The question from the ghost happened to spread throughout the hall, attracting the attention of the whole hall. For a moment, the monster's eyes were projected from all directions. These eyes were so complicated that Li Changan could not distinguish what they meant. He could only hear Yan Xinglie's breathing next to him.
The sound gradually became louder and louder.
In full view of everyone, the Taoist priest lowered his head and smiled, holding the only thing that could be called a weapon in his hand - a meat cleaver that was two fingers wide, half a foot long, and had no tip.
Huh, a little light.
He raised his head again, faced the strange face of the devil, and was about to speak.
"ah……"
Several screams suddenly sounded in the field. The Taoist priest turned his head and saw that at the banquet, the dancers were all pale and running away. One of them was even more eager to transform into his original form, but he was a colorful turtle dove.
, took off his clothes, flapped his wings and flew out of the well.
But when he reached the height of the beam, he was grabbed by a big black-haired hand.
This change of events, with flesh and blood, was much more exciting than the dull dialogue of the devil questioning the Taoist priest. All the monsters quickly "turned the channel" to watch the excitement.
Only the ring-eyed man shouted loudly:
"Pork belly, stop!"
It turns out that when the trumpeting stopped, it was the time for the dancers to toast the distinguished guests.
It was the turn of the pig demon called Big Belly Tai Sui, and a ghost appeared to question Li Changan, attracting the attention of all the demons, and even the movements of the dancers' hands were slowed down. As everyone knows,
The pig demon was extremely impatient when it came to food. He was so impatient that he grabbed the dancing girl who was pouring the wine and stuffed her and the wine into her mouth!
The ring-eyed man was still questioning loudly, but the pig demon didn't even turn his eyes. He moved his cheeks, pulled out a bloody tattered gauze dress from his mouth, and then stuffed the turtle dove whole into his mouth.
.
While chewing, he shouted incoherently.
"This banquet is really boring. It's okay if the host doesn't come out to meet the guests. They promised to have enough good wine and meat, but they just use some bad wine and meat..."
"you……"
Seeing that the other party was completely ignoring him, the ring-eyed man became furious and wanted to take action.
"Oh, why is Tai Sui so popular..."
Suddenly, from behind the screen above, an old man in rich clothes appeared with a smile, and with just a look he stopped the ring-eyed man.
The Taoist priest raised his eyebrows.
The real owner finally comes out!
……………………
Although this mandrill is imitating others, its transformed shape is really weird, and its ugly face is actually similar to that of a ghost.
The old man had a shoehorn face, one nostril that took up most of his nose, protruding teeth, and one leg in the middle. He jumped to the main seat and sat down.
First he scolded the ring-eyed man, and then he handed over his hands and apologized to the pig demon.
"It's because I didn't treat you well. I'd like to apologize to Tai Sui."
After speaking, he clapped his hands.
"Good wine and good meat will be served immediately!"
Not long after, the hall door suddenly opened, and a group of monsters carrying large earthen jars walked in.
After a while, these large earthen jars, half as tall as a man, filled the courtyard.
At this time, the snake demon did not bother to strangle the pillars of the house, the pig demon vomited out half of the turtle dove, the devil did not bother Li Changan, and the group of demons stopped playing around, and all of them had their eyes widened, looking at the huge altar.
mug.
"This is……"
"right!"
Lao Mandrill jumped into the arena with a big smile and opened the lid of the earthen jar. Suddenly, the rich aroma of wine filled the hall.
"This is Baiguo Zong!"
After saying this, he jumped on one leg, jumped back to his seat, and shouted loudly:
"Come here! Pour some wine for me and all of your distinguished guests. We won't come home until we get drunk today!"
In the hall, there was an immediate response to the heaven-shattering cries of ghosts and demonic howls.
………………
The slightly turbid amber wine has some residue.
Li Changan gently shook the wine bowl, and the mellow aroma jumped out of the bowl and climbed up to his mouth and nose, tempting him to lower his head and take a sip.
The freshness of the mountain fruit along with the mellowness of the wine poured into the throat, and then filled the spleen and stomach. With just such a small sip, the Taoist priest was actually a little tipsy. He was not drunk, but just like outing in April, with the warm sunshine and gentle spring breeze. So lazy and sleepy.
“Really good wine!”
It's a pity, but fortunately.
It's a pity that such a good wine can't be drunk for a long time. Fortunately, only such a good wine can defeat the monsters in the village.
"Taoist Master, Master Yan, please wait a moment. No matter what you see, please be patient for now."
At this time, while the demons in the room were all thinking about the wine, Ma San quietly reminded him.
endure?
The Taoist priest frowned.
What does this mean?
"The good wine is here! Where is the good meat?"
Over there, the pig demon started barking loudly again.
A bunch of little demons below, taking advantage of the alcohol, actually slapped the table, knocked on the bowls, and started making noise together.
"Good meat! Good meat! Good meat!"
The mandrill didn't think it was a pestle and said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, we'll be there soon."
After saying that, another group of servants walked in at the gate, each holding a plate in their hands.
