In the last few years of Xuanzong's life, his journey was not smooth.Those who went out in those days all had weapons on their bodies.Even so, seeing the dead man lying on the side of the road feeding the crows, he was still afraid.Most people have nothing important to do, and no one goes out, so the roads are empty.One day, a scholar rode a steed and led a chariot, walking on the main road in Guanzhong.It was summer at that time, and when I looked around from the horse, there were no pedestrians on the way in or out, and there were no farmers in the fields, only the air billowing on the horizon in the distance, like a colorless flame.The wheels creaked, as if running over in their heads.The scholar was jolting on the horseback, feeling sweaty and groggy.Traveling is boring, if only there was someone to talk to.Scholars don't want to talk to coachmen because their language is vulgar, and they don't want to talk to women in cars because they are too stupid.So he was looking forward to meeting a passerby, even if it was a doctor from Youfang, or a small furnace maker from Youfang.But from morning to afternoon, no one met.It wasn't until the sun set and the weather turned cooler that I met a monk.

The monks rode mules and escorted a team of chariots.A woman's laughter came from the car, and the cart was full of boxes and cages.Although the scholar is looking forward to a conversation partner, he doesn't like this one.First, the monk is too shameless to walk with women.Second, the monk is too fat, even the back of his head is full of trembling fat.Because monks do not grow hair, this is very clear.Waiting for a day, isn't it bad luck to wait for such a person?When they passed each other's names, the scholar began to ridicule him, intending to embarrass the monk: "Master, after ten years of war, not only the Central Plains have been dilapidated, but people's hearts have been ruined. I heard that some nuns live with men, and I also heard that some monks live with women. They gave birth to a batch of babies. It’s really indecent to make the clean ground of Buddha Gate full of diapers!”

Although the monk is obese, he is not panting at all. He speaks confidently, his voice is like a donkey braying: "What Mr. Xianggong said is true! Now the monastery and nunnery, what kind of Buddhism is quiet? Those young monks look like women. I can't take my eyes off of him. The old monk wants to go out for a wandering, and his family members can't rest assured if they stay in the temple, so they have to bring them with them. This world is really out of style!" The scholar thought: This monk has no shame!I don't want him to go with me.At this time the sun has set, and there is a town ahead.The scholar said: "Master, do you want to stay? There is a big inn here, just right to stay!"

"According to Xianggong, we will stay overnight." "Exit master, let's take another ride in the evening coolness." "Then according to Xianggong, let's go for another ride!" "If the master wants to stay, we will go. When the master wants to go, we will stay." "Sister-in-law, I just wanted to talk, why did you leave it aside? If the husband wants to stay, we will also stay; if the husband wants to do it, we can do it too!" The scholar was angry and funny when he heard it, and really wanted to scold him.But I didn't scold him, I just thought: If the monk wants to go with him, let him do it.Cars and horses passed the market and walked up the mountain road. The sun had already set, and a full moon rose, big and round, yellow and absurd.The scenery under the moon also seemed absurd.A dead tree on the hillside seemed to be cut out of black paper.In the western sky, there was a cloud in the twilight, like a dead fish turning its belly.The sound of horseshoes sounded in the darkness, and every sound was very clear.The monk's big bald head is so white that it makes people feel itchy.The scholar really wanted to pounce on it and take a bite.Of course, this kind of thing can't be done.The monk wants to ask: Walk well, why are you gnawing on me?The scholar thought again: Picking up a stone and opening his ladle can also relieve the itching.This kind of thing can't be done.The monk was chattering endlessly. After hearing his words, the scholar's heart itched even worse.The monk is talking about women, who can imagine that a Buddhist disciple would say such a thing?

The monk said: the women in Annan are petite and exquisite, with a gentle temperament, and it is very interesting to hold them in your lap; There is no more suitable maidservant; the barbarian girls in the Western Regions are passionate and have a strong sexual desire. One is enough in the family, and there must be no two.When it comes to Chinese women, the monk thinks that Sanxiang women are gentle, Bashu women are talented, Longxi women are loyal, and Guanzhong women are suitable to be wives.In the world, only Yanzhao's wife is the worst, because she is a tigress.Hearing the last sentence, the scholar got a little angry because his wife is from Hebei.So he interjected that women these days are not decent, and they can have sex with whoever they meet, regardless of whether he is a monk or a priest, whether he has hair or not.Regarding this, the monk said that women cannot be blamed.Over the years, there was the Anshi Rebellion first, and then there were other chaos.Nine out of ten boys are gone, but girls still have to marry.Therefore, it is not bad to marry a monk.Hearing this kind of words, the scholar almost laughed, this monk is very funny!

