Ignoring the fear in Little White Dragon's eyes, Tang Monk continued to stroke the smooth and cold dragon scales on Little White Dragon's body.
"Tsk tsk, these dragon scales are good, so cold. If you pull them all out and make them into robes, they will definitely be able to escape the heat on this hot day...
And these 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 touched Xiao Bailong's body. Every time he said a word, Xiao Bailong's body would tremble, and by the end it had started to tremble crazily.
Seeing Xiao Bailong's performance, the corners of Tang Monk's mouth raised slightly.
This is the effect he wants, but he really won't let go of the dragon's blood.
When I read novels in the past, I often heard that the whole body of a dragon was full of treasures. Now that he had encountered it today, he naturally couldn't miss it. Now, no matter how hard it is, Guanyin will naturally make him recover as long as he has one life left.
So this is definitely an opportunity not to be missed, there is no such store after this village!
And this little white dragon is so crazy. I believe that after this experience, he will definitely leave a deep impression on this kid.
"Master!"
At this time, I heard a shout in the distance and saw that Sun Wukong had rushed back from a distance carrying large and small bags.
He was holding garlic, green onions, star anise, peppercorns, cinnamon and other condiments in his hand. In his right hand pocket, Tang Monk unexpectedly saw a bundle of vermicelli.
Seeing the vermicelli, to be honest, Tang Seng was surprised.
"Wukong, what is this?"
When Monk Tang saw the vermicelli, Sun Wukong was startled, but he still smiled and said: "Master, these are called vermicelli. They are a specialty of a nearby human training city. I, the old Sun, happened to bring some back when I saw them."
Hearing Sun Wukong talk about fans, Tang Seng couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
"I didn't expect that in this ancient world, there would be such a thing as fans. I didn't expect it then..." Shaking his head to suppress his thoughts, Tang Monk took the fan from Sun Wukong's hand.
"Master, what should we do now?" Sun Wukong looked at Tang Monk and asked.
Hearing this, Tang Monk was stunned for a moment, then looked at the little white dragon who was covered in blood and his body was still shaking. He weighed the vermicelli in his hand and said with a smile: "It just so happens that the ingredients are here.
Wukong, today my master will make you a pot of dragon blood vermicelli soup!"
"Dragon blood vermicelli soup?"
When Sun Wukong heard this name for the first time, he couldn't help but wonder.
"Put the pot on and light the fire!"
"yes!"
After a while, Sun Wukong set up the stove and started to light the fire. Tang Monk did not hesitate, took off his cassock, rolled up his sleeves and started to work.
Add a little raw oil, then add a few cloves of garlic, and when the flavor is strong, directly add the ingredients that have been washed by Sun Wukong, pour in spring water and start cooking.
Soon, the fragrance overflowed.
"Master..."
Sun Wukong, who was squatting aside and waiting quietly, smelled the smell and jumped up and down anxiously. If Tang Monk hadn't been 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 almost scared to death.
“It smells so good!”
At this moment, Xiao Bailong couldn't help but have such an idea in his mind.
But soon after, his heart sank to the bottom of his happiness. Because he knew that this pot of fragrant soup was preparing for him.
Thinking of what Tang Monk said just now, dragon scales, dragon beards, dragon horns, dragon claws, dragon flesh... the little white dragon began to struggle crazily again.
But how could he break free from Sun Wukong's golden cudgel?
He is now dragon meat on the chopping block, ready to be slaughtered, but there is nothing he can do about it!
"Master's craftsmanship is more delicious than any earthly delicacies I have ever tasted. I have never heard that it can be cooked like this. I'm afraid that even if the God of Cookery comes, it will be nothing more than this..."
Ignoring the anxious monkey who was almost drooling, Tang Seng was still simmering the soup, and at the same time he was still silently calculating the heat in his heart.
Just waiting for the final moment to come.
After a while, the movements of Tang Seng's hands finally stopped. After a while, Tang Seng spoke and said: "The heat is up, Wukong, draw some dragon blood..."
Sun Wukong, who was always on standby, 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 horrified gaze, he raised his hand and cut it off, and a stream of dragon blood suddenly spurted out.
The hot dragon's blood surged out, and was all imprisoned by Sun Wukong's magic power, before being sent to Tang Monk.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Tang Seng was not polite and put it directly into the pot. The hot dragon's blood entered the soup base that had been boiled for several hours. Under Tang Seng's stirring, after a while, pieces of dragon's blood came out.
.
A more alluring fragrance drifted out.
Because of the addition of dragon's blood, the fragrance spread hundreds of miles away, instantly attracting countless mountain spirits and monsters to come and watch.
Among them are many monsters who have successfully cultivated themselves.
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 to the soup base, and the aroma became stronger and stronger. Finally, Tang Seng gave a fire extinguishing order.
This pot of dragon blood vermicelli soup is officially ready!
"Take a bowl and eat it yourself!" Looking at the monkey drooling on the side, Tang Seng couldn't help but feel funny, so he said.
With that said, he took out the purple gold alms bowl and filled a bowl for himself.
"I ate a lot of duck blood vermicelli in my previous life. I wonder how this dragon blood vermicelli soup is..." Thinking in his mind, Tang Monk picked up his chopsticks and took a sip.
In the past, Tang Seng would never have believed that there was a kind of food that was so delicious that it made the Master shed tears, but now he believed it.
There really is a kind of food that is so delicious that it can make people cry, at least that's what he is doing now.
It melts in your mouth and leaves a fragrant aroma on your lips and teeth. The moment you enter your mouth, a warm current rushes from your throat into your stomach. It is obviously summer, and there is still a scorching sun above your head.
But at this moment, he felt the coolness of being in the coldest month of winter.
At the same time, because of the effect of the dragon's blood, Tang Seng felt as if there was an inexhaustible power all over his body. He now had the illusion that if he was willing, one punch would be enough to crack mountains and crack rocks.
But this is just an illusion that dragon blood brings power, and Tang Seng also knows this.
Of course, if he wants, he can do it at any time. After the transaction with Shunti, Zhunti gave him some Buddhist techniques. Any one of these techniques is enough for him to cultivate to the level of a quasi-sage.
"Master, this is so delicious!"
At this time, Sun Wukong's surprised voice came to his ears. After hearing this, Tang Monk smiled and was about to speak, but at this moment, he only heard a light scolding from above his head!
"Tang Sanzang!"
There was disbelief and anger in the voice.
Hearing this voice, Tang Monk was suddenly startled, and then his face couldn't help but sink. He looked up and saw a woman standing upright not far above his head.
The woman is dressed in white, holding a mutton-fat jade purification bottle, and the Buddha's light shines behind her head.