"Old man, don't worry. We are serious magisters who are going to the West to learn scriptures. Please let us stay for one night." Zhu Bajie, a handsome man with a bright smile on his face, spoke softly and said to the thin black old man who was held by Sha Wujing with a long knife on his neck.
"Bajie, why are you talking to the old man?" Tang Sanzang, a short man with a childish face and about 16 or 17 years old, reprimanded him. He turned to a gentle face and said to the dark and thin old man: "Old man, we will pay for the room." He took out his wallet randomly and looked at the few copper coins left in the wallet, his face became uncertain. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a major decision. With a look of pain on his face, he took out a copper plate from his wallet, stuffed it into the trembling hands of the thin black man, and walked into the house.
"Today's young people are really unreliable and don't plan their travels. They always take detours until late at night. The weather is so cold. Sure enough, winter and the fire are a perfect match." The languid Sun Wukong looked at the thin black old man with a sleepy look, buttoned his nose, shivered, and followed him into the house. A funny story about four men!