The monk said that talking about women is boring, it is better to talk about riding and shooting.Hearing this, the scholar felt itchy again—whether the monks talked about beating drums and bells, knocking on wooden fish and chanting scriptures, he wanted to talk about horse racing and archery!But this is a favorite topic of scholars, even to a monk, he couldn't help but say: most people who practice archery think that riding a strong horse, drawing a strong bow, and using a long arrow to pierce a tree with a hundred steps is a good shot.In fact, there is no such skill in archery.People who can really shoot enjoy archery as an art.Sanqiu went to the lakes and marshes to shoot geese, took Tuomu's longbow, Bashu's long arrows, birch light boats, and a yellow dog of Shanmao. Although I went to shoot geese, I didn't aim to catch geese, but to enjoy the autumn. The high sky, the strong wind at the top of the sky, a little bit of fun when the bow is ready to shoot.To shoot eagles in the desert in the middle of winter, you need to use a strong horn bow, Mingdi from the Northland, ride on a good horse outside the mouth, and bring Xianbei slaves to experience the soaring anger of an angry horse with a strong bow and a bird of prey.In spring, I went to the mountains to shoot birds and pheasants. With a soft bow made of white wood and a light arrow made of reeds, I could shoot freely without any effort.In the summer, I shoot birds in the forest, use a small bow and arrow made of mulberry wood, and bring a child with hanging hair to accompany me.Shooting small birds in the forest is a delicate job, which requires the use of both eyes and ears. When shooting, you must concentrate on it without the slightest deviation. When you are sleepy, have a drink in the forest.This method of shooting is called shooting.

The monk said that it seems that Xianggong has a lot of experience in archery and can be called an expert.However, in the eyes of the old monk, depending on the time and place, choosing bows and arrows to shoot will inevitably bear some traces of carving.It's better to use local materials at your fingertips.For example, when an old monk is meditating in a quiet room, and flies disturb people, he just takes mung beans as pellets and flicks them without missing anything. This is a little like the meaning of archery.On a summer night, the sound of mosquitoes is disgusting, so one casually pulls down a bamboo curtain, stretches one's hair and shoots them with pine needles, only to hear the buzzing sound stop one by one.When the fleas disturbed people, the old monk used Xi Mie as a bow and silk as a string, and shot all the male fleas with beard stubble. The female fleas were eager for love, so they moved out of the quiet room.The poor monk's shooting technique cannot be said to be exquisite. Those who are very good at shooting use their breath to blow the autumn hairs on the leopard's tail to shoot the dust flying in the sun. Only at this stage can they be called perfect.

The scholar's face turned purple when he heard these words.He thought: Fortunately, he was talking in the deep mountains and no one heard him. Otherwise, if someone heard it, he would definitely say that it was two cowhide spirits bragging about each other.If this is the case, it would be in vain!My shooting of geese, eagles, pheasants, and sparrows is all true, no more than this bald donkey shooting flies, mosquitoes, and fleas, which is pure nonsense.Don't say anything else, if you catch a flea, how can you tell its male and female?Unless the flea can talk, claiming that it is born so-and-so or concubine-so-and-so.Even so, you still don't know if it is telling the truth, so you can only check its household registration-this is bad again, how can the flea's household registration be seen?Even if you can see it; people can't read fleas.So I had to mention another flea as a translator.How can you trust such a translation?It is completely unbelievable that fleas specialize in sucking human blood.Therefore, it is impossible to distinguish the male and female fleas.The monk blows such cowhide, and he is not afraid of flashing his tongue!Thinking of these things, the scholar felt even more itchy.He really wanted to make two black holes on the monk's big bald head, but he thought again, this kind of thing can't be done.The monk's wife saw it, so it was inevitable that I would blame it.

The scholar looked up and found that he had gone deep into the mountains.The monk laughed and said that it was really interesting to talk to someone while walking at night.We might as well ask the family members to go ahead and talk about it later.The scholar nodded and said in his heart: This is much better!If I can't hold back any longer, no one will see and beat you up.So they stood on the side of the road and let the vehicle go ahead. At this time, the moon has risen to the middle of the sky, and there is a silver world in the mountains.There is a gentle wind blowing on the slope, which is clean and bright, like colored glaze on a tile surface.Under the moonlight, the leaves all over the mountain are shining and shaking in some places.In other places it does not shake.The scholar thought, this is really a beautiful world.God bless me, don't do anything indecent.When the itch in his heart subsided, he followed the monk and continued talking about many things.

