Master, don't go. You just tell him where the nest is, and we'll have nothing to lose, right? Sun Wukong persuaded on the side.

"Disciple, the demons were also your kind, don't you have a little compassion? Sweeping the floor is afraid of hurting the lives of mole ants, and cherishing moths and gauze lamps. Bodhidharma said discouragedly.

"Master, what you said is also right, my grandson is not a hard-hearted person." Then, he turned his face and shouted in the direction of Li Bai: "That old brother Bai, my master has a very strict mouth, you better go find it yourself." ”

Before they knew it, the master and apprentice had arrived in a small village. The village is sparsely populated, and every household is crowded.

"Wukong, there's a stream ahead, let's go get some water." Dharma Dao.

Sun Wukong carried his luggage, followed behind the master, and as soon as he heard that he could drink water and rest, he left his luggage and rushed out.

Sun Wukong came to the side of the stream, jumped directly into the water, and began to play, knocking fish with a stick.

Not far away, an old man with white hair, leading a horse with a white mane, also came to the river.

The master and apprentice thought that the old man would come to drink horses. In the blink of an eye, the old man took out a knife from his bosom and sharpened it by the river, while the white horse's eyes were filled with tears.

Sun Wukong's curiosity rose, and he stepped forward and asked, "Old man, are you sharpening your knife to kill this horse?" ”

"That's right." The white-haired old man glanced up at Wukong, startled, and was about to leave with the white horse, but Wukong reached out and grabbed the horse's tail and pulled it.

"Didn't you say that you want to kill the horse, and give me a piece of meat for my master, isn't it okay?" Wukong Dao.

Bodhidharma saw this scene and quickly walked over.

"Wukong, what are you doing with someone's ponytail, quickly throw it away." He turned his face and smiled at the old man and said: "Old man, it's rude, he is my apprentice, he just looks like a demon, I offended you, we have no malicious intentions, just a monk passing by." Bodhidharma spoke eloquently.

"Oh, I thought it was some kind of demon, since it's a monk, you wait, I killed this horse, and I will share a piece of meat with you." The old man said.

The old man laughed, since we are monks, we have the rules of monks, and we should avoid meat feasts. However, why kill such a good horse if it is not sold for a good price? "Dharma Dao.

"Oh, don't mention it, a few days ago, there were bandits and robbers who robbed the village of everything that could be eaten and valuable. The people of the village were afraid that they would come, so they all fled, and I was left with my old woman to stay in the village. If we hadn't killed the horse, we wouldn't have a few days to live. The old man said.

"Master, we still have some food, just exchange it with us, your shoes are all worn, wouldn't it be easy to ride it to Chang'an in the future." Wukong Dao.

"Old man, everyone is good, everything has a spirit, I have some food, you take it first and don't kill again." Dharma Dao.

"Even if I don't kill it, the robbers come, and it still won't survive." The old man said.

"Master, we still have a little bit of entanglement, let's give it to him together, and we will buy this horse." Wukong Dao.

"Okay, it would be great if you could buy it, I've been raising this horse for ten years, and I can't bear to kill it." The old man burst into tears.

"Old man, don't be sad. We just bought this horse. "Dharma Dao.

Wukong took the horse rope and rode up, but the horse was very docile and let him ride.