The fire was a blend of Dao Fire, Bagua Fire, Heavenly Flames, and natural gas. The glaze was made from Indian spirit cane sugar and tribute vinegar from the Heavenly Court's Kitchen God, with just a tiny hint of the Heavenly Dao of Affliction's crisping influence mixed in.
What Su Lin hadn't expected was that Zhu Bajie really hadn't lied. People truly couldn't die in All-Heavens City.
Su Lin had originally planned to be the one to break that rule, but Xiao Yan, Lu Mingfei, and the others said they had no desire for extra roast chicken wings or tentacles, so he had to give up.
"Take your master's advice. A pig's body is nothing but a stinking bag of skin. All things are impermanent; in stillness lies bliss. Why not obediently let your soul leave your body so I can ferry you to the Heaven of Western Paradise?"
Su Lin pointed to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas outside and urged him:
"Everyone's here. You ought to set an example. Otherwise, the Heavenly Court and the Underworld might think Spirit Mountain can't even afford to treat its guests."
Zhu Bajie turned slowly with the Nine-Tooth Rake, each side heating evenly.
With a Ten-Thousand-Year Iron Tree stuffed in his mouth, the wild boar saw his own people outside. Tears streamed from his crimson eyes. He tried to struggle, but the Binding Immortal Rope held him fast to his own divine weapon.
The natural order had been turned on its head!
This bald donkey and the other Zhu Bajie really meant to eat him!
Back at the Gaojiazhuang barbecue shop, he had always been the one eating people. Even Xuanzang would only have tried to convert him. Yet today, he felt as though he'd taken a trip through all eighteen levels of Hell!