"yes!"

All the officers and men took the order and went to inspect the damage.

Not long after.

A general came over and said in a solemn voice, "Your Majesty, I only lost some rations, and nothing else was lost."

"Rations?"

Lord Helan frowned and looked suspicious.

Are you barging in with such a big fanfare just to grab some food rations?

You must be sick.

At this moment, even the great king of the Helan tribe, who was famous for his wisdom and scheming, was a little out of his mind.

At the same time, more than ten miles east of the Mobei camp, twelve believers stood waiting with anxious faces.

Less than half an hour later, Sanzang walked over, carrying a package made of Buddhist robes in his hand.

"Buddha."

The middle-aged man stepped forward and asked with concern, "Are you injured?"

"No."

Sanzang smiled and said, "I'm just borrowing some rations, we're not going to fight."

After saying that, Sanzang handed the package over and said, "Let's share it."

The middle-aged man took the package and opened it. When he saw the dried meat and cheese inside, he looked startled.

Are they all meat?

"Buddha."

The middle-aged man came to his senses and asked, "Don't we need to be vegetarian?"

"Amitabha, there is no need to stick to these rules in emergency situations. As the saying goes, when meat and wine pass through the intestines, the Buddha sits in the heart. The Buddha is in the heart, not in the rules."

Sanzang looked at the twelve people in front of him and said with a gentle expression, "Eating some meat is better than starving to death. Eat first. Only when you are full can you have the strength to continue helping the refugees."

Amitabha.

These words are what you taught the young monk.
Chapter completed!