"What do you mean by that?"
"This humble Daoist means that benefactor should prioritize the journey west."
"We've always prioritized the journey west." Chu Yang looked utterly confused. "Otherwise, we would've stayed here for half a month already. We're only lodging here for two nights and eating something decent. How does that mean we're not prioritizing it? Does prioritizing the journey west mean chewing grass every meal and suffering through cultivation every night? That's just unreasonable."
Abbot Xu choked on his words.
He suddenly realized that the most troublesome thing about Chu Yang was not his sharp tongue, but his ability to make the most crooked reasoning sound like the most straightforward common sense.
You said the journey west came first.
He said they needed to eat their fill to have the strength to travel west.
You said the Holy Monk had it hard.
He said that was exactly why the Holy Monk deserved better food and more comfortable lodging.
You wanted to paint "enjoyment" as "neglecting duty."
Yet he had not actually neglected anything.
He had merely made "living comfortably" sound like the most natural thing in the world.
And ordinary people were precisely the easiest to sway with such "natural" reasoning.
Because their lives already revolved around the most practical things: food, clothing, daily expenses, labor, and rest.
Just as Abbot Xu was about to say something else, someone hurried over from the back courtyard.
"Abbot! Something's wrong!"
Abbot Xu's heart skipped a beat. "What happened now?"
It was a kitchen servant, his face full of panic. "Mother Wang and Xiao Liu got into a fight. They said the money left over from yesterday's chicken purchase was divided unfairly. Then, while arguing, they overturned the pot..."
Abbot Xu: "..."
Chu Yang gave an "oh dear" from the side,