Wang Hanlin wanted to become a monk.
Wu Xiang looked at him and thought that although he had no tongue, he might be well-suited to the Buddhist practice called Silent Meditation.
But in the end, Wu Xiang rejected Wang Hanlin's request, saying that if he wanted to learn Buddhism, he could use his own two feet to walk to Spirit Mountain.
If he was destined to have a connection with Buddha, he would naturally become a disciple of Buddhism.
At the small square table in the inn, Nezha, Ao Yu, Wu Xiang, and Lv Zhu'er, each took up a side.
They were cracking sunflower seeds and peanuts, and drinking cup after cup of peach blossom wine.
As for the side dishes, even Lv Zhu'er's big black cat in her arms seemed to find them too plain.
"Monk, how about we order a couple of plates of braised beef? My mouth is almost dying of blandness," Nezha said.
