"Hey there, scholar—Daoists don't just eat meat. They like eating people too."
The Daoist roasting the meat looked up at the scholar, scaring him into a violent shudder. He could not help recalling something he had seen while passing through a nearby county.
There were vile bandits who loved disguising themselves as Daoists or monks, using it to lower travelers' guard before suddenly striking and killing them.
This man... couldn't be one of them, could he?
Fortunately, the Daoist had merely given him a scare before immediately turning his attention back to roasting his rabbit.
After a while, the aroma of meat gradually grew richer. The Daoist picked up the roasted rabbit, tore off a leg, and began devouring it in great mouthfuls.
The scholar watched greedily, but could not bring himself to ask for some. He could only keep his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, continuing to recite his "zhi hu zhe ye" and the words of great Confucian sages to dispel his hunger.
Finding this amusing, the Daoist watched for quite some time before handing over a large chunk of rabbit meat.
"The sages say, one should not accept rewards without mer—"
To hell with the sages. Clutching the rabbit meat, the scholar ate with great relish, repeatedly thanking the Daoist before him.
Squinting at him and watching him eat until his mouth gleamed with grease, the Daoist suddenly smiled. "Now that you've eaten meat, shouldn't you be having some new thoughts?"
The scholar said, "Hm?"
"As the saying goes, when one is well-fed and warmly clothed, lustful thoughts arise. Scholar, now that you've eaten meat, don't you want to find some soft white jade to enjoy yourself with?"
"Daoist, your words are quite improper. Those of us who read the books of