In the one-pot boiled food hall, a bald man with an elegant face sat on the ground, with words in his mouth, and opened his eyes from time to time to look at the counter, as if he was waiting for someone to bring him food and food.

As soon as Zuo Fei entered the food hall, he saw it, because he was the only bald man here, his bald head was like a reflector, brighter than a kilowatt light bulb, and the green onion stepped forward and kicked the bald buttocks: "The ground is cold, don't be strained, get up quickly, come with us." ”

The bald face does not change color and does not blush, it is still as stable as Mount Tai, just like a grinding disc hanging on the buttocks, as if it is welded to the ground, there is no intention to move the place at all, and there is no anger at all, and he asks the green onion with a white face: "Why are you kicking the poor monk?"

The green onion snorted coldly: "I will treat you as an eyeless thief, and you don't even recognize your grandfather with green onions?" ”

The bald head was startled, his face changed, and he hurriedly got up from the ground: "Don't be angry, what is there about the poor monk to offend you?"

As soon as the green onion crooked its mouth, it was about to be beaten, and the bald head hurriedly dodged away.

Zuo Fei said: "You have affected public order, and you have seriously hurt the feelings of the people by eating overlord meals, and have caused immeasurable losses to the property of the shopkeeper. We are from the Yanjing Divine Crazy Special Attack Team, and we suspect that you have a mental problem and need to be brought back for a good evaluation. ”

"Good, good, the poor monk is not insane, but he is shy in his pocket, and he is sick and infected with wind and cold, and he wants to spend half a month in the inn and take out some fasting to eat, how can he eat the overlord meal? Moreover, money is something outside the body, and it is not brought with it in life or taken away in death, so why is it so persistent? It should be selflessly dedicated to those who need it, and it is only when it is taken from the people and used by the people, Amitabha. "The bald head is serious, and he really thinks of himself as a character, as if what he says is what he says, and he doesn't think about whether others can stand it or not.

The green onion was angry: "Fry your mother's eggs, what you said is light, people are opening restaurants, not opening good halls, you are full of food and drink, but everyone is like you, don't people need to make money? Don't you have to support your family? You thief bald child who harms others and benefits yourself, the more you talk about it, the more you don't have a proper shape, this kind of detrimental to the public and private interests, I am afraid that only you can say it without shame." ”

Zuo Fei corrected: "It's harming others and benefiting yourself." ”

Green onion waved his hand: "One meaning." ”

The bald head is full of words: "How much can a poor monk eat alone?"

Zuo Fei asked, "Are you a real monk or a fake monk?"

"Do you look at the nine ring scars on the head of the poor monk, do they seem fake? I am a high-ranking monk, known as Master Sanzang. ”

The green onion said: "Okay, come with us, take care of your food and your residence, you don't want to be embarrassed here." ”

"If the two donors have such kindness, it is really the merit cultivated by the poor monk in his previous life, how can I not be willing to give a gift? Besides, most of the food here is meat, mixed and boiled in a big pot, red, green and green, the meat is too heavy, I just eat white rice, and I am also unhappy, you have vegetarian food there, right?" This bald head is also very particular and picky.

Zuo Fei said: "You'll know when you go." ”

The two of them left and right, with bald heads and left a pot of boiled food hall, the other guests all looked at the joke expressions, and a fat woman said: "It should have been taken away a long time ago, if he recites the scriptures here every day, then we won't use it in the future." ”

The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly apologized to the guests, saying that the guests who were disturbed by the bald head in the past few days must send a membership card and calculate the family price, in order to repay the appreciation and long-term support of the old customers.

When the fat woman heard the price of affection, she showed joy: "Boss, you are very good at being a person, and the business of this pot cooking food restaurant will definitely be thriving." ”

The shopkeeper smiled and said nothing, thinking in his heart: "If you have a membership card and tie you for a long time, you can make money lying down for a long time, as for the family price, as long as there are enough people, you can earn enough for a year's price difference in a few days." ”

In the all-enclosed psychiatric laboratory of the madhouse, the bald head sat on a chair, and the words were still in his mouth.

The green onion patted the table: "Stop, stop, don't you read, did you hear it, are you deaf?"

The bald head still kept thinking, and it was not affected in the slightest.

Zuo Fei motioned to the green onion to leave him alone.

After ten minutes, the bald head stopped chanting the mantra and saluted the green onion with his hands folded: "The poor monk must finish reciting the sutra at one time without interruption, so as to show his devotion to the Buddha." ”

The green onion smiled and said: "Forget it, eat and drink for nothing, and you are embarrassed to say that you sincerely worship the Buddha? ”

This is a bad statement, and when you are full, you can better worship the Buddha and recite the scriptures. ”

"Hey, what a clever thief bald, okay, now I'm going to conduct a psychiatric evaluation on you, I hope you will cooperate well. As he spoke, he took out the appraisal file and said to Zuo Fei, "You can start the appraisal." ”

Zuo Fei didn't even need to look at the identification template, and asked casually, "What's your name?"

"My name is Tang Xuanzang, and my law name is Sanzang. ”

"Where is your hometown?"

"A native of Luoyang, Henan, he was born in Jiangzhou and became a monk in Jinshan Temple since he was a child. ”

The green onion interjected: "Jinshan Temple, who are you Fahai?"

