On this day, Tang Sanzang rode a white horse to a village. It was noon, and from afar, black smoke was rising from the chimneys of the village's houses.

Tang Sanzang stroked the stomach that was screaming.

"What a blessing from the Buddha! As soon as I was hungry, I came across the village. ”

Seeing the village, Tang Sanzang was naturally overjoyed, and made up his mind to go to eat some fasting first, and then continue to hurry after he was full.

"Drive!" he slapped his big hand on the horse's buttocks, speeding up his progress. After a while, he came to the village, Tang San hid up and dismounted, leading the white horse to find a family that looked slightly better.

After all, if you have different family backgrounds, the things you eat are different, and if you want to eat well, you naturally have to look for a big family. However, Tang Sanzang walked along the way and saw that there were all dilapidated houses, and none of them looked relatively wealthy at all, so he had no choice but to cancel this plan in his heart.

In order to fill his stomach quickly, he came to the door of a random house and knocked on the door, "Is anyone there?"

After a while, the door opened, and a white-haired old man in his sixties walked out, and he asked with a puzzled expression, "I don't know what happened to the master?"

Tang Sanzang erected his chest with one hand, bent down steadily, and said very politely: "The poor monk went to the West Heaven to learn scriptures, and happened to pass by here, wanting to make some fasting food. ”

The old man suddenly realized, nodded, and said, "Oh, master, please come in." ”

Tang San hid into the room and looked at it casually, only to see that the room was very shabby, a wooden table, a few wooden stools, and nothing else. On that table were two steamed buns, a stack of pickles and a bowl of gruel.

"Master, please be seated. The old man pointed to the wooden stool, then turned around, "I'll go and serve you a bowl of porridge." ”

Seeing that the old man was so enthusiastic, Tang Sanzang replied politely: "Thank you, old man." ”

Tang Sanzang sat down, and it didn't take long for the old man to slowly come over with a bowl of gruel, "The humble house is shabby, and there are no good things to entertain the master." ”

Looking at the steamed buns and gruel, Tang Sanzang's appetite was greatly reduced, he hadn't eaten these simple foods for many years. But in the current situation, there is really no way, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy wine and meat.

Hey, Tang Sanzang sighed in his heart, in order to fill his stomach, he had no choice but to settle.

He picked up the gruel, boasted twice, and was about to drink the porridge when the old man spoke.

"Hey, I originally had a black dog, but unfortunately it just died in the morning, otherwise there would be no extra gruel. The old man was holding the gruel and muttering to himself, with a regretful expression on his face.

Tang Sanzang picked up the gruel and was momentarily stunned, and his face couldn't help twitching a few times.

Nima, what does this mean? After a long time, my bowl of gruel was originally fed to dogs, and if I ate it, wouldn't it be dog food?

Tang Sanzang's face was embarrassed, he couldn't eat, he was so hungry if he didn't eat! he secretly said in his heart, you either wait for me to eat it, or don't say it, I just want to drink porridge, you say this, do I eat or not!

Forget it, let's eat some steamed buns! Putting down the gruel in his hand, Tang Sanzang picked up a steamed bun and just took a bite, but found that the taste was not quite right.

The old man suddenly slapped his forehead and looked at Tang Sanzang, "Oh, there is a steamed bun in this bowl that was left over from a few days ago, and it was originally intended to be fed to the dogs, but who knows if I forgot it." Master, you didn't eat it!"

Why can't you just say it in advance this time!

Tang Sanzang's face turned blue with a brush, no wonder he felt that the taste of this steamed bun was weird, and his feelings were left over from a few days ago! The most important thing is, how could this still be specially fed to dogs?

To eat or not to eat is a new question? If you eat, you will only know it, and if you don't eat, more people will know.

In order to save face, Tang Sanzang had no choice but to hold his breath, grit his teeth, and chew the steamed buns with difficulty one bite at a time. Why did he choose this way, firstly, for the sake of face, and secondly, he had already eaten it anyway, and it was nothing more than a few more bites. Thinking that he could save face by eating a few more bites, Tang Sanzang felt that it was still a very cost-effective deal.

At this time, a panicked shout suddenly came from outside the door, "The monster is coming, the monster is coming." ”

Hearing the sound, the old man's face changed abruptly, his whole body trembled, and the steamed bun in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Master, hurry up and hide!"

Tang Sanzang's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his face became cold, and he happened to have nowhere to vent the anger in his heart, and he happened to have a punching bag, which was simply wanting to sleep, so someone came to deliver a pillow.

He immediately said to the old man calmly, "Don't be afraid, the old man, the poor monk is dedicated to subduing demons and eliminating demons." ”

"Will you subdue demons and eliminate demons?" the old man stared at Tang Sanzang suspiciously, with a questioning expression.

Tang Sanzang didn't speak, just nodded, he stood up, walked to the door and picked up the Zen staff, and said fiercely in his heart, today I have to take off the skin of this monster.

"No, there is no problem with the steamed bread I ate, there is no problem with the remaining steamed bread, and there is no problem with the master's steamed bread, so where is the steamed bread I had a few days ago?"

Tang Sanzang had just taken a few steps, and the sound from behind him made him feel as if he had been stabbed in the heart, and his body staggered, almost falling to the ground. He glanced back at the old man, and saw that he was studying the number of steamed buns at the table very carefully.