“Here comes the good meat!”
A painted-faced goblin with drooling lips placed a plate on Li Changan before reluctantly leaving.
Good meat?
The Taoist priest was puzzled and looked down.
A wooden plate contained half-cooked palms with fleshy flesh.
………………
Is this so-called good meat?!
"Taoist Priest, this is the lair of monsters, please be patient for now!"
Ma San's advice sounded at the right time, and Li Changan's anger turned into a sigh, and he loosened his clenched fists.
Yes.
Looking at the half-human corpse in the kitchen, I didn't expect such a thing.
He looked up at Lao Mandrill's place and saw a human head on Lao Mandrill's plate.
This head has not been cooked very much. The eyes are closed tightly and the eyebrows are clear. It is clear that she must have been a beauty in life.
The snake demon next to him looked at it for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said:
"This head looks familiar..."
"Shengqing is right."
The mandrill rubbed the head's cheek for a moment and said with a smile: "It's my wife who just died..."
"Oh, it turns out to be Mrs. Sister-in-law." The snake demon Xiaoxiao was startled and waved his fan, "How could Xiaosheng be able to bite me?"
Even though he said this, the snake demon never let go of his arm.
"It doesn't matter."
The mandrill raised his lips, revealing jagged yellow teeth.
"It's rare to have tender and good skin and meat. Wouldn't it be a pity not to share it with you?"
"The tiger is really free and easy."
"I am over-flattered!"
The snake demon and the mandrill laughed together, as if they were the host and guest.
But in the audience, Yan Xinglie's iron-tower-like body was trembling slightly, and his lips pursed. Although he didn't make a sound, it was clearly two words.
Beast!
"It's not like a beast." The Taoist priest sighed, "It's obviously worse than a beast!"
Demons are indeed still demons. They have learned human form, but they cannot learn human nature.
Li Changan picked up the wine bowl and was about to pour out the anger in his heart.
"Why are you sighing, little brother?"
Suddenly, a disturbing and short-of-breath sound penetrated my ears.
The Taoist priest looked at him coldly, seeing the ghost gnawing at human flesh, half smiling.
"Is it possible that you are not satisfied with this human flesh?"
……………………
This old ghost is really the child of a bug, just like the mosquito, it is annoying to people.
The Taoist priest is also a ruthless man, and he is the leader of a group of monsters. He has no intention of being submissive and wants to fight back immediately.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a muffled voice suddenly broke in.
"Why are you, an old ghost, so obsessed with this kid?"
But it was the big-bellied Tai Sui who spoke. He grabbed a piece of human leg in his hand, and instead of wolfing it down before, he tasted it slowly and carefully.
"This is a great day for Mr. Tiger. He is spreading the good wine and meat that is rarely seen on weekdays. Don't disturb everyone's fun."
The weird smile of the ghost immediately stopped, and he quickly turned around and defended:
"These two ghosts didn't tell the truth. Tai Sui knows that the old ghost is the most greedy and cruel..."
"so what?"
Unexpectedly, the pig demon waved his hand, showing that he didn't care about the old ghost's life or death.
"If you die, you will die. It's not your father. Is it possible that you still want to avenge him?"
The ghost was choked by these words and his face turned black. Before he could curse, the snake demon over there had already interrupted with a smile:
"Although they are both ghosts, one is a human and the other is an insect, naturally neither of them is the father of the other. I'm afraid these two may have offended him."
The Taoist priest smiled. It seemed that the popularity of this ghost was not very good, so he was happy to add another fuel to the fire.
"When I was alive, I made a living by catching insects in the mountains. After my death, I have no other skills. I only hunt for some poisonous insects in the mountains to fill my stomach." The Taoist priest pretended to be confused, "How can I offend this great king?"
"It turns out you are an insect eater. No wonder this ghost statue wants to eat you alive. You don't know, but it is the ancestor of insects!"
This pig demon laughed heartily, otherwise it would be called a pig demon. The word "eat" is inseparable from the three sentences.
After saying that, it hummed and glanced at the ghost.
"Old pig, I've almost been eaten all around, but there are so many bugs, but I don't know how to eat these poisonous bugs."
The Taoist priest said with a smile.
"So that your Majesty will know that it is necessary to fry poisonous insects to eat poisonous insects. As long as the poisonous insects pick out the poisonous glands, pull out the fangs, squirt it into the oil pan, pick it up, wrap it in salt, and bite it into your mouth, that's it.
Crispy and delicious…”
The Taoist priest spoke vividly, how could he control these earth monsters? The timid ones just swallowed their saliva, but the bold ones looked at the devils with their eyes.
And that pig demon has long been "suspected of the Milky Way falling into the sky"!
The ugly face of the ghost had turned black to the bottom of the pot, and some strange-colored smoke emitted from under the tattered cloth robe, which frightened the surrounding monsters and drove them away.
Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, the tiger quickly opened his mouth to come to the rescue.
"Thank you all for giving me face and coming to my village to support me. I have nothing to repay. It just so happens that my cook has recently developed a new dish. I haven't even tasted it myself. Today, it's just a good time for everyone to try it."
