Half a month later.
In a cave somewhere, Changqing sat naked on the ground.
He slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
"Thank you for looking after me these past days, Benefactor Li."
"Think nothing of it," Li Ping'an said without turning around.
A wood fire burned inside the cave, roasting a haunch of venison, its fragrance wafting everywhere.
Changqing reached back and scratched his butt. "Alas, my failure to overcome this tribulation was heaven's will."
Old Ox frowned and gave Changqing's crotch a disgusted look.
Li Ping'an said, "Speaking of which, shouldn't you go get yourself some clothes?"
Changqing planted his hands on his hips. "Lately, this humble monk has suddenly discovered that being naked really is comfortable."
Li Ping'an silently took a bite of venison.
The two men and one ox arrived at the nearest small county town.
Monk Changqing wore a grass skirt around his waist.
They came to a clothing shop, the largest ready-made clothing shop in town, stocked with everything from unlined garments to padded cotton and leather.
Monk Changqing picked out so many outfits that the shopkeeper's smile creased his entire face.
At first, seeing his ragged appearance, the shopkeeper had thought he was some pauper.
He had never expected an eccentric nouveau riche.
Sure enough, monks were all rich these days.
Li Ping'an frowned slightly.
Changqing never brought money when he went out. He was probably planning to make him pay again.
At that thought, Li Ping'an made a tactical retreat.
He hid in the shadows and quietly watched.
After a while, Changqing finished choosing his clothes.
When it came time to settle the bill, the shopkeeper rubbed his hands with a smile.
"Master, will you be paying in cash or banknotes?"
Changqing looked surprised. "What are you saying, benefactor?