Just when San Zang had just rolled to the bottom of the cliff,

Monkey and Zhu Bajie also happened to be in front of him!

Looking at the hat, he didn’t know where it had fallen. The cassock was covered with either dirt or bird droppings. Sitting there in such a miserable state, Zhu Bajie couldn’t hold it back——

I laughed out loud!

The next second,

San Zang stood up tremblingly. As the Qi in his body stirred, the filth on his body fell off one after another.

Even that breath,

They all blew Zhu Bajie’s hat off!

but,

At this time, San Zang didn't even look at Zhu Bajie, but grabbed the monkey's shoulder and pointed to the mountainside in front.

He gasped and hissed: "Wukong, there is a family in front of us. We will stay in that family tonight. By the way, we will treat this family to a braised pork meal and let them have a taste of my Old Tang's cooking!"

After saying that,

San Zan turned around again, patted Zhu Bajie, whose face turned pale and suddenly froze. After helping him straighten his slightly crooked hat, he said in a serious voice:

"Bajie, remember this last happy time!"

"Don't worry, this is my master's ancestral craft. I have been killing pigs painlessly for a hundred years, and I have never received a bad review..."
Chapter completed!