The monk said, after talking about riding and archery, let's talk about swordsmanship.This is also a favorite topic of scholars, so he was the first to speak: "Steel that has been tempered a hundred times will finally turn into softness that wraps around your fingers."He has a sword made of this kind of steel, which is as thin as a cicada's wing and cuts through the wind silently.When not in use, this sword can be tied around the waist as a belt, and held in the hand when in use, the blade flickers like a beam of brilliance.It is like a white horse when it is swung, and it changes when it is stabbed.If this sword is in my hand at this time, I only need to wave it lightly, and before I know it, the master's head will roll to the ground and eat mud. Unexpectedly, his head fell to the ground.The scholar laughed out loud after saying these words, feeling a little uneasy.There was such a sword, but it wasn't all his.This is a treasure handed down from his family. His father is not dead yet, so this sword cannot be said to be his.This time when I went out of the mountain, I didn't have this sword with me. If the monk wanted to see it, but he couldn't take it out, it would be suspected of bragging.But it doesn't matter, you can invite monks to see it at home.If he refuses to go, it must be said that the scholar is bragging, and it is just a matter of taking advantage of this trouble to fight him, and it will not be finished until he gets a pimple on his head.

The scholar made a lot of calculations, but the monk didn't come to question him.He said that a sword like this can only be said to be ordinary, although it is considered the best among ordinary.If you use a razor to peel off a strip of bamboo skin on the green bamboo surface, it will be a good sword in your fingers.Take it and wave it at the mayfly on the water, and the insect is still flying.After flying more than a foot away, it suddenly split into two halves and fell down.If the old monk had such a sword in his hand, he only needed to wave it lightly, and the husband would have caught the monk's way without knowing it.You don't know yet, walk home happily.When I changed clothes at night and was about to enter Luo Shao's tent with my wife, I realized that I had been castrated by the old monk.After finishing speaking, the monk laughed heartily, but the scholar was furious, and said in his heart: "You old bastard! It's good enough that I don't come to kill you. You're making fun of me, but you're tired of living?" But the monk went on: "Of course, Xianggong is a good friend of the old monk. The monk will never eunuch you. The old monk's sword skills are only average among swordsmen. There was a thief who used mica from the North Sea as a knife. No one would be able to kill that thing unless it was under the sun at noon. I can’t see it. When you chop someone up, it’s like the head is rolling down by itself. It’s so beautiful! There is also a swordsman who uses extremely thin silver wire as his sword. It stabs at your left chest, pinning your heart so that you can’t beat. Immediately you have chest tightness and shortness of breath, and you have to invite a doctor and give you some decoction. Take out the sword, and you can still live. If he loses money, you will die, and you will think that you have angina pectoris!" After hearing these words, the scholar felt itchy again.This thief's baldness is really out of line.May I ask that mica is extremely brittle, why is it called a knife?The silver thread is extremely soft, so why is it a sword?If mica and silver thread can kill a person, a single hair can strangle a person's head.May I ask, is the human body made of tofu?It turns out that the female snail made a human in such a process: when she was mending the sky, she boiled a large pot of soy milk by the seaside, used a little sea water, and ordered a pot of tofu. This is our ancestors.Nuwa empress is not simple, one pot can cook male tofu and female tofu, and when two pieces of tofu are combined, a small tofu will be born?How the hell does this make sense.The Jade Emperor sits on the Nine Heavens, and the Yan Luo Emperor sits in the Underworld. The person in charge of the life and death of Fulu turned out to be a joint venture between the two tofu workshops.OK, great!The scholar quietly fell behind, took out the slingshot secretly, and shot it at the back of the monk's head. A scholar's slingshot is covered in paint, so if you haven't learned archery, you won't be able to pull it no matter how strong you are.His projectile is made of Annan copper, and if he accidentally drops it in his hand, it can swell his feet.If this bomb hit the monk's head, it would definitely come out through the head.The scholar thought that the monk was boasting, and suddenly a big copper ball came out of his mouth, and he was bound to be shocked.If the projectile came out of the eye socket, the monk felt that something fell on his face, and he caught it with his own eyeball.As long as this kind of thing doesn't happen to me, everyone will find it interesting.The scholar felt that he had a sense of humor, so he laughed. Who would have thought that the monk was playing happily, shaking his head, and the blow missed his ear.When the scholar saw that he missed the hit, he couldn't help