Since when had someone been able to approach him without making a sound? He mustn't be the real deal!
Big Freedom Bodhisattva slowly turned his head to see a prideful cow pulling a creaking oxcart towards him.
But the creaking sounds weren't coming from the oxcart; after all, how could sound travel through the starry sky?
The sounds were mouthed by a Scholar sitting on the oxcart.
The cow, listening to the sound effects behind her, displayed a face full of disdain as its strides became more and more swaggering, its demeanor more and more haughty—as if trying to leave the Scholar far behind.
However, as the cow moved faster, the Scholar's sound effects became more hurried, always hitting the rhythm accurately and without fail.
Clip-clopping along, the oxcart trotted and came to a stop in a graceful curve in front of Big Freedom Bodhisattva. The Scholar popped his head out and said with a look of surprise, "Ah! Little Bald Donkey!"