The pig demon was all about eating. Hearing that there were new dishes, he was still worried about the devil. He quickly turned around and asked, "But Dongguo?"
"It's Dongguo."
"Okay, okay, okay!" The pig demon was overjoyed and barked three times in a row.
Not long after, under the eager expectation of the pig monster, a pot-bellied monster walked in.
As soon as the monster came in, he only asked a few servants to bring in the stove, set up a large pot, set up a desk, put out knives, and seemed to wash his hands and change clothes. Not to mention other things, this was a complete display of style.
After that, he commanded several servants and brought in two large tables. There were things on the tables, but they were covered with black cloth. There was faint movement under the cloth, which seemed to be living things.
After sending the servants away, he patted his stomach and spoke.
"I learned a craft in my early years called '脍', which is to cut the meat into very thin slices to preserve the flavor and texture of the ingredients to the greatest extent. A great master can cut the meat into slices while the ingredients are still alive.
Cut off all the flesh in one piece..."
As he spoke, he raised his head proudly.
"After several years of practice, I finally learned this skill. Today, I will teach you a lesson..."
He suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled off the black cloth. The mandrill stroked his beard and smiled, while the other monsters exclaimed in unison.
There were big wooden stakes supported on the big platform, and two big living people were tied to the wooden stakes, one was a woman and the other was a child.
"Human!"
The Taoist priest suddenly tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.
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"Taoist Master," Ma San called softly, "A small impatience will mess up a big plan."
The Taoist priest had no expression on his face.
Over there, the monster cook is still talking.
"When this person is in pain, the meat is the most tender and chewy. But the pain in the flesh is nothing compared to the pain in the heart. There is a saying that mother and son are connected, and these two are exactly mother and son..."
As he spoke, he suddenly cut off a piece of flesh from the child's body.
The child was tightly tied to the wooden stake, and his mouth was blocked by a ball of cloth. He could not scream and could only tremble in the tight binding. The mother opposite was already in tears.
The cook proudly put the piece of meat on the plate.
"Watching your loved ones die bit by bit in front of you, coupled with Ling Chi's pain, this is the saddest time for people, and it is also the time when human flesh is the most delicious!"
"That's very good. I'm afraid they would have died without a few cuts."
At this time, voices of disobedience suddenly sounded in the group of monsters.
"What kind of bird fart is that!"
When the cook got anxious, he opened his mouth and cursed.
"I've practiced my skills enough. If I don't make enough cuts of nine hundred and ninety-nine times and let this man die, you can eat my flesh."
"The tone is quite loud."
This time the cook raised his ears early and happened to catch the guy who spoke. He turned around and saw a short-haired ghost dressed as a Taoist priest.
He angrily replied: "It's not that I'm arrogant, it's that I'm good at my craftsmanship. Otherwise, why don't you try it..."
The ghost or the Taoist priest dismissed it.
"If your craftsmanship is good, why bother with an iron pot? If your craftsmanship is not good, you can just cook it in the pot!"
"Fart! That's the leftover bones and entrails used to make soup."
The cook thought that the Taoist priest would be messy, but unexpectedly he nodded.
"I see……"
As he spoke, the conversation changed.
"But you can't cook this soup."
As he said this, he stood up and stepped forward, intending to step over the table to take his place.
The cook refused to obey, but the Taoist priest's previous description of the fried bugs was so vivid that the monsters present thought he was good at cooking and actually coaxed him to show off his skills. The cook was helpless and turned his head to look up. Unexpectedly,
The tiger also nodded with interest.
He had no choice but to get out of the way with his head downcast, muttering: "Let's see what you are capable of."
The Taoist priest didn't say anything, but walked to the desk and looked at the dozen or so knives of different styles and sizes on it.
Suddenly, he pointed to the smallest one and asked, "What is this knife for?"
"The one who takes the marrow."
He pointed to the thickest and largest one.
"Beheaded."
"That's it."
The Taoist priest led the bone-cutting knife. Under the attention of the monsters in the hall, the old god walked to the iron pot, took a look at the vegetables and spices tumbling inside, turned around and hooked his fingers at the cook.
"Come here."
The monster cook walked over blankly.
"What?"
The Taoist smiled and pointed into the pot.
"Look, your soup is missing some ingredients."
"Impossible! What's missing?"
The cook looked over stupidly.
"Of course it's missing..."
Halfway through his words, the Taoist priest suddenly pushed his head into the boiling soup. He was caught off guard and the scalding water entered his eyes and throat. Before he could scream, the sharp tip of the knife had already penetrated his throat. Li Changan pressed it again. The monster's head was pulled up, and his neck was opened bit by bit with the blade of a knife. Fresh hot blood poured into the boiling soup, causing the fishy smell to disperse and white steam to steam.
"…your head."
At this moment, the cook had changed into his original shape, and he was a fat old wolf. Li Changan cut off the wolf's head and threw it into the pot. He raised his eyes and smiled at the stunned monsters:
"What do you think of Pindao's pot of wolf head soup?"