The strongest middleman in the heavens

Chapter 247 Dragon Blood Vermicelli Soup!
Ignoring the horror in the little white dragon's eyes, Tang Seng continued to caress the smooth and cold dragon scales on the little white dragon.

"Tsk tsk, these dragon scales are not bad, they are so cold, if you pull them all out and make them into robes, they will definitely be able to protect you from the heat on this scorching hot day...

And the dragon whiskers, dragon tendons, dragon claws, and dragon horns are all very good things..."

Tang Seng's tone was always gentle, and his palms gently stroked Xiao Bailong's body. Every time he said a word, Xiao Bailong's body would tremble, and in the end it began to tremble crazily.

Seeing Xiaobailong's performance, the corners of Tang Seng's mouth rose slightly.

This is what he wanted, but he really didn't want to let go of the dragon's blood.

I used to read novels, but I heard that the whole body of the dragon is full of treasures. Now that I met him today, he naturally couldn't miss it. Now it's just a matter of tossing, as long as there is one life left, Guanyin will naturally make him recover.

So this is definitely an opportunity not to be missed, after this village, there will be no such shop!
And this little white dragon is really crazy, I believe that after this time, he will definitely leave a deep impression on this kid.

"Master!"

At this time, only a shout was heard from a distance, and Monkey King had rushed back from a distance with big bags and small bags.

He was holding garlic, green onions, star anise, pepper, cinnamon and other ingredients, and in his right hand pocket, Tang Seng saw a bundle of vermicelli.

Seeing vermicelli, to be honest, Tang Seng was surprised.

"Wukong, this is?"

Seeing Tang Seng saw vermicelli, Sun Wukong was taken aback, but he still smiled and said: "Master, this is called vermicelli, and it is a specialty of a large human cultivation city nearby. My old grandson happened to bring some back when he saw it."

Hearing Sun Wukong talk about fans, Tang Seng couldn't help being a little surprised.

"I didn't expect such things as fans to exist in this prehistoric world. I didn't expect that at that time..." Shaking his head to suppress his thoughts, Tang Seng took the fans from Monkey King.

"Master, what should we do now?" Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng and asked.

Hearing this, Tang Seng was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Xiao Bailong, who was covered in blood and was still trembling, weighed the fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "It happens that the ingredients are all there,
Wukong, today I will make a pot of dragon blood vermicelli soup for you as a teacher! "

"Dragon blood vermicelli soup?"

Hearing this name for the first time, Sun Wukong couldn't help asking curiously.

"Start a pot and light a fire!"

"Yes!"

After a while, Monkey King set up the stove and started to light the fire.And Tang Seng was unambiguous, took off his cassock, rolled up his sleeves and started working.

Put in a little raw oil, and then put in a few cloves of garlic. After the taste is strong, put in the ingredients that have been washed by Monkey King, pour in clear spring water and start cooking.

Soon, the fragrance overflowed.

"Master..."

Monkey King, who was squatting on the side and waiting quietly, smelled the smell and jumped up and down anxiously. If Tang Seng was not still boiling, the monkey would have rushed up.

Of course, Sun Wukong was not the only one who was attracted, but also the little white dragon who was about to die of fright.

"It smells so good!"

At this moment, Xiao Bailong couldn't help but have such an idea in his heart.

But following his heart sank to the bottom of the happy valley.Because he knew that this pot of fragrant soup was preparing for him.

Thinking of what Tang Seng said just now, dragon scales, dragon whiskers, dragon horns, dragon claws, dragon meat... the little white dragon began to struggle crazily again.

But Monkey King's golden cudgel, how can he break free?
He is now the dragon meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of others, but there is nothing he can do!

"Master's craftsmanship is more delicious than any mortal delicacies that my old grandson has ever eaten. I have never heard that it can be cooked like this. I am afraid that it will be nothing more than that when the God of Cookery comes..."

Ignoring the monkey who was about to drool anxiously, Tang Seng was still cooking the soup, and at the same time, he was still silently calculating the heat.

Just waiting for the final moment to come.

After a while, I saw that Tang Seng's hands finally stopped. After a while, Tang Seng said: "The fire is here, Wukong, draw some dragon blood..."

Monkey King, who was on standby at any time, heard the order, and rushed out in a flash.

In an instant, he came to Xiao Bailong, and a knife appeared in his hand. Under Xiao Bailong's terrified gaze, he raised his hand and cut it with a knife, and a stream of dragon blood burst out immediately.

The scalding dragon's blood flew out, and all of them were imprisoned by Monkey King's magic power, and then sent to Tang Seng.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Tang Seng was not polite, and directly put it into the pot. The hot dragon blood entered the soup base that had been simmering for several hours. Under Tang Seng's stirring, after a while, pieces of dragon blood came out .

A more enticing fragrance wafted out.

Because of the addition of dragon blood, the fragrance wafted hundreds of miles away, instantly attracting countless mountain spirits and monsters to come and watch.

Among them, there are many monsters who have achieved success in cultivation.

However, when these monsters were less than a hundred meters away, they were burned to ashes by Monkey King with his fiery eyes.

Naturally, Tang Seng didn't know all this. At this time, he had already added vermicelli into the soup base, and the fragrance became more and more intense. Finally, with Tang Seng's order to put out the fire.

This pot of dragon blood vermicelli soup is officially ready!
"Take a bowl and eat it yourself!" Tang Seng couldn't help feeling amused when he looked at the monkey who was already drooling, so he said.

As he said that, he took out the purple gold bowl and filled a bowl for himself.

"Duck blood vermicelli was eaten a lot in the previous life. I don't know how this dragon blood vermicelli soup is..." Thinking in his heart, Tang Seng picked up his chopsticks and took a sip.

In the past, Tang Seng would never believe that there is a kind of food that is so delicious that the Venerable Master sheds tears, but now he believes it.

There is really a food that is so delicious that it can make people cry, at least he is like this now.

It melts in the mouth, and the lips and teeth are fragrant. The moment the mouth is in, a warm current rushes from the throat into the abdomen. It is obviously summer, and there is still a scorching sun above the head.

But at this moment, instead, he had a rustling and cool feeling of being in the cold winter months.

At the same time, because of the effect of the dragon's blood, Tang Seng only felt that he had an inexhaustible force all over his body. Now he had an illusion that if he wanted to, a single punch would be enough to break mountains and crack rocks.

But this is just an illusion of the power brought by the dragon's blood, and Tang Seng is well aware of this.

Of course, if he wanted, he could do it at any time. After the deal with Shunti, Zhunti gave him some Buddhist exercises, any one of which was enough for him to cultivate to the quasi-sage level.

"Master, this is so delicious!"

At this time, Sun Wukong's pleasantly surprised voice came from his ear. Hearing this, Tang Seng smiled and was about to speak, but at this moment, he heard a light scolding from above his head!
"Tang Sanzang!"

There was disbelief in the voice, but also anger.

Hearing this voice, Tang Seng was stunned for a moment, and then his face sank. When he looked up, he saw a woman standing not far above his head.

The woman is dressed in white, holding a suet jade bottle, and the Buddha's light shines behind her head.

It is Guanyin!

(End of this chapter)