The men of Bamboo Spring Temple, old and young, changed course and searched for the nearest official road.
Perhaps there were few households nearby, allowing the trees to grow tall. Their cool shade covered the yellow-earth road.
Long-faced Heavenly King carried a clattering, heavy pack on his back. Broken silver coins knocked and rubbed together as he walked, and the sound intoxicated him. No one would have imagined that a dignified Heavenly King of the former Heavenly Court could rejoice over a few taels of loose silver. Every few steps, he reached back to feel it. The horses could be let go, but silver already in hand could not be thrown away.
Old Hui Xian ambled along in front, the snake demon boy staying close beside him and occasionally supporting him.
Wine Worm lay sprawled over Little Stone's shoulder as he walked alongside Long-faced Heavenly King.
He glanced at his master and whispered furtively.
"Brother Face, we'll pass through a town ahead. Buy your little brother two meat buns, but don't let Master see."
Hearing this, Long-faced Heavenly King shifted the pack, which had been slung toward Little Stone's side, to the other side. The Young Monk had been too busy playing to search for the money immediately. Now that he had come to his senses, it was a little too late. Without money, he could not buy delicious meat buns.
He shook his head like the rattle drum in a snot-nosed child's hand.
"No. There are too many places the temple needs money. If you want to eat, think of a way to earn it yourself."
Little Stone refused to give up and pestered him relentlessly.
"Just buy two. No, one is fine too! Just one meat bun! Then I'll let you be senior brother!"
Who would have thought