"Why are you going to the cemetery so late at night?" Nanfeng was very surprised.
"Go back if you're afraid. I'll go there by myself." The blind man said.
When Nanfeng heard this, he became anxious, "Who said I was scared? If I had known you were going to the cemetery, we should have left earlier. That cemetery is outside the city. Now the city gate has been closed, so we can't get out." "
The blind man raised his hand and said, "As long as you're not afraid, let's go."
"We can't get out even when we get to the city gate," Nanfeng said.
The blind man raised his hand again, signaling him to leave quickly.
Seeing the blind man's insistence, Nanfeng could only lead the way with his wooden stick. After staying at the inn all day, it was time to go out for a walk.
Nanfeng took the blind man along the main road. It was already dark at this time, and even if passers-by passed by, they couldn't see his appearance clearly.
He knew where the cemetery in the west of the city that the blind man was talking about was. The old man who looked after the temple was sent there after his death. He was buried there as a dutiful son with a stick of filial piety. It was a large mass grave where all the people were buried. They are poor people. Rich people are buried in coffins. The poor people buried there do not have coffins. They are buried in pits dug with mats and quilts.
Some corpses are buried very shallow and will be picked out by wild dogs, with intestines and intestines being dragged everywhere. The eyes of wild dogs that eat human flesh are red. The rats that eat human flesh are bigger than cats. There are also groups of them there. The weasel was not afraid of people, so he squatted on the grave and watched the funeral procession from a distance.
No one would dare to go to that kind of place alone even in broad daylight, let alone at night, but he was really not afraid, because he knew that the city gate was closed, and the blind man would definitely not be able to get out, and it would not be long before the two of them had to turn around. return.
Half an hour later, the two arrived at the west gate. As expected, the city gate had been closed long ago. There were soldiers guarding the gate. When they saw the two coming, they shouted at them from a distance, asking them to leave the city in the morning.
"Look, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Nanfeng pulled the blind man to turn around.
"Look for a deserted place close to the city wall," the blind man said.
"What do you want to do?" Nanfeng asked.
"Just look for it," said the blind man.
Nanfeng didn't ask any more questions, and pulled the blind man to the north. He vaguely guessed that the blind man might use some kind of magic to get out of the city. There were rumors in the market that some Taoist priests knew a magic called wall penetration, which could pass through walls. A good blind man can do this kind of magic.
After walking a few hundred steps north, the south wind stopped and said, "There is no one here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt himself being lifted up, his feet were off the ground, and the wind was blowing in his ears. When he realized that he was in the air, he had already crossed the city wall and moat and started to land.
After landing, Nanfeng only felt that his legs were weak and he could hardly stand. The feeling of flying in the clouds and mist before was not good. He was in the air and could not sink.
"Let's go." The blind man stretched out his wooden stick.
"Are you really going?" Nanfeng didn't dare to take a step. His legs were trembling now and he would fall whenever he took a step.
"Is it possible to go on leave?" the blind man said.
"Okay, okay, let me take a breath first." Nanfeng grabbed the wooden stick and turned to look back at the city wall behind him. The city wall of Chang'an is more than two feet high, and there is a very wide moat around it. The blind man just took him in the sky at least. Moved more than twenty feet.
The panting was fake, but the calmness was real. After a while, Nanfeng felt that his legs were not shaking so much, and he started to pull the blind man onto the road outside the city.
"Master, that place is quite far away. It takes more than an hour to walk there," Nanfeng said.
"Yeah." The blind man responded.
Nanfeng didn't want to say anything, but he was still young and couldn't help but be curious, "Master, why are we going to the cemetery in the middle of the night?"
"Looking for someone." The blind man replied casually.
Nanfeng felt a sudden chill when he heard this, "Why is there anyone in that place?"
"There are no living people, but there are still dead people." The blind man said solemnly.
When Nanfeng heard this, he immediately didn't want to go forward. He had always lived in the city and rarely went out of the city. This was the first time he went out of the city at night. It was dark all around and there were some unknown autumn insects chirping. It was almost the beginning of winter. Qiuchong probably knew that he wouldn't live long, and his scream sounded like a scream.
Since he said he was not afraid before, now he was afraid and had to leave. The more Nanfeng thought about it, the more frightened he became. He had only known the old blind man for two days. The blind man came at night on the first day, and met him again at night on the second day. As for the blind man, the blind man didn't go out all day during the day. The blind man also knew that the Taoist nun was a snake spirit. Maybe the blind man wasn't a human either.
With this thought in his mind, he became even more frightened. He often heard old people say that some monsters could turn into humans and abduct children into the mountains to eat them. He had also heard many rumors about the female ghost taking out the heart and the monster sleeping on people. This night , and there are not many people around. If something happens, it will mean that the sky will not work, and the earth will not respond.
They were about to leave the flat area and enter the mountainous area. Nanfeng secretly looked back at the blind man. The blind man's eyes were severely deformed. He didn't feel anything wrong during the day, but now it seemed to be getting weirder and weirder.
