Journey to the West: Tang Monk Conquers Everything-Chapter 708: Lord Rabbit

However, just as such a thought crossed Jiang Liu's mind, immediately, a flash of inspiration passed through his mind, and he remembered.

Wait, this Centipede Spirit isn't a pet or mount under the Joyous Buddha. Didn't he appear in the original story?

Vaguely, Jiang Liu still remembered watching 'Journey to the West' on television, where after Tang Monk and his companions passed the ordeal of Pansi Spider Cave, a few Spider Demons seemed to have sought refuge with their senior brother?

Their senior brother seemed to be a Centipede Spirit?

Just stripping off his clothes, covered in eyes? Even Sun Wukong was at a disadvantage!?

"So that's it..."

It was a long-past memory, but he managed to recall some of it, and Jiang Liu felt slightly more relaxed in his heart.

He vaguely remembered that the original Centipede Spirit was indeed quite enthusiastic, but later, instigated by the Spider Demons nearby, he thought of avenging his junior sisters and hence fought against Tang Monk and his group.

Now, he should be on the same side as this Centipede Spirit, right?

"Master? What are you looking at?"

As Jiang Liu stared at the Centipede Spirit's character page, his mind was filled with myriad thoughts, thinking of many things, but the Centipede Spirit, looking down at himself, felt puzzled and did not understand why Jiang Liu was staring at him.

"Amitabha, this monk just thought the Taoist looked a bit familiar!" Hearing the Centipede Spirit's words, Jiang Liu declared a Buddhist chant and then spoke.

"Familiar? I, however, feel that I have never seen the master before, we have never met, right?" the words of Jiang Liu made the Centipede Spirit shake his head and respond.

"No, Taoist sir, you misunderstood, when I say familiar, I don't mean that I have seen the Taoist, but that someone has described the Taoist to me, so..." Jiang Liu gently shook his head and corrected himself.

"May I ask where the master heard of me?" Naturally, the Centipede Spirit followed up with a question, playing off of Jiang Liu's remark.

"It was like this, my disciples and I, on our way here, passed by a Pansi Spider Cave, where there were seven female benefactors..."

Jiang Liu spoke, voluntarily narrating the story of the seven Spider Demons of the Pansi Spider Cave to the Centipede Spirit.

Of course, he also explained that his relationship with them was very good.

"I heard from a few female benefactors that they have a senior brother, whose true form is that of a centipede, I wonder..." After explaining his relationship with the Spider Demons of the Pansi Spider Cave, Jiang Liu spoke again.

"Hahaha, so master, you are on good terms with my junior sisters, then you are a friend of mine too..."

The Centipede Spirit was naturally quite enthusiastic, and now, hearing about the relationship between Jiang Liu and the Spider Demons of Pansi Spider Cave, he laughed out loud and spoke.

The Centipede Spirit became even more enthusiastic towards Jiang Liu and his group.

Zhu Bajie and the others, upon learning that this Taoist was the senior brother of the female demons of Pansi Spider Cave, also appeared quite happy.

For a time, it could be said that both the hosts and the guests were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Come evening, the Centipede Spirit naturally prepared to treat Jiang Liu and his companions to a rich vegetarian meal.

However, Jiang Liu took the initiative to bring out the Taiji Yin-Yang Pot, and everyone sat around, preparing to enjoy a hotpot meal.

Looking at the month, it was already November now, and the weather was gradually getting colder.

So, at this time, a group of people sitting together eating hotpot was quite nice.

Originally, hotpot should indeed have a better atmosphere with more people, and coupled with the heartfelt special effect of the Taiji Yin-Yang Pot, and a few jars of fine wine later, the atmosphere between the two sides became even more harmonious.

The Centipede Spirit nearly pulled Jiang Liu to burn ritual paper and swear brotherhood.

During the conversation, Jiang Liu and the Centipede Spirit chatted idly for a few sentences and found out that the Centipede Spirit, besides having an exceptional cultivation level, was also quite proficient in pharmacology.

However, comparatively speaking, the Centipede Spirit was more skilled in knowledge concerning poisons.

This was somewhat beyond Jiang Liu's expectations, as he didn't know if it was shown in the original work.

In terms of life professions, Jiang Liu's Alchemist profession was also quite good.

Therefore, between him and the Centipede Spirit, exchanging views on pharmacology, each word carrying a hint of tipsiness, both sides actually gained quite a bit from the discussion.

That night passed with drinking, hotpot, and discussing pharmacology, slipping away unnoticed.

As dawn began to break, Jiang Liu and the Centipede Spirit realized, to their surprise, that an entire night had vanished in the blink of an eye.

