Chapter 132: A Handy Weapon

"Sorry."

After speaking nonstop for over half an hour, Kongming suddenly realized and stopped.

"That's an interesting analysis," Tang Luo said.

"As long as the monk finds it useful, that's good," Kongming laughed, dispelling the awkwardness, "We'll have a gathering in five days. Will Master Xuanzang attend? I suggest you come and meet everyone." Actually, this is the main purpose.

"Okay," Tang Luo nodded in agreement.

"Also, Master, do you have any equipment you want to sell? We can post the information in advance," Kongming asked.

Besides those following the "Duobao Daoist" path, most people sell unsuitable gear to exchange for better items.

"This ashen-gray bow, or this revolver, is ominous," Tang Luo said, "I'd rather exchange it for something like the 'Blood Bodhi' I used before, a first-tier healing item."

Tang Luo currently has five pieces of equipment.

The first is the ominous black revolver, the second is the contact lenses exchanged from that broom, constantly providing minimal healing—dripping water wears away stone, small amounts accumulate.

The third is the Lightweight Treads; the newest is the ashen-gray bow obtained from picking up Liujian's corpse, plus Nezha's gold brick.

As for the martial arts legend token Kongming gave, it naturally doesn't count.

The gold brick definitely won't be sold, and the other equipment each has its use.

The functions of the ominous item and the ashen-gray bow overlap somewhat; Tang Luo plans to sell one of them, accepting a good healing item in return, or selling both is fine.

"Okay," Kongming nodded, "I can also exchange with Master Xuanzang then."

He doesn't need the ominous item or the ashen-gray bow, but if no one asks for them, Kongming is willing to use this to form a good karmic bond with Tang Luo and draw closer.

After all, he is Tang Luo's guide into the Martial Arts Legend world, a natural ally.

Moreover, according to Li Qing's words, this monk is extremely strong—stronger than expected.

Although Li Qing's description gives no real sense of it, Kongming doesn't mind paying more attention to Tang Luo.

He has upgraded his view of Tang Luo from "a newcomer with limitless potential" to "a strong enough to hold the fort."

The original hint of mentorship and optimism has vanished completely, turning into peer-level interaction.

"Alright," Tang Luo nodded.

"Cough." After saying all this, Kongming gave a light cough.

Li Qing, who had been silent beside them, suddenly realized and said to Tang Luo: "Thank you."

This mission was basically us clinging to Tang Xuanzang's thigh; a thank-you is not excessive.

"We're our own people, but Junior Sister Feng, you need to be more proactive in future missions—don't be timid in danger, charge forward recklessly, and if anything happens, I'll take responsibility!" Tang Luo said.

The enlightenment I gave Li Qing was never used; the investment lost money.

Tang Luo thinks he should adjust his approach later, giving more enlightenment to burly types like Ganggang.

He'll definitely profit—of course, those major villains can't make money.

"……" Li Qing said nothing; she's not a burly type—would she go in seeking death?

Of course, she doesn't want to argue this point with Tang Luo, whose mindset has formed its own world.

Seeing off the two, it's now the customary healing time.

This time, after slaying several fallen evil entities and gaining decent rewards, using the Merit Jade Lotus to heal, Tang Luo's invulnerability limit reached 1.5.

Rounded up, it can reach up to two successes—double one success—making him feel invincible instantly.

The light faded, and the Heavenly Howling Dog lay comfortably beside Tang Luo, softly humming.

If Tang Luo weren't properly educated and knew restraint, he'd roll over and show his belly again.

This makes Tang Luo think he should have a chance to write a book like *Guide to Educating Small Animals: Two or Three Methods*.

Talking about how, on the Journey to the West, to properly get along with hot-tempered monkeys and lazy, gluttonous wild boars, ultimately educating them to become useful, stepping onto the path of success, reaching the peak of life.

In that world, it would definitely have a market.

After all, many people don't know how to get along with their pets or mounts, constantly saying, "Oh no, my XX ran away again."

Of course, this situation greatly decreased after the top literary figure Tang Xuanzang released *Xuanzang Teaches You How to Make a Big Meal*.

Unfortunately, that book was later recalled and destroyed by the Great Thunder Sound Temple, leaving only a few "singleton copies" circulating outside.

Otherwise, Tang Luo's fans could increase by several million.

"Finally, I have a handy weapon." Tang Luo picked up the gold brick before him, swung it twice, and let out a dull breaking-through-the-air sound.

The Heavenly Howling Dog's eyes lit up, staring intently at the gold brick in Tang Luo's hand.

As soon as he lets go, it will immediately rush over to snatch it up!

"This isn't for you to play with." Tang Luo patted the Heavenly Howling Dog's head and said.

If this dog gets overexcited, later when Tang Luo throws the gold brick to smash someone, it will instinctively rush over to grab it, causing embarrassment.

"Let's stamp it first, refine it a bit, see if it has any clever uses." Tang Luo extended his hand toward the Heavenly Howling Dog's mouth: "Bite."

The Heavenly Howling Dog opened its mouth, bit a small hole, and Tang Luo let a drop of fresh blood fall onto the gold brick—this is how he would perform this method of imprinting on a treasure.

Later, when encountering Nezha again, he can just wipe it off; anyway, Tang Luo won't cultivate it as his natal treasure.