"Master, I'm a little tired." Nanfeng stopped.
"I told you not to come, but you have to come," the blind man withdrew his wooden stick and knocked it forward, "Wait for me here, don't run around."
The blind man walked more than ten steps, and Nanfeng followed him from behind, grabbing the wooden stick and continuing to lead the way.
"Why are you following me again?" the blind man asked.
"I'm afraid you'll fall into a ditch," Nanfeng said with a smile. He grew up in the market. Although he was limited by his age and didn't have great wisdom, he was still cautious. He was testing the blind man just now. If The blind man is really a ghost and monster. He will definitely rush him on his way instead of letting him stay and wait.
After walking for a while, there was a faint light on the road ahead.
"Master, someone is lighting a fire in front." Nanfeng said.
"Yeah." The blind man responded.
As the distance shortened, Nanfeng discovered a new situation, "Master, there seems to be a group of people sitting next to the fire."
"It's a group of monks," the blind man said.
"How do you know?" Nanfeng asked in confusion. At this time, he was still more than a hundred steps away from the bonfire. He could only see a group of people sitting by the bonfire, but he couldn't clearly see who they were.
"Because they are chanting scriptures," said the blind man.
Nanfeng didn't say anything anymore and pulled the blind man forward. After fifty steps, he found that the blind man was right. Those people were indeed monks. To be precise, some of them were monks, and some were wearing laymen's clothes and had not shaved their heads. Bald.
Nanfeng's eyes swept across everyone, and finally landed on the little fat man who was cooking next to the campfire. Since the man's back was turned to him, he was not sure whether he had seen the wrong person, so he shouted , "Fat man."
The cook turned around when he heard the sound. Yes, it was the fat man who had been separated the night before.
"Nanfeng?" The fat man wasn't sure it was him who spoke, because he and the blind man were in the dark.
Nanfeng let go of his wooden stick and ran over quickly, and the fat man also put down his wooden spoon and came over. The two met in the middle, overjoyed.
"Why are you with a group of monks?" Nanfeng pointed at the group of monks not far away.
"I became a monk." Fatty said with a smile.
"Ah?" Nanfeng was stunned.
"Ah what?" The fat man lowered his voice, "I'm telling you, there is a Kung Fu in Longkong Temple called Prajna Magic Kung Fu. It is very powerful. If I master it, I will be invincible in the world."
"If you become a monk, you can't get married." Nanfeng reminded sternly.
"Shhh." The fat man pointed to his lips, looked back at the group of monks, and then turned back, "I'm going to learn kung fu. Once I get good at kung fu, I'll run away. How about you come too, and we can be companions."
"I don't want to shave my head," Nanfeng shook his head repeatedly, "I think it's unlikely that they will teach you Kungfu, and they will hire you just to get free labor."
The fat man was about to answer, but when he turned around he saw the blind man coming from the east. He pointed at the blind man and said to Nanfeng, "Why are you with him?"
"I worship him as my teacher." Nanfeng said.
"Be my disciple, what can he do?" The fat man looked up and down at the blind man not far away.
"I know how to tell fortunes," Nan Feng said casually.
The fat man looked disdainful, "Really or falsely? Let him calculate it for me first."
"I already figured it out for you last night," Nanfeng said.
"How does it go?" Fatty asked curiously.
"The seven of us are yours." Nanfeng said with a smile.
The fat man had no doubt that he was there, "Don't tell me yet, this guy has some skills, but fortune telling is not a good profession. You'd better come with me and let's learn kung fu."
"Zhengde, the rice is burnt." Someone said in the distance.
"I can't tell you anymore. I have to be busy. Are you really not coming with me?" the fat man asked.
"Is he calling you?" Nanfeng asked.
"Yes, yes, I took refuge, and I have a Dharma name. No, it's a Dharma name, Zhengde. What does this name look like?" the fat man asked.
"It's not a good match for you." Nan Feng took out the money bag from his pocket and picked out the silver inside. "Here you go, keep it with you."
The fat man grabbed the silver and moved it westward, "Is there any news about big brother, big sister and the others?"
"No." Nanfeng shook his head.
"Okay, take care of yourself." The fat man ran towards the fire.
At this time, the blind man had already walked over. Nanfeng grabbed the wooden stick and continued to lead the way.
When passing by the fire, the fat man was being criticized. A middle-aged monk was criticizing him for his unclean nature and his constant estrangement. To put it bluntly, he was blaming him for not being so affectionate with his former friends.
Because he was being criticized, Fatty didn't dare to talk to Nanfeng anymore.
When he was about to leave, Nanfeng turned around and shouted, "Third brother, if your life is not going well, just go home. You will never have to worry about food and accommodation."
This was actually meant for the monks. They had to let the monks know that there was someone in the fat man's family, so as not to make him angry because they thought the fat man was just a casualty.
The fat man didn't dare to reply seriously. He tilted his head and squinted his eyes and said, "Amitabha."
The south wind led the blind man to continue walking forward. After two miles, he turned onto the narrow path leading to the cemetery...