The old man laughed and said, "Saint Monk, within the Three Realms, there are also rich wines; it's just rare in the mortal world."
"Old man, this place is neither near a village nor a store, how did you think about opening a shop here? Observing your words and actions, you do not seem like a merchant; is there perhaps some hardship?"
The old man stroked his beard and said wistfully, "Rather than saying I opened a shop, it's better to say I secluded myself."
"I, a humble monk, would like to hear the details!" Tang Sanzang kept his dignity as a Saint Monk and smiled at the elder.
Zhu Bajie glanced up, then buried his head and loudly devoured his meal.
Sun Wukong squatted on the chair, nibbling on a peach, completely uninterested in their conversation.
Sha Wujing also slowly ate his food, pricking his ears to listen; Your Majesty once taught me to see more, listen more, and talk less.
