After pondering, Nan Feng raised his hand and pointed north, "I don't have a planned destination, how about we go back to Chang'an?"
The fat man shook his head repeatedly when he heard this, "I finally escaped, but I can't go back again."
"Then where do you want to go?" Nanfeng asked.
The fat man choked on his rice cake and kept hiccupping, "It's nothing urgent anyway, just take it as it comes."
Nanfeng nodded in agreement. There is actually no essential difference between traveling and wandering. They are just wandering around. Both of them are orphans and homeless. Wherever they go is home.
"By the way, is there any news about them?" Nanfeng asked.
The fat man knew that they he was referring to were Lu Pingchuan and others, so he shook his head, "No, I have been staying at Longkong Temple during this period, and I haven't gone far to beg for alms."
"What's the current situation in Wei?" Nanfeng asked again.
"How did I know this?" The fat man waved his hands impatiently, "Have you brought water?"
"Be careful with hidden weapons!" Nanfeng shouted, reaching out and grabbing the fat man.
"Dark your head, you have used this trick several times." The fat man was not afraid at all.
"I didn't bring water either. There is a town ahead. Go to the town to ask for water." Nanfeng said. If the person who hiccups is frightened, the hiccups can be stopped, but only if the person who hiccups is afraid.
Half an hour later, the two arrived at the town ahead. By this time, the fat man had stopped hiccupping.
Both of them have walked this road before, and they know how far the next town is from here. If they go through the town and continue north, they will miss Sutou, but it is still early in the morning, and they are not in a hurry to stop and have a meal. It was too early and I had nothing to do, so I wandered around the town.
Nanfeng had been living in Taiqing Mountain for some time, and had no worries about food and clothing. Now he left Taiqing Mountain and returned to Wei State, and found that the people of Wei State were living a very difficult life. It was early spring, the weather was very cold, but the streets Many pedestrians on the street were still wearing shabby single clothes, not even a cotton coat to keep out the cold.
There are not many products in the store, only some vegetables, rice, salt and cloth necessary for daily life, which are very crude and not very novel.
After wandering around for a while, feeling bored, Nanfeng found an inn to stay, where he lay down on the fire bed, ate the beans he bought, and watched the fat man pack his luggage.
The fat man carried a big baggage, which contained a few tattered clothes and a tattered blanket, as well as some cassava dug on the road. Although the fat man was fat, he had never been blessed. The cassava was astringent, so it was not because he was hungry. It's so harsh, it's hard to swallow.
"Fat man, how long have you been down the mountain?" Nanfeng asked.
"It's been almost a month." Fatty said.
"What are you doing in the South Country?" Nanfeng asked again.
"It's not easy to become a vegetarian from the north. It might be easier to go to the south to beg for food." The fat man said. He had not been a monk for a year. He used to speak very vulgarly. Although he is still vulgar now, he occasionally says a few elegant words. .
"You're so fat, it won't be easy for you to transform into a vegetarian." Nanfeng said with a smile. To put it bluntly, Huazhai is just begging for food. You, the beggar, are fatter than the donor, and no one is willing to give alms.
"That's true, but I've always been a vegetarian and haven't eaten anything good." The fat man sat next to Nan Feng and stretched out his hand, "Give me a handful."
These beans were not fried today and were not very crispy. Nanfeng gave them to the fat man together with the paper bag. The fat man took the beans and said, "I want to discuss something with you."
"What?" Nanfeng drank water and rinsed his mouth.
"Don't call me Fatty anymore. I have already taken the ordination, and my Dharma name is Zhengde." Fatty said.
Nan Feng frowned slightly when he heard the words. The name of the Dharma was quite loud, but he recited it silently several times, but he still could not connect the name with the fat man in front of him.
Seeing his expression, the fat man shook his head and said, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Nanfeng put down the water glass and lay down on his back. The fat man sat by the kang, eating the beans.
After meeting Fatty again, Nanfeng naturally thought of Chu Huairou and Lu Pingchuan. The seven of them lived in the same ruined temple and depended on each other. Chu Huairou was the eldest sister, gentle and kind, and had a good relationship with him. Lu Pingchuan is the eldest brother and he takes great care of everyone. He also has a good relationship with Lu Pingchuan. Gongsun Changle was relatively withdrawn and stingy with others, but he was very compatible with him and they had a good personal relationship.
He has big eyes and can't speak, so he rarely communicates with others, so he usually gets closer to him. Mo Li is still young and clingy. He has been following Chu Huairou and Lu Pingchuan for a long time. Besides Chu Huairou and Lu Pingchuan, they are also willing to follow him.
Among the seven, he is considered to be more popular. But Fatty is exactly the opposite of him. Fatty has no scheming ideas and is not good at interacting with others. Although everyone does not regard him as an outsider, they still look down upon him. Fatty does not have very caring friends. In the circle of seven people's friendship , on the periphery.
He had some sympathy for Fatty. Tian Yuanzi had said before that Fatty's talent was very poor and he was worse than him. Although his talent is mediocre, his mind is high. To put it bluntly, although he does not practice Qi quickly, his mind is smart. But Fatty not only lacks talent, but also lacks intelligence. Now that the two of them are together, they should treat each other sincerely and protect them more, and don't let Fatty suffer.
Of course, the fat man didn't know what Nanfeng was thinking. He ate half of the beans in the paper bag, then put the beans down and squatted in front of the kang to collect firewood for the kang. Some things become natural through habit, such as running errands like this when the seven of them were together. He does most of the chores. The reason is very simple. He is not smart. Others can find food, but he can't.
He himself knew this. Although he was very close to everyone, he still felt somewhat inferior in his heart. Therefore, when eating, he always gave the good things to others and kept the rest of the soup for himself. When you are with others, you will also consciously stand in the position of following and helping.
Nan Feng turned over and sat up, then straightened up, "I'll burn it, you go get some hot water and take a bath, you stink."
"Is there any?" The fat man raised his sleeves and smelled vigorously.
"Go quickly, go quickly, take a shower and wash your clothes. When you're done, I'll treat you to a drink in front." Nanfeng urged.
"Amitabha, you break the precepts by drinking alcohol." The fat man said this with a salivating look on his face.
"Drinking too much won't help. It doesn't matter if you drink less." Nanfeng said with a smile.
"Exactly, exactly. After the wine and meat passed through the intestines, the Buddha sat in his heart." The fat man stood up and went out.
Only wealthy people have large wooden buckets for sitting baths. There is no such thing here. Bathing is just wiping with a towel. That's it. After washing, the fat man still felt refreshed. He put on a change of cassock and followed the south wind. Dining room.
It was already Youshi, and there were many diners in the hall. The two of them sat down in the corner, Nanfeng ordered some food and drinks, and drank and talked with the fat man.
In addition to drinking, Nanfeng originally wanted to capture some rumors and current events from the conversations of other diners. However, the two of them sat together, