"But there's one thing: all of us can eat meat and drink wine, so don't bother preparing vegetarian fare."
"Fate brought us together today. We might as well have a good chat."
"You must be the Yellow Wind Monster, right? The one who stole the lamp oil from the Buddha's Glazed Glass Lamp?"
A smile tugged at Tang Sanzang's lips as he looked at the Yellow Wind Monster before him, amusement glimmering in his eyes.
As Tang Sanzang spoke, Sun Wukong and the others all laughed as well. Clearly, the Yellow Wind Monster's few remarks had settled one thing for them: he was definitely a transmigrator.
In that case, sharing a meal and a chat would be quite nice.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
After hearing Tang Sanzang's words, the Yellow Wind Monster was utterly dumbfounded.
Clearly, he had never imagined that the Tang Sanzang he had pictured would turn out to be like this.
Was this really the Tang Sanzang he remembered, the one who went pale at the sight of monsters and did nothing but sob and whimper?
It was one thing for the bastard not to fear him, but he even wanted wine and meat?
Stunned, he could not help blurting out, "What the hell? You want wine and meat, too?"
"Are you really Tang Sanzang?"
Tang Sanzang smiled and said bluntly, "Wine and meat pass through the gut, while the Buddha stays in the heart, right?"
"Speaking of which, are you really the Yellow Wind Monster?"
"We're two of a kind!"
The Yellow Wind Monster said, "..."
Although this Tang Sanzang had left many things unsaid, what he was thinking could hardly have been clearer.
That was precisely why the Yellow Wind Monster could not help asking, "Brother, could you also be..."
"Enough. Let's drop the