"That night, after dinner, I returned to the woodshed. My junior disciple took out five white steamed buns from his chest and stuffed them into my hands, telling me he could see that I wasn't actually full, and that during the New Year, if I didn't eat until I was full now, I wouldn't have another chance."
"That night, I lay on the haystack in the woodshed and ate all five of the white steamed buns, stuffing myself until my eyes went wide."
"Later, when escaping, no matter how hungry I got, I was so hungry I dug up grass roots, gnawed on wood, ate dirt, and drank the wind. My stomach hurt from hunger, stars danced in front of my eyes, and I felt that with the next step, I would collapse to the ground, and that's how my life would end. But as long as I thought about that night, I didn't feel as hungry."
