Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!-Chapter 293 - 193 Greedy

The Black Bear Spirit grinned and said, "Wanna eat? I don’t mind, here, take it and eat! Hahaha..."

Watching the displeased bald monk, the Black Bear Spirit was overjoyed and thought, "I may not beat you in a fight, but I’ll tantalize you to death, hahaha..."

Then he just stared at the bald monk in front of him, eating the bamboo shoots in his hand bite by bite, humming a little tune contentedly.

Tang Sanzang wasn’t angry, he glanced at the bamboo shoots and then turned and walked away.

The Black Bear Spirit grinned again and pulled out another bamboo shoot just as the bald monk turned his head...

Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!

Then the Black Bear Spirit raised the bamboo shoot in his hand and said, "Want some?"

Tang Sanzang rolled his eyes and left.

Seeing Tang Sanzang deflate made the Black Bear Spirit even happier...

But he quickly discovered that the bamboo shoots didn’t seem to lure out all of Tang Sanzang’s cravings.

So he decided to bring out the big guns!

While Tang Sanzang wasn’t paying attention, the Black Bear Spirit chuckled, "Oh dear, just eating bamboo shoots is so boring, you’ve got to have meat!"

The next moment, he pulled out a dried salted fish!

The savory aroma of the fish wafted on the breeze...

A bald head appeared at the window.

Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!

The Black Bear Spirit raised the dried fish, "Reverend, care for a bite?"

Tang Sanzang looked at the damp salted fish expressionlessly, then shook his head and retracted back inside.

The Black Bear Spirit laughed heartily, "Oh come on, don’t refuse... You have to understand, this is Mount Putuo, the sacred place of Buddhism. There’s no meat to eat here...

To be precise, there are no ordinary people here, everyone lives on air and dew, ingesting the essence of nature, and nobody eats anything.

Otherwise, I, Old Bear, wouldn’t be fishing for no reason.

Although this dried fish isn’t very tasty, it’s meat after all.

Are you sure you don’t want it?"

The Black Bear Spirit enticed him sentence by sentence.

As a result, bang!

The window closed.

The Black Bear Spirit thought the bald monk must have been unable to resist the temptation; closing the window was his way of escape!

As if to confirm the Black Bear Spirit’s suspicion, the bald monk came out again and stuffed many leaves into the cracks of the house, sealing it tight.

Then Tang Sanzang pushed open the door and went inside.

The Black Bear Spirit smiled, "Elder Tang, if you really want to eat, it’s not like we can’t negotiate... As long as you promise not to pluck my fur in the future and we live in peace, and give me back the house, I guarantee you’ll have dried fish to eat from now on!"

However, the house remained silent.

The Black Bear Spirit frowned and called out a couple more times, but still, there was no response.

Perplexed but too lazy to bother, the Black Bear Spirit ate the dried fish and then rubbed his belly, humming, "One fish a day is better than being a monk... Huh? What’s that smell?"

The Black Bear Spirit hadn’t had meat in so long that his nose was extremely sensitive to the smell of it.

He was certain that the air was filled with the scent of fat burning, the smell of roasted meat!

The Black Bear Spirit sat up straight and sniffed hard with his nose...

"Inside the house!"

The Black Bear Spirit’s eyes lit up...

Then he sneaked over carefully, pulled aside some of the weeds, and peered into the room.

A bald man was sitting inside the house, clutching a big bone of meat and eating so vigorously that oil was dripping from his mouth!

The Black Bear Spirit watched the hot oil drip down, sniffed the roasted meat aroma wafting through the air, and salivated like the flooding Yellow River, leaving a puddle on the floor.

Just then, the bald man glanced at him and continued eating as if he hadn’t seen him at all.

The gluttony within the Black Bear Spirit was thoroughly aroused...

As he swallowed his saliva in big gulps, the Black Bear Spirit suddenly stood up: "I can’t take it, I must have a bite!"

But to just go up there and ask for meat?

Thinking about how he had just teased Tang Sanzang with some shabby bamboo shoot and a salted fish, he suddenly felt too ashamed to ask for meat.

Yet, he was indeed craving it.

Finally, unable to resist the grumbling in his stomach, he walked over, knocked on the door, and feigning ignorance about the feasting inside, he called out, "Elder Tang, I still have some salted fish, would you like a taste?"

"Don’t want it!" came a muffled reply from within, the voice seemingly stuffed with food.

The Black Bear Spirit could almost picture the scene of the other party speaking to him with a mouth full of meat, oil dripping from his mouth.

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The Black Bear Spirit remembered that there was a leg of something being roasted on the cabin’s fire, definitely not much.

Based on the bald man’s ravenous speed of eating, if he didn’t think of something soon, there’d be nothing left for him!

So, after pacing outside the door, he gritted his teeth, pushed the door open, and walked in with a wide grin, exclaiming, "Oh my, Elder Tang, you’re eating!" Experience tales with novelbuddy

"Ah..." Tang Sanzang’s mouth opened wide, oil streaming out, and then he continued to eat his meat without any intention of inviting him to sit down and join.

The Black Bear Spirit thought to himself, could this bald man’s skin be any thicker?

He didn’t dare to say it out loud. Weren’t they old acquaintances? There he was, standing at the door watching him eat meat, and he didn’t even bother to invite him over for a bite?

I don’t believe it. I’ll just stand here watching him, see if he has the nerve to keep eating all by himself!

But had Tang Sanzang ever felt embarrassed?

This guy took freeloading for granted, let alone hogging food to himself.

So, Tang Sanzang just sat there eating, not sparing the Black Bear Spirit even a glance.

The Black Bear Spirit had the urge to snatch a bite but, weighing his own strength, he gave up the idea.

"Elder Tang, what meat is this..." The Black Bear Spirit didn’t give up, trying to prod Tang Sanzang with his words.

Tang Sanzang shook his head, "Don’t know, my disciples caught it a while back. The quality is mediocre, just something to munch on."

Gulp...

The Black Bear Spirit gulped down his saliva, inwardly wailing, "Mediocre quality? If it’s so mediocre, stop eating! I won’t mind! Just give it to me!"

"Elder Tang, there’s so much meat, can you finish it all?" The Black Bear Spirit asked while furiously signaling with his eyes, meaning that he could help eat it.

But Tang Sanzang acted as if he didn’t catch the hints, continuing to eat as he said, "No worries, I can finish it. You go about your business, leave me be, and close the door behind you."

Upon hearing this, the Black Bear Spirit instantly became desperate, watching the meat on the bone disappear fast...

He couldn’t hold back any longer, calling out, "Elder Tang, give me a piece of meat, please?"

Tang Sanzang glared at him: "No!"

Then Tang Sanzang, in front of him, tore off the last piece of meat from the bone and threw it into his mouth.

The Black Bear Spirit’s face was full of frustration, but his eyes intently watched the leg bone, thinking to himself, "There’s no more meat, throw it away... don’t eat anymore! I’ll settle for the marrow in the bone..."

However...

Crack!

The Black Bear Spirit saw the bald man snap the bone in half and stuff each piece into his mouth, sucking the marrow out until it was clean!

Only then did he casually toss away the bone and came out, licking the oil off his fingers, saying, "Let me tell you, that meat was too dry, got stuck in my teeth."

Upon hearing this, the Black Bear Spirit’s eyes turned red with rage, and he roared inwardly, "Stuck in your teeth? If it’s stuck in your teeth, then damn it, don’t eat it!"