but secretly startled.His accurate head can hit a small wine cup thirty feet away, how could he miss such a big bald head now?Why didn't the monk shake his head early or late, but waited for him to shake his head when he fired?Could it be that this bald man is not bragging, but has some real skills?The scholar put away his bow and rushed to find out what the monk said: "Master, what sound can you hear?" "Oh, a big dung beetle flew over, buzzing!" The scholar thought: This monk's ears are so long. What is the sound of a bullet flying by, and what is the sound of a dung beetle flying by?He also felt that this monk was very pitiful, he was talking about superb martial arts, but someone was plotting behind him, but he didn't know it.He thought it was a dung beetle when the urging little devil brushed his ears!Let him want to go, it's not worth beating him to death for talking about him.The two walked side by side again, talking about all kinds of martial arts, when it comes to fists, kicks and sticks, the monk has a lot to say, such as riding, archery and swordsmanship, which are things that scholars have never seen, never heard, and can't even imagine.And he's chubby.Silly, under the moonlight, a big bald head is white and shining brightly, making people look at it and can't help but want to strike at it. At this time the moon is brighter than before.The scholar was laughing in his heart, and the eucalyptus and silver flowers all over the mountain seemed to be dancing around him.It's hard to laugh when you want to smile in your heart, but you can't smile with your mouth.He thought: I want to talk to this bald man about sad subjects, lest he invite me to beat his bald head.So he said: "Master, do you know that the road is not so peaceful now? There are bandits in the mountains and water bandits in the rivers. Some bandits kill people and throw them on the side of the road. That's a good thing. After crossing the Han River, the driver saw the water was green, so he went down to the water. He plunged down and saw a large group of people under the water, all of them rolled their eyes, and there was a big iron ball under their feet, and their noses and lips were bitten off by fish. That appearance is really scary! I also heard that there is a local bandit in Wenzhou who will drown people in sauce jars, dig them out later, pickle them like pickled cucumbers, and wrinkle them all over. There are also people who hang alive people in smokers Li Xun died, his body was no different from bacon, and he was almost sold as a pig. Nowadays, people who kill people have a sense of humor!" The monk said: "What sense of humor do these little thieves have? I know that there are a few water bandits on Dongting Lake. At night, they smoke the merchants with incense, fill their stomachs with lead sand, and then sew their stomachs up. The next day When the man got up in the morning, he felt his body was heavy, and he had to struggle to stand still. He walked two steps in the cabin, only to hear his stomach pounding, and ran out in panic, fell into the water, and immediately sank to the bottom. A bandit, when he catches a guest, he will perform a major surgery, twist his hands into twists and pin them behind his head, and then twist his two legs so that one faces forward and the other faces backward. Then he is released, and the man is on the mountain road He was upside down and erratic, and finally fell into the mountain stream. Killing people like this is called having a sense of humor." The scholar thought: This monk has phlegm.Tell you serious things, you just treat it as nonsense.It seems that it is necessary to talk in depth in order to stimulate your sense of crisis.So he said: "It's not easy for people who dare to go out for a walk these days. These days, traveling far is like climbing a mountain of swords into a sea of ​​fire. Who would dare to come out without three heads and six arms? So if you see a peddler who goes out of the country, he may be in There is an iron meteor hanging on the waist. Seeing a strong man with a kick, he may have sleeve arrows in his sleeves. He is just a prostitute who sells laughter, and he may have a dagger in his arms! A person has a dick on him, and he is bold and strong , Drinking with strangers in restaurants, punching each other when they disagree with each other, and wearing thorny hand buttons on their hands. Competing with people on the mountain road, when they are not angry, they will pick up sandalwood sticks and hit their brains. The cave is thrown away. As long as you dare to stare at me with white eyes, I will drag you with eight catties of barbed wire. It is your own business to avoid it, so you have to be careful when you walk now. Be careful in what you say and do. . If you make others angry, your head will not be stable." The monk said: "Such passers-by are just cowards. When they see the ruthless master, they can only run away with their farts. I only hate that my parents have lost two legs. Look at me, monk, I am unarmed and open-minded. In the world, there is only a meat stick for pissing, who dares to touch a hair of my hair? The old monk roars, and it can shake the ears of others. Stomping, the person opposite will not be able to stand still. Bandits and pirates , When