The original Nezha imprint on the gold brick has already vanished; recognizing Tang Luo as master is simplicity itself—effortlessly done.

After weighing the gold brick in his hands, Tang Luo threw it out.

The Heavenly Howling Dog strained against its urge to rush out, eyes fixed on the gold brick.

Suddenly, in its sight, the gold brick flying out—about to hit the wall—stopped, flew backward, and reappeared in Tang Luo's hand.

"It can be recalled, not bad." After refining, he can recall the gold brick to his hand at any time, but this recall is not absolute and will be affected by various external interferences.

"Dog, grab it." Tang Luo placed the gold brick near the eager Heavenly Howling Dog's mouth.

The Heavenly Howling Dog strained to open its mouth, barely bit a corner, but couldn't drag it, emitting an unhappy "wu-wu-wu" sound.

Tang Luo moved his fingers, and the gold brick's "weight" instantly lightened.

The Heavenly Howling Dog flicked its head, the gold brick was flung by it, then it leapt up, caught it midair, landed, and brought it to Tang Luo's face.

I'm really looking forward to doing it again.

"Play by yourself, but remember to counter." Tang Luo rubbed the head of the Heavenly Roar Dog, "You're already a mature dog."

A mature dog should learn to play by itself.

The next day.

"Here, eat some grass." Qin Menglan held a handful of grass in her palm, real grass, just like freshly picked from the lawn, still carrying the scent of grass.

"……" Tang Luo said nothing, but the Heavenly Roar Dog came over and sniffed.

Then it flicked its head and walked away disdainfully.

"……" Qin Menglan's face turned red, "This healing item, this stupid cat doesn't know its value!"

I originally just wanted to make a joke, but I didn't expect to be looked down upon by a "dog."

"Oh." Tang Luo nodded, "Then I'll stir-fry it?"

"Won't the medicinal properties be lost?" Qin Menglan said.

This is called hemostatic grass, counted as an item. It has two uses: one is to swallow it directly, the other is to press it onto the wound.

The former focuses on treating internal injuries, the latter on external injuries.

She had never heard of anyone stir-frying this grass before eating it.

"Even raw grass is disliked by dogs, we're not savages—swallowing it raw is too embarrassing, so of course we need to stir-fry it." Tang Luo said.

Mainly because the grassy smell isn't pleasant; if conditions allow, why suffer unnecessarily?

"……What if it doesn't work?" Qin Menglan had some concerns.

The name of this hemostatic grass is ordinary, but it's not easy to obtain; she only had "two handfuls," one to thank Tang Luo, the other planned to trade for the Canghui Bow.

"If it doesn't work, just treat it as eating vegetables." Tang Luo said, "My cooking skills are quite good."

Qin Menglan watched Tang Luo enter the kitchen, then after a while curiously approached.

This guy can cook? That's also rare.

Soon, Qin Menglan witnessed Tang Luo's cooking skills—very rustic, lighting the fire, adding oil, adding various seasonings, starting to stir-fry.

Clearly just a handful of grass, yet Tang Luo made it feel like a sizzling, full Manchu-Han banquet.

A few minutes later, it was out of the pot and on the table.

The kitchen cleaning was actually done by the Heavenly Roar Dog, which made Qin Menglan feel a pang of sympathy.

How can one bear to let such a cute dog and cat do this?

"Want to eat?" Tang Luo handed over a pair of chopsticks.

"Good." Qin Menglan decisively walked out of the kitchen.

This dish would be a pity to miss.

"Mm, the healing effect is still okay." Tang Luo said while eating, comparing it favorably to the counterfeit Blood Bodhi given by Kongming.

It could match the recovery from adjusting breath and healing in a task world with abundant vital energy.

"Of course, you thought I'd really give you grass?" Qin Menglan said, emphasizing again, "This is a 'prop'."

"Mm, mm." Tang Luo replied, "Alright, next time you come over, I'll give you a blessing."

"No, this is to thank you." Qin Menglan took out another handful, "I want to buy your Canghui Bow."

In the divine demon game, equipment and props naturally follow the principle of "whoever picks it up owns it," very simple and unadorned.

"Good." Tang Luo said, "You didn't take it out earlier; it would have been better to stir-fry them together."

"What if it doesn't work?" Qin Menglan complained.

"How can you say 'prop' and it would fail so easily?" Tang Luo said, "Heavenly Roar Dog, come, let's practice."

Just after finishing washing the pot, the Heavenly Roar Dog shuddered and jumped onto the refrigerator.

Making her wash dishes is bad enough, but now she has to cook too?!

Unacceptable! She's just a poor, helpless little kitten, a small hunting dog.

"Go, go." Qin Menglan said righteously, "Let me come." She stepped forward, rescuing the helpless Heavenly Roar Dog.

Thirty minutes later, Tang Luo stared at the charred object before him, sinking into a long silence.

How many years had it been since he finally thought that eating this thing might poison him?

"I'm leaving first, hehehe." Qin Menglan hugged the Canghui Bow and slipped away faster than a dog.

Tang Luo grabbed the Heavenly Roar Dog that hadn't managed to escape: "Come, try a bite."

"Wu wu wu!"

Life finally reached out its hand to this poor little kitten of hers.