There are three weirdos on the streets of Chang'an, a short thin storyteller only talks about a lost Journey to the West, but he talks very well about monkeys, but he can also hold people with books to earn a living, there is a fat man with a simple face, and he often takes the fruit of the offerings to the gods and Buddhas for the storyteller to eat.

Sometimes the red paper has not even been taken off from it, and there is a bearded fisherman who rocks a broken boat and dives into the water to touch the fish without a net or hook.

The three of them never seem to have much conversation, but they only visit the old temple in the temple on the same day every year.

Miao Zhu is very old, sometimes he will call the wrong name of three people, but the three people are respectfully called him master, Miao Zhu does not go far away, but he still has a big white horse, some people want to buy, he doesn't speak, just let people lead, no one can take away, ask him to sign he only dissolves the marriage, at first some people said that he was not serious.

But according to what he said, he failed a beautiful queen when he was young, and when he was old, he wanted to cultivate more merits in this area.

The fat man here runs the most diligently and understands the master's mind the most, in the dead of night always staring at the moonlight and smiling in a daze, there is a year of interest, the old temple Zhu suddenly asked the fat man who took the tribute, have you ever counted the stars next to the moon, the fat man replied: "There are seventeen in the distance of a finger width from the previous one, four hundred and thirty-nine in a slap distance, but there are fourteen thousand five hundred and forty-three stars in this sky..."

The fat man grinned and continued to smile at the moon. The two of them no longer chatted, only the white horse next to him bowed his head and chewed the grass, strange to say, generally to feed the horse to prepare concentrate, the old monk is old and frail, and he can't earn a few dollars from unsigning, but he doesn't see the white horse lose a few pounds of fat.

The old monk didn't ride or tie the reins, and the horse also stayed obediently in the temple, and there was a strange feeling inside and out.

The storyteller is small, everyone is smiling, and there is no shape when he walks, the East Market is full of large and small traders of three religions and nine streams, he has never blushed with anyone, only once, a monkey from outside, a monkey on the side, the little monkey wears a red coat and wears a melon skin hat will play with the blade, will turn his head.

Adults and children like to see it, only the storyteller, the teeth are gritted, the book didn't say that day, went up and grabbed the chain, the bare hands of the chain to tear off, everyone then knew that he still has this ability, will do monkeys are just ordinary people, see him so fierce, do not dare to touch his eyebrows, ready to leave, do not want to be pulled by him, the storyteller did not speak with a cold face, only poured the money in his pocket to him, waved his hand, meaning to let him go back, walked a few steps The storyteller said: Do not play monkeys in front of me in the future.

Goodbye to this person, changed to cockfighting, and this time the storyteller didn't care anymore. The little monkey followed the storyteller from then on, and whenever he told the story, he cooperated with him on the shoulder.

Everyone saw that the little monkey was fun, and some neighbors even brought children to listen to it, just to see his little monkey. The storyteller doesn't lock it up, just let it sit in his own stall, the little monkey is trained by the monkey man, but he won't go crazy and hurt people.

After the book ended, he would take the monkey to a familiar inn, order a bowl of noodles, and give a little to the little monkey, or buy two fried noodles, or cut a pound of fresh peaches, just a pot of wine, but never saw him eat meat.

When the wine is drunk, I will give the little monkey a sip, and I will feed it with a mouthful, and then the little monkey will steal a few more sips of wine while he is drinking, and this big and small pour is also correspondingly interesting.