C45 The Scum of Buddhism

Fa Ming and the little Daoist sat on the edge of the brick bed. The lama turned around from the table and lifted up a basin and placed it between them. He then took out a spoon and chopsticks and put them down and said, "There is really no good waiter. Please enjoy, Master Immortal Child. " Fa Ming talked with him as he looked at the porridge. When he saw that the food was as red as blood