This is a dim and dilapidated wooden house, the room is not big and has a musty smell, fortunately, there are not many people, only two bald heads, one of which is Saitama, and the other is the young man who reminded himself not to rush at night.

At first, the two were far away, and Saitama didn't see who the other was.

Now that they were together, Saitama realized that the young man in front of him was actually a little monk wearing a gray cloth monk's robe and a string of prayer beads around his neck.

This little monk is about the same age as himself, with a hat in his hand behind him, and a rag bag on his shoulder, the rag bag is bulging, and I don't know what it contains, and on the ground next to the little monk, there is also a rattan box used to hold things.

Different from this little monk's dress, Saitama's dress is much more unusual, with a short-sleeved vest on the upper body, a loose shorts on the lower body, and a pair of slippers on his feet.

The other party saw Saitama dressed up, and he was also bald, and at first he specifically asked Saitama if he was also a monk, and later learned that Saitama was just losing his hair, and after the other party touched his own shaved head, he had grown some fine green skin stubble, and he smiled without saying a word.

Seeing this, Saitama sighed, there were mixed tastes in this breath, Saitama was thinking: People are obviously monks with hair, and they are not monks, but they are balder than monks, and Saitama knows that some monks will deliberately keep their hair.

"Well, then, I want to ask, what kind of place is this?" Saitama asked.

Hearing Saitama's question, the little monk smiled with embarrassment: "Hehe, I can't hide it, in fact, I don't know what kind of place this is." ”

"Originally, the little monk I was going to Yashiro-gun to visit a monk friend, but when I walked to this forest, I got a little lost, and I didn't know where to go, but fortunately I found this hut on the side of the road, which can be used to spend the night."

"So you don't know what this place is."

"yes, so I'm going to wait until tomorrow morning, and I'm going to walk forward to see if I can meet the villagers around here, and ask for directions." The little monk folded his hands and said with a soft smile on his face.

"It's a bit difficult now......"

Saitama sat cross-legged on the ground, pinching his chin in a pensive look, not knowing where, not knowing what he was doing here, and as a result, he threw himself over without prompting or helping.

"That elder who looks like a bear child and claims to be the Temple of Truth is really too unreliable, and what makes me hate even more is that I can't eat barbecue because that guy harms me, eh......"

Saitama sighed for a long time, his face was sad, and at this time, Saitama, who had not eaten yet, couldn't help but roar in her stomach.

"Hey......" Saitama touched her stomach, hungry and annoyed, and her mood was even worse.

"You must have nothing to eat, if you don't dislike it, this is for you." As he spoke, the little monk took out a dry cake from the cloth bag he was carrying on his shoulder and handed it to Saitama.

"Oh! May I? "Saitama is really hungry now, since it can be eaten, then naturally it will not refuse, and the world is the largest to fill the stomach.

"That, that's all I have, if you don't dislike it, please use it, you're welcome, I still have it here." The little monk smiled kindly.

Saitama was not polite at this time, took the dry cake and started to gnaw, but this cake was really the most unpalatable thing Saitama had ever eaten, dry and very hard, and at the same time Saitama inadvertently looked at the other party's obviously malnourished, yellow and thin face, and finally Saitama had a guess in his heart about this little monk: "Maybe it's an ascetic monk who practices everywhere." ”

"I still have water here."

"Oh! Good! Thank you! "Saitama is not polite now, although the cake is hard, dry and unpalatable, but I can only endure it.

At this moment, the little monk looked out of the dilapidated window of the old house, the originally dim sky was getting dark, and it would not be long before night would come.

"Please wait a minute." As he spoke, the little monk began to pull things out of his rag pocket again.

"It's amazing, it seems that there is an amount of everything in this cloth pocket, is it Doraemon's dimensional pocket? Eh, is the next step to pull out some ketchup? Saitama was looking forward to it, but the result disappointed him, and this time the little monk took out a small old wooden box, and when he opened the wooden box, there were purple incense candles inside.

Then, under Saitama's gaze, the little monk inserted the incense candle at the door of the old house, made a simple fence with a few pieces of wood, and lit the incense candle, and a faint fragrance of candle flame permeated the old house for a short time.

"What are you doing here?" Saitama asked curiously.

"This is an incense candle made from wisteria flowers, and it is said that it will prevent the attacks of those cannibalistic demons at night." The little monk explained as he set it up.

"Cannibal demons? What's that? ”

"Oh, that's a rumor, it is said that after the sun goes down, there will be man-eating demons in the mountains, although I haven't encountered it yet, and I haven't seen it, but I still have to do something to be prepared, and this wisteria flower made of incense candles can also repel poisonous insects, anyway, it will be useful."

"Cannibal, is there really anything like that here?" Although Saitama is questioning, but in fact, he is not surprised by the existence of that kind of thing, after all, he has seen a lot, not to mention the cannibal ghost, that is, what kind of monster demon king, as well as the big fish that eats the island, the sea king that is tens of thousands of meters long on the bottom of the sea, there are too many incredible things, not to mention, even those strange people in their own world, are all inexplicable existences of this common sense.

"Nan no Amitabha, as long as you have compassion, the evil will naturally not invade your body, you don't have to worry too much, the Buddha will bless us." The little monk twisted the string of Buddhist beads, folded his hands, and smiled charitably and piously.

"So, well, Buddha bless." Saitama stared at the pair of dead fish eyes, and his salted fish-like expression was unwavering, and he also muttered.

Time passed slowly, and I ate a dry cake with cold water, although Saitama's stomach was still gurgling, but compared to an empty stomach, it was much better, and the little monk opposite was sitting on his knees, with a faint candle flame, reverently chanting.

The little monk chanted a sutra, like singing a lullaby to Saitama, and before he knew it, Saitama fell asleep.

In a trance, he seemed to have come to the big cafeteria of the unified god realm again, where a grand dinner was being held, Lisdade, Ryuguin Shengya, Matthew and Eruru, and even the sword god Serusus, who was beaten by Shengya, and the sick military god, and other partners were all welcoming him, walking into the dense crowd, Saitama seemed to see that many heroes of the Avengers were also among them, and even Roger and others, who were adventuring together on the great voyage, also came to raise a glass and invite Saitama to drink wine, and in front of him were all kinds of delicacies, The whole nine yards.

"Hey, hey, hey......" Saitama laughed in a dream, drooling from the corners of his mouth, and when he was in a daze, he suddenly felt that someone was calling him.

"Wake up, wake up ......"

"Huh?" Saitama opened his eyes in a trance, the partners who had been adventuring together were gone, and countless delicacies were gone, only the little monk with a yellow face and thin muscles in front of him, his face was pale, and he trembled and signaled to Saitama, don't make a sound, look outside.