wukong, why don't you eat it? This fish is so fragrant!"

"Master, I'm not interested in meat and fish."

"I really don't eat it?"

Tang Monk pulled Wukong's bowl over, "This is a good thing. Don't waste it if you don't eat it, give it to me!"

The farmer has a small appetite, and a whole black fish is basically wiped out by Tang Monk.

Sniff, smell...

"Hey, why does it smell like wine?"

Tang Monk glanced at the corner of the jar.

"Mystery, that's my rice wine."

The farmer explained.

Tang Monk was very quick to move, and while the farmer was talking, he was already carrying the wine jar back to the dining table.

"It smells so good!"

Tang Monk pulled out the wine plug, poured a bowl on his own, and started drinking it.

"All the journey of learning scriptures, drinking some wine can relieve fatigue and have a good sleep."

"Master, monks don't stick to their wine and meat, what are you?"

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha keeps it in his heart. Sincerity is better than anything else!"

Tang Monk said nonsense that he was not a real monk, so he ignored his mother's rules and regulations.

After dinner, Tang Seng burped and went back to his room to rest.

Thanks to the TV shows Journey to the West every day during the winter and summer vacations, Tang Monk is very familiar with the plot of Journey to the West and knows that there will be bandits robbers tonight.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse at night. Tang Monk holds a Zen stick in his hand even when he sleeps. Tonight's bandits are full of experience.

The farmer was already asleep, the owl kept whining, and Tang Monk lost his sleepiness.

I’m bored at night, if I have a mobile phone to browse Weibo, I’ll be fine.

"Master, why aren't you sleeping yet? Are you worried about too many monsters on the way? Don't worry, with my old Sun here, one will fight one, and two will fight a pair!"

Sun Wukong was confident.

Tang Seng shook his head helplessly. When the monster comes, you will know that you will run to the sky to bring reinforcements.

After waiting for a few hours, there were no robbers attacking. The Journey to the West that was played back then was not a scam, right?

Tang Monk thought about it, Journey to the West shows a plot of a farmer meeting a bandit at home, so why no one came?

Just as Tang Seng was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, the sound of rapid footsteps finally came from outside.

"Ha, I'm finally here, it's worth it!"

Tang Monk was overjoyed, and a carp was erected and turned up from the bed, carrying a Zen stick to rush out.

Bang!

The farmer's door was kicked open, and then the farmer's struggle was heard.

"Dear men, I, an old man, have no money to farm. Please let me go."

"Get out of the way, don't have any money, let's search ourselves!"

"I can't give it to you!"

The farmer was protecting the box tightly. Tang Seng gave him fifty taels, all of which were inside.

Puchi!

The bandit was cruel and ruthless, stabbed the farmer into the stomach with a knife, and the blood flowed, and the farmer soon lost his breath.

"Master, wait for my old grandson!"

Wukong was also a person who hated evil. He took out a golden cob from his ears and chased Tang Seng out.

"Wukong, slow down..."

Tang Monk was afraid that Sun Wukong would kill the bandits with just a few sticks. These were all experiences he had used to upgrade. Wukong would snatch it away.

"Bandits are looking for a fight!"

Wukong made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago, and was suppressed by the Five Fingers Mountain for five hundred years. He had been itchy and had a great time dancing with the golden cudgel. He was so happy.

Tang Monk was still one step late. At present, Sun Wukong's magic power was much higher than Tang Monk, and his speed was not as good as him. Tang Monk was stunned as soon as he came out, and there was a corpse of bandits lying in the yard.

"Wukong, you!"

Tang Seng was really angry and wanted to beat him to death with a stick.
To be continued...