For Duanmu Huai, going to the Western Paradise to retrieve scriptures was no easy feat.
After all, Monk Tang could ride a horse, but with Duanmu Huai's size, if not walking, he could only ride an elephant. Thus, at present, Duanmu Huai could only rely on the Number 11 bus to move forward. That day, as he reached the mountain boundary, he saw an inn ahead and swaggered in.
The inn was empty and deserted with barely anyone around, unlike Monk Tang, and Duanmu Huai was not dressed in a kasaya or carrying a monk's hat, appearing just like a regular errand boy. As soon as Duanmu Huai entered the inn, he shouted loudly.
"Xiao Er, bring three pounds of beef and a pot of wine."
"Okay, dear guest, please wait!"
Soon after Duanmu Huai called out, Xiao Er quickly came over, served the sliced beef and wine, then Duanmu Huai started to eat and drink heartily.