they saw me, they called me Grandpa; thieves and robbers didn’t even dare to cough loudly in front of me. So I walked up, very happy, so that I would be interested in going out. Be careful? What are you doing carefully?” When the scholar heard it, his heart became even more itchy.The robber and thieves don’t cough when they see you, are you a cough pill?I've read all the medicine books and didn't see such a thing, bald monk, cold in nature, calming cough, relieving asthma, relieving phlegm and promoting body fluid, no need to concoct, and the effect is like a god.Did Grandpa Yao Wang miss the writing, or did you pretend to be it?Even if you are a cough suppressant, it will only take effect after eating, how can you take a look at it and it will work?You might as well go to open a clinic and let the three-stage tuberculosis, asthma, bronchitis, and emphysema patients all over the world line up to see your bald head.You don't pay taxes for bragging, I'm afraid that if you make a slight omission, you will suffer from a thief, and you, a bragging monk, walk so comfortably.The robber probably thought it was bad luck to rob the monk, so he let you go, but I couldn't let you go! The scholar sneaked behind again and took out his bow.He prayed secretly in his heart: "Monk monk, don't blame me when you go to the underworld. It's not that I'm cruel, it's that you provoked me. I can't help it. I will blow your head open with one blow. It doesn't hurt or itch! Let you slam it You can change the world by opening your eyes, and this is worthy of you!" After praying, he gritted his teeth and hit the monk, which is like chopping watermelons on the desk, there is no reason why they cannot be chopped. When the scholar fired the bomb, the monk just walked into the shadows.In a blink of an eye he emerged from the shadows again, his shining bald head intact.The scholar's surprise was no small matter, because he was extra careful and steady when he fired the bomb, and there was absolutely no possibility of missing the target.It seems that this monk is not bragging, but really capable.He put away his bow and rode his horse to catch up.Go, I can't imagine, what the monk said is all the truth, shooting mosquitoes and fleas is true, mica knife and silver silk sword are also true.Monk is indeed a cough pill, and some people do know Flea Wen.The female snail lady did order a pot of tofu at the seaside, and the medicine book did indeed say that the bald monk Hanping.This is an inevitable conclusion drawn from the fact that the monk does not brag!Thinking of this, the scholar immediately became confused.Looking up at the front, the scholar couldn't help screaming again: "Master, we are lost!" "What are you fascinated by? No fascination!" The scholar thought: This is wrong.If you don't get lost, you should have walked out of the mountains.But the mountain ahead is even more steep!What's more, the vehicle is gone, if it's not going the wrong way, unless I really have a brain full of tofu!He said: "Master, our vehicle is gone too!" "Master, this is the way to my house. The old monk has never seen a more interesting person than you. So I want to invite you to Hansi for a few days. Baojuan and luggage took a shortcut, and now we are home. I Walking a long way with Xianggong, the intention is to listen to the high theory." The scholar thought, this is even more unreasonable!Who is coming to your house?How did my family and luggage end up at your house?You invited me to your house as a guest, did I agree?I still want to kill this bald donkey?I don't believe that the female snail lady ordered tofu. Although the scholar doesn't believe in the monk's cowhide, he is also afraid of the monk's ability.Suddenly a black cloud flew across the sky, completely covering the moon.You can't see your fingers around you, and it's impossible for both of them to rein in their horses.The monk is still chattering.The scholar took out his bow and fired a series of bullets at the place where the sound was made in the dark. This time, even the elusive weasel could not escape the rain of bullets in the darkness.As soon as the last flick was released, the scholar applauded and laughed. Suddenly the monk yelled: "There is no one in the deep mountain, my husband is so startled, but is he going to scare the old monk to death?" The scholar was taken aback, and quickly put away his bow.After a while, the dark clouds passed, and the scholar saw that the monk was safe and sound, and the two of them started on the road again. The scholar was still itching in his heart. He really didn't like the existence of monks in the world.If there is such a monk in the world, you have to believe that fleas have household registration books and people are made of tofu.The thought of these things itch so much that it is impossible to believe them.But the same unbelievable thing has happened.Tonight, I used marbles to fight with a bald head, and I missed it again and again.He was only thinking about these things, and suddenly he heard the monk say: "Sir, your horse is lame, see if it has missed a hoof?" The scholar thought: It's too bad, I'm absent-minded, I don't even know the horse is lame.So he got off the horse and looked at all four hoofs, and the shoes were all in good condition.This