"My master's name is Fa Ming, and Fahai is my uncle. ”

Zuo Fei said to the green onion: "Don't interfere!" He said to the bald head: "Now I ask you a question, and you have to answer honestly." ”

"The poor monk must know everything, and he must say everything. ”

"Do you think there are ghosts in the world?"

"Ghost?" he shuddered, "Probably ...... Probably so. ”

"Do you think the earth is round?"

"Usually it's flat, square, like a board, the sky is like an iron pot upside down on it, all the way without looking back, you can go to the end of the sky. ”

"What would you do if a person accidentally stepped on your shoe?"

"What else can I do, rub it when it hurts, and if it doesn't hurt, continue on the road. ”

"What would you do if you were in trouble and danger and asked someone for help, and that person didn't want to help you?"

"Depending on the level of danger, if I am helpless, I can only cry to the heavens with tears and pray for the blessing of the gods and Buddhas. ”

"What would you do if someone had a problem and asked you for help?"

"Will anyone ask me for help? In my memory, I never had this idea, usually when I was in trouble, I turned to others for help. ”

"Now that you have a murderer in your hands, what will you do?"

"Run, or wait to be killed?"

"What's your biggest hobby?"

"If you are a monk, the four are empty, and if you are interested, you will not leave home. ”

"Is there anyone else in the house?"

"My mother is deceased, my father is still alive, but I have been away from Chang'an for many years, I don't know if he is okay, and there are a few apprentices, but they are all separated, I walked around, and I came here, and I had a cold wind, can anyone tell me, what direction is Tianzhu?"

Zuo Feiyi grinned: "Tianzhu is already cold, answer the question well." ”

"You ask. ”

"What gives you a sense of accomplishment?"

"Go to Tianzhu to retrieve the true scriptures, save the Tang Emperor and hundreds of millions of Li people in dire straits, and if I can achieve this grand wish, I am willing to die. ”

"Yes, the spirit is commendable, okay, the last question, what kind of person do you think you are?"

"Except for being a little timid, in other aspects, it's okay. The future is dark, but I will not be afraid, nor will I be afraid of life and death, wolves, insects, tigers and leopards, nor will they stop my determination to go west. ”

Zuo Fei wrote down the date and brief history, and after filing the appraisal report, he said to Tang Sanzang: "Let's go, I'll arrange a room for you." ”

"It's really hard work, and I can't thank you enough. ”

Green onion scratched his head: "The recent psychopath, why are all the names of the Three Kingdoms of the Westward Journey to the Water Margin and the like, is it all because he has gone crazy reading novels?" This question puzzled him for several days, and when he saw a person who claimed to be Tang Sanzang, he couldn't help but doubt life.

"It's not normal, otherwise can it be called psychotic?" Zuo Fei knew that the more he explained, the more chaotic it became, and with the intelligence of the green onion, he told him the truth, I am afraid that it will be widely publicized like a loudspeaker, and I don't have to wait until the afternoon, I am afraid that the whole world will know about it.

"That's right. ”

The green onions didn't think much of it at all.

Zuo Fei smiled bitterly and arranged Tang Sanzang to the next room next to Yun Zhongzi: "This is your residence, all you need to eat, drink and Lazar only need to ring the bell, and someone will naturally arrange it." ”

"What's the trouble, is this your home?"

Zuo Fei's face was black: "Let you live, you will live, so much nonsense?"

"Okay, when the typhoid fever is cured, I will go on the road, and I will not delay for a moment when I travel west to learn from the experience. ”

"I'll talk about that later. ”

Tang Sanzang folded his hands and recited a Buddha name: "When will the meal begin?"

The green onion dug out a lump of boogers and flicked it casually, but it hit Tang Sanzang's eyebrows: "Don't ask, just flower." ”

Tang Sanzang hurriedly wiped off his nose with a handkerchief, retched for a while, endured his nausea and said, "I'm talking about opening rice, not flowering." ”

"There must only be spinach soup left now, do you want to drink it?"

Tang Seng shook his head: "Spinach soup, recently, it seems that spinach is sold cheaply." ”

"Do you drink or not?"

"Don't drink it, I'm boiling it in one pot, spinach soup and rice every day, and I'm about to sick to my stomach. ”

Green onion looked disdainful: "You are a poor monk, you still have such a mouth, you deserve to starve and suffer." ”

"Please also ask the donor to accumulate virtue. ”

At this time, Yun Zhongzi's voice came from next door: "I don't care if any spinach is cheap or not, bring me a pot of spinach soup, I'm hungry, by the way, take four more nests, don't forget to bring two green onions." ”

Tang Sanzang was stunned for a moment and looked at Zuo Fei: "Who is next door, are you the owner of the inn?"

Green onion almost turned around laughing: "This is a mental hospital, that is, a madhouse......"

Tang Sanzang was taken aback: "I'm not crazy, no, I'm leaving." ”

Zuo Fei smiled: "Leave, hehe, it's late, weld the iron door to death in a while, you will stay inside for the rest of your life, and chant Buddha well." ”

Tang Sanzang was frightened and cried on the spot: "Woo woo, I didn't expect that I broke through the demon cave, but I was planted here, and I ...... bitter."