Journey to the West: Man in heaven, working nine to five

#1707 - Buddha fire slow cooking, the immortal will definitely praise me

After 'startling the snake in the grass' comes the 'vigorous calligraphy'…

This night was extraordinarily noisy.

Of course, the noise was all on Tang Sanzang's side.

Tang Sanzang had to face four old men alone, plus that naked ghost standing beside him. Tang Sanzang really wanted to knock them all down, but he couldn't. Chu Hao had given Tang Sanzang an important task: to stall these four elders.

Tang Sanzang knew that Chu Hao must be earnestly educating that Apricot Immortal. If he couldn't stall them here, it might ruin the Apricot Immortal's chance to succeed.

Amitabha, ruining someone's chance to attain enlightenment is like killing countless lives.

Tang Sanzang could only be forced to engage in nonsensical chatter with these four old men.

However, when Tang Sanzang opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Instead, the Old Man Eighteen saw that Tang Sanzang seemed nervous and said with a fake smile:

"Holy Monk, rest assured, that mortal will be fine. We are just seeking to discuss the Dao of poetry with you."

"How old are you?" Tang Sanzang suddenly asked.

The four elders didn't know which nerve in Tang Sanzang's brain had suddenly connected. It seemed he had figured it out and knew he couldn't escape this calamity.

Old Man Eighteen sneered inwardly. That's right, cooperate obediently, and we'll give you a quick death when you're thrown into the pot later. Otherwise, you might have to suffer the torment of a thousand cuts.

This was something these monsters had already prepared, especially to fill that big pot with everything. This was their path to holiness.

Now, they were just feigning civility with Tang Sanzang.

The four elders could also see that Tang Sanzang already knew their true forms, and they generously revealed their ages.

When they said it, each of them had at least a thousand years of cultivation.

Tang Sanzang's eyes almost lit up when he heard that. This was it, this was it!

As the saying goes, a thousand-year-old ginseng, a ten-thousand-year-old turtle.

This was simply a heaven-sent group of the best spirits!

Tang Sanzang now understood why these idiots were in such a hurry to come out and catch him to eat. It turned out that it was because they were all spirits, approaching the point of becoming demons, and wanted to use his flesh and blood to break through to a higher realm.

Tsk, tsk, tsk…

Too bad…

The strongest hunter always appears as prey.

Even if Chu Hao wasn't here, Tang Sanzang's strength would be enough to slice them up and dip them in sauce.

However, Tang Sanzang had to endure, had to coax them, so that Chu Hao could finish educating the Apricot Immortal before coming to collect these little brothers.

Tang Sanzang looked at the four elders with emotion and said:

"The four of you immortals enjoy great longevity, but Elder Jinjie is over a thousand years old. You have attained the Dao at an advanced age, with a pure and extraordinary demeanor. Could you be the Four皓 of the Han Dynasty?"

The four elders said, "You flatter us, you flatter us! We are not the Four皓, but just four scoundrels from the deep mountains. May I ask, Holy Monk, how old are you?"

Tang Sanzang smiled, "This poor monk has been solo since birth for over forty years and has never met an opponent."

Old Man Eighteen chuckled,

"It's just a pity that my sister wanted to find a marriage partner just now, but unfortunately, she fell for that mortal young master. She only said that in the eyes of men and women, there is only appearance. Otherwise, the Holy Monk would also have had a marriage opportunity today… Wait, isn't it normal for monks to be single?"

As Old Man Eighteen spoke, he was stunned himself. How did he end up planning to find a match for Tang Sanzang?