is strange, the hoof does not leak, how can the horse be lame?After leading the horse for a few steps, I found that it was not lame at all.Since the horse is not lame, how does the monk say it is lame?Looking up again, the monk had disappeared. The scholar was really shocked, thinking that he had encountered a ghost.He got on his horse and chased forward, shouting: "Master! Master! Wait a minute# After chasing for ten miles, he finally caught up with the monk.The book let out a sigh of relief, and the two of them walked together, but he didn't see the monk's triangular eyes widening, and a dark cloud covered his face.The two were thinking about their own thoughts and never talked again. The scholar suddenly thought: The monk never said that fleas have household registration books, nor did he say that people are made of tofu.He only said that he can distinguish the male and female of fleas, and that mica and silver threads can also kill.Since he didn't say that, why would I think so: this matter is interesting to study!It turned out that I insisted on thinking so, so that I had a reason to kill him.Now the monk can't be killed, what can I do?Do you believe that fleas have a household registration book, or do you believe that your own brain is full of tofu?He was only thinking about his own thoughts, but he didn't see the moon set in the west, the dawn in the east, the birds in the forest, and the fog in the valley.He also didn't see that this road could not be finished. It turned out that the monk was leading him around in circles.Suddenly the monk led him into a valley, where there was a car, and the driver dozed off on the shaft. Hearing the sound of horseshoes, the coachman looked up and saw this Zeng Yiru, and rolled his eyes in fright. He had been frightened a lot that night, and he was too frightened to speak again.The monk said: "Master, all the treasures and relatives are here. I will order the banquet when I get home, and I will be back to pick you up in a while." The scholar went to the car and opened the curtain to see that his wife and maid were sleeping soundly inside.These people are blessed. They fell asleep as soon as the car entered the mountain, and they haven't woken up until now.Looking back at the monk, he was already far away, and the scholar galloped after him again, this time the monk was very impatient. "Sanggong, the family has been returned to you, why are you still following me!" The scholar said: "Master, we are still walking together. The scholar is thinking about something, and when he understands it, he must tell the master." So the two walked together on the mountain road again, and gradually reached the top of the mountain.Finally, the sun was rising and the sun was shining. The scholar reined in his horse and let out a long breath and said: "Master, I want to understand!" The monk was also thinking about something, so he also reined in his horse and said with a long breath, "Master, I also want to understand." The scholar said: "Master, Xiaosheng has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he knows some bullets and swordsmanship."When other people's words don't suit my mind, I will open his head and make him unable to continue speaking.Now I understand that this approach is very bad.When I was a kid playing chess, every time I was about to lose, I pulled out my knife and stuck it on the board, so I won forever and never lost, and the result is still a shit chess.The same is true for listening to people talking, if the master says something that doesn't suit my taste and kills you, how can I increase my knowledge.For example, if the master said that ginger is the fruit of a tree, I can only say that you are wrong, but you cannot kill the master.Because when I can't be killed, I'm too embarrassed.The master is now standing before me alive. Do I believe that ginger grows on trees?So killing is not a good game, anyway, don't kill. " The monk said: "Master, the old monk has learned some martial arts since he was a child, and he specializes in doing worthless business on the mountain road. Although the monk robs, he does not kill people. I only choose people like Xianggong to go with me. You say east, I say west, you It is said that the chicken lays the egg, and I say the egg lays the chicken. If you are in a hurry, if you hit me, I will scare you away with a few hands, and I will return all the family luggage. Now I want to understand, this is very bad. Just Take tonight as an example. You can’t hit me with one bullet, two can’t hit me, and finally hit me with a series of bullets. If you still don’t run away, I’m too embarrassed at this time. You’re standing in front of me now, don’t I? So slap your head in the chest? That's not good, because I've already robbed you of your luggage and beat you to death. It's too cruel. Should I return your luggage for that? It's not good, because you You have already beaten me seventeen or eight times, and I recruited you to do it. If you don’t steal your things, I’ll be beaten by you. Wouldn’t that be a masochist? So, robbing is not a good game, no matter what, don’t rob.” After the monk and the Confucian talked to each other, they went to the monk's house together.The monk entertains the scholar and treats him as his best friend.