"Master? Just call me Monk!"
"Yes, Grand Monk!"
Half a day later, the two arrived at a town downstream. The town wasn't large, with only a single, somewhat bustling street.
The street was lined with noodle shops, braised chicken stalls, and other common eateries.
The two picked a noodle shop and walked inside.
The customers who were eating paused, taken aback by the two who had just entered.
A monk and a Daoist!
Although Zhao Rui was a fake Daoist, his robe was real.
Such a strange pairing still caused everyone in the shop to turn and stare.
"Two bowls of noodles, with egg, tofu, and greens..."
"And a chicken leg, and a sausage! The all-meat kind."
"My Daoist friend, is it really appropriate to be eating a chicken leg in front of a monk?"
"You're right, it isn't. Waiter, I'll have another..."
Zhi Sheng grabbed his arm and sighed. "I haven't yet reached the realm where 'wine and meat pass through the gut, while Buddha remains in the heart'!"
