The old man was small and thin, his skin dark and rough. He wore coarse hemp clothes, and right now he was sitting on the ground, clutching his foot and wailing in misery.
Beside him were two piles of firewood.
He was probably a woodcutter.
Seeing this, Xuanzang sniffed, shook his head helplessly, and led his horse over.
"Old sir, what happened to you this time?"
Xuanzang asked.
Hearing him, the old man raised his head with difficulty, his face full of pain. "High monk, my foot... this old man's foot slipped by accident and I rolled down from up there, hit a rock, and now it hurts terribly. I can't walk anymore."
Xuanzang crouched down, rolled up his trouser leg, and saw the bruised calf beneath.
This old man was still Lady White Bone.
If she was going to act, she had to act the whole part.
She really had made herself roll down from the mountain, and really had smashed into a rock.
Not only was there bruising, the skin had even broken and bled.
Xuanzang frowned slightly, took a strip of silk from his luggage, and bandaged it for her.
Seeing this, the old man looked deeply moved. "High monk, thank you. If I hadn't met you, this old man would be stuck here, calling to Heaven with no answer, calling to Earth with no response."
"High monk, there are many fierce beasts on this mountain, and it's even more dangerous at night. This old man is afraid he can't walk like this. Might I ask the high monk to send this old man down the mountain?"
Xuanzang did not answer. Instead, he asked, "Female benefactor, since you had already left, why did you change into another appearance and come back?"
The old man: "??!!!"
The old