Linghu Xinglang was in no hurry to return to Yunzhou. They stopped to rest at a farmhouse just outside Bugui Mountain.
The farm woman, having been paid in silver, brought out a pot of hot porridge. The Imperial Guards picked up their bowls, and, eating alongside their dry rations, finished every drop.
Master Wugou ignored the porridge and the rations, standing to the side and silently reciting sutras.
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