Sharing a smile, the Centipede Spirit arranged for Jiang Liu to stay at the Yellow Flower Temple.

Jiang Liu naturally had no intention of refusing and thought it quite pleasant to linger for a few days.

So, without realizing how time flew, Jiang Liu and his companions ended up staying at the Yellow Flower Temple for almost half a month.

During this half-month, Jiang Liu and his companions found their stay quite comfortable.

And for the people of the Yellow Flower Temple, it was quite a novelty.

During their spare time, although Jiang Liu and the Centipede Spirit liked to discuss pharmacology, Sun Wukong and the others actually taught the people of the Yellow Flower Temple how to play Mahjong, Fight the Landlord, and Legends of the Three Kingdoms.

And in that half-month, there was a variety of culinary delights.

Hotpot, skewers, grilled fish, and even large frogs from the vicinity were captured and roasted over a big pot of charcoal...

Sichuan cuisine, Hunan cuisine, along with various braised dishes, and so forth.

The variety of major cuisines and even flavorful snacks virtually made the people of the Yellow Flower Temple wish they could swallow their tongues in delight.

After spending nearly half a month there, Jiang Liu and his companions finally prepared to leave the Yellow Flower Temple.

Led by the Centipede Spirit, the mere five or six individuals from the Yellow Flower Temple saw them off all the way to the foot of the mountain and then waved goodbye to Jiang Liu and his group.

It appeared they were quite reluctant to part.

"Alright, go back now, until we meet again if destiny allows!" Jiang Liu, sitting atop the White Dragon Horse, also waved his hand and called out loudly.

After his words fell, the group continued their journey to the West.

In fact, the half-month stay at the Yellow Flower Temple was unusually relaxing and enjoyable for Jiang Liu, and both sides had formed a good relationship.

In Jiang Liu's opinion, that was a significant change.

In the original story, wasn't the Yellow Flower Temple quite a challenge?

Sun Wukong had suffered quite a bit.

Now, however, he had a rather good relationship with the Centipede Spirit of the Yellow Flower Temple, which was indeed a major change.

"Okay, everyone go back!" Watching Jiang Liu and his companions disappear into the distance, the Centipede Spirit finally spoke, addressing the fellow disciples by her side.

"Yes, Master!" With reluctant looks, the Taoist boys nodded after watching Jiang Liu and his companions go far away.

"By the way…"

Turning to lead the way back, at the same time, the Centipede Spirit seemed to have thought of something and said, "In these recent days, all these games you learned like Mahjong, Fight the Landlord, and Legends of the Three Kingdoms are banned! No one is allowed to play them for three months!"

"Ah! Master!?" Suddenly, these words from the Centipede Spirit elicited a chorus of wails from the Taoist boys nearby.

"Hmm?" Hearing the wails of the Taoist boys beside her, the Centipede Spirit slightly turned her head to look at them and said, "In that case, make it six months!"

"Master, three months is good, three months is really good!" Hearing the words of the Centipede Spirit, the Taoist boys' expression changed swiftly, and they hurriedly spoke.

"I'm doing this for your own good. Among you, only two have human bodies with an Innate Taoist Body. The other three are Demon Cultivators. You should know how hard it is to obtain a human form, and you shouldn't waste your potential!" Eyeballing her few disciples nearby, the Centipede Spirit spoke with a tone of stern admonition.

"We understand, Master…" Knowing that their Master was looking out for their best interests, the Taoist boys lowered their heads, genuinely convinced.

"Speaking of which, Master…"

Just then, one of the plumper Taoist boys suddenly spoke up cautiously, "We cannot play those games, but what about the delicacies that the Holy Monk and his companions have been making? Can we research and try making them ourselves?"

This question caused the Centipede Spirit's brows to furrow.

If desires of the palate were to be indulged, it could also negatively impact one's cultivation, right?

However, as she was about to scold them, remembering the food of the past half-month made her throat involuntarily gulp.

Subtly rubbing her belly, which seemed to have fattened a bit over the past half-month, she felt conflicted.

"As for the delicacies, you must exercise some restraint!" The words of refusal turned soft as she spoke.

"Understood, Master, we got it!" This response brought joyful expressions to the faces of the Taoist boys.

Merrily, they headed back to the Yellow Flower Temple.

However, high above in the clouds, a slightly plump figure, draped in a kasaya, hid within the clouds, gazing down at the Yellow Flower Temple from an elevated position.

"Hehehe, these little Taoist boys, looking all fair and delicate, I wonder how they would sound if stripped and crying out?"

This figure hovered mid-air, eyes shimmering with a lecherous gleam, staring down at the Taoist boys of the Yellow Flower Temple, murmuring softly.

As he spoke, his form gradually descended.