Since he was not sleepy, Nanfeng paid the bill, bought another bottle of wine, and left the inn to go to Suzhou at night.
Using the body technique, he drove a hundred miles before dawn, took a short rest, and hit the road again. At the end of the day, he had run more than three hundred miles. This was his limit. His whole body was sore, and his Dantian was completely empty.
Two days later, Nanfeng rushed to Suzhou, bought a gourd from the city, put some sesame oil on it, and went to Foguang Temple to find the fat man.
His clothes are very shabby, but there are others even worse than him. Most of the people who go to Foguang Temple to offer incense are poor people, and they don’t know what they are asking for. In fact, neither gods nor bodhisattvas will give anything without reason. Making a wish has little effect except to gain peace of mind and seek hope.
You go to burn incense and make a wish, and the Bodhisattva makes your wish come true. Afterwards, you take the incense and candle to express your gratitude and fulfill your wish. In this case, wouldn’t the Bodhisattva be accepting bribes, showing favoritism, and taking advantage of others
When he arrived at Deshan Gate, Nan Feng stopped. According to the religious rules, Taoist priests were not allowed to enter the temple, but he had never consecrated the temple, and he was not wearing a Taoist robe. It would not be a big deal if he entered. In the words of the fat man, "It doesn't matter if you don't enter a few times." thing. '
Just when Nanfeng was about to climb up the stairs, the fat man came out unexpectedly, carrying his bedding under his arms, and was pushed out by several monks.
We haven’t seen each other for more than a year. The fat man has grown taller again. He is nearly eight feet tall and even fatter. The monks pushed him with great difficulty. The fat man didn’t want to leave. He kept begging for kindness, but the monks ignored him. .
The fat man turned around unintentionally and saw Nanfeng standing in the audience. He immediately changed his face and said, "What kind of temple is bullying foreign monks like this? You are a bunch of villains. The Buddha disdains to be associated with you."
After saying that, he turned around and ran towards Nanfeng, "Hahaha, you want to hurt me."
"Talents, have you been kicked out again?" Nanfeng wanted to laugh but didn't because he suddenly thought that he was also kicked out.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This Foguang Temple is not a good place. The Buddha is tired of living there." The fat man reached out and grabbed Nanfeng's collar and lifted him up with one hand. "Why don't you grow taller?"
Before Nanfeng could answer, the monk at the mountain gate retorted, "Damn Zhengde, don't talk nonsense. Foguang Temple is a pure place. You have violated the eight precepts of Buddhism, how can I keep you?"
There were many pilgrims inside and outside the mountain gate. They all stopped when they heard the quarrel. The fat man couldn't keep it off his face and shouted loudly, "If you talk nonsense again, Buddha will tear your mouth apart."
"Come and tear it apart!" Those monks were not afraid of the fat man.
"You are all villains when you bully the minority. It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. You just wait for me." The fat man was timid.
"Can you put it down for me?" Nanfeng tilted his head and looked at the fat man.
Only then did the fat man remember that he still had Nan Feng in his hand. Hearing this, he quickly put him down and talked to him to cover up his embarrassment that he did not dare to go forward and hit him.
"It seems I came at the right time." Nanfeng smiled.
"Yes, yes, I was worried that I couldn't find you anywhere, but here you are." The fat man was also very happy.
"Let's go, find a place to talk." Nanfeng turned around and went ahead. There are many people here, so it's not appropriate to talk too much.
The fat man carried his bedding on his shoulders and followed Nan Feng. Although there was a height difference between the two of them when they were children, it was not as obvious as it is now. The fat man's height was different from that of ordinary people. He was really tall. Nan Feng only reached his shoulders.
On the way back to the city, Fatty kept talking about the unfair treatment he received here. All he said was that he worked hard, but Foguang Temple didn't care.
At this time, some temples had land, such as Foguang Temple. The monks usually did not farm the land themselves, but rented it to farmers. Sometimes they would keep part of it. Fatty was sent to farm soon after he came here, and he also Didn't bother to study the scriptures.
Before leaving, Nanfeng left a lot of money to the fat man. When he asked the fat man why he didn't use the money to buy rice, the fat man was evasive, but he didn't have deep intentions. Nanfeng asked him the truth within a few words. Foguang Temple The precepts are strict and monks are strictly prohibited from going out to alms privately. There is still something to eat in the fields in summer and autumn, but in winter and spring there is nothing. The fat man couldn't bear the hunger, so he ran out several times secretly. As a result, he was reported by some evildoers. He didn't dare to buy rice openly, and he couldn't stand the rule of not eating after lunch. When he was hungry, he would inevitably do some sneaky things. According to Fatty's statement, he always left money behind when he cheated, but the other party still followed the traces to find him. After one or two visits, Foguang Temple got annoyed, so the scene just happened.
"What's in the gourd?" The fat man pointed at the gourd Nanfeng was holding.
"Sesame oil." Nanfeng said.
"Give me a few sips." The fat man stretched out his hand to beg.
"Isn't that true?" Nanfeng frowned and tilted his head.
"What's wrong? I'm afraid there is no place poorer than Suzhou in the Eastern Wei Dynasty. You leave me here and go to Yuqingzong to eat and drink. It's so righteous." The fat man stretched out his hand to grab the gourd.
"Stop making trouble. Drinking oil will cause diarrhea." Nanfeng leaned away and took out the jug of wine from the bag. "Here's this for you."
The fat man took it and pulled out the cork, "Wow, where did it come from?"
"I brought it back from somewhere else," Nanfeng said casually.
"You, you, you go and enjoy yourself, and leave me here to suffer." The fat man took a sip of wine, smashed his mouth, and enjoyed it very much.
"You only saw thieves eating meat, but not being beaten." Nanfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head. Although the fat man lived a miserable life here, he was very safe, and he lived in fear, walking on thin ice.
Alcohol is prohibited in Suzhou, so the fat man was reluctant to drink more. After taking a sip, he stuffed the wine flask into his arms. He was tall and tall, and his monk's robes were wide, so it was not obvious that he was carrying a wine flask.
The fat man was hungry, so Nan Feng took him into the city to eat. The food was stuffed buns the size of a fist. The fat man ate a dozen in one go, and Nan Feng was dumbfounded.
When the fat man saw Nan Feng's expression was different, he stopped chewing and asked, "Isn't the money enough?"
"That's enough." Nanfeng nodded.
"Then bring a few more." The fat man yelled at the shopkeeper.
"Why didn't I realize you were so good at eating before?" Nanfeng asked.
"You know why I gave you the dry food, so you can drink the soup yourself? It's good to drink the soup so that you can fill up with water." The fat man had food in his mouth and spoke vaguely, "I have never been full since I was a child."
"By the way, I met my eldest brother." Nanfeng said.
"Brother? Where is brother now?" The fat man stopped chewing.
"In Chang'an, he learned martial arts and now works under Da Sima." Nanfeng said. In fact, besides Lu Pingchuan, he also knew about the big eyes, but the matter was of great importance and he was not prepared to tell the fat man.
Back in Chang'an, Lu Pingchuan took good care of the fat man. When he learned that Lu Pingchuan had found a good job, the fat man was really happy for him, but then he started to talk about Nan Feng and Lu Pingchuan who knew martial arts, but he didn't know anything.
"This is not the place to talk. Eat quickly, find a place to stay after eating, and make plans." Nanfeng said.
The two of them had conspired before about the Eight-Bud Golden Body, so the fat man knew what Nanfeng was planning with him. He finished the buns in his hand, put the remaining two in his arms, and followed Nanfeng to find a place to stay.
Nanfeng did not live in a hotel, but rented a small courtyard in a remote location. This was extremely difficult and would definitely take a long time. Living alone would be more convenient.
The ancients believed that odd numbers are yang and even numbers are yin. Yang houses are all odd numbers. Ordinary farmhouses only have three houses, and better-off families have two wing rooms. This small courtyard has three rooms and two wings.
There was nothing in the house, it was really bare, but it still had a stove and a clay kang. After a simple cleaning, the two settled down.
"Tell me about the situation in Foguang Temple." Nanfeng said.
The fat man was holding the wine bottle and smelling the smell of wine. He nodded when he heard the words. Just as he was about to speak, Nanfeng said again, "When you went to place an order that day, was it a favor or did you use a famous post?"
"I gave money to that Zhi Ke Monk," the fat man said, with a look of remorse. "I forgot about this. That guy pushed me out. I should have yelled out and let him suffer the same misfortune as me. ."
"No, that's a villain's move," Nan Feng waved his hand, "Go on, don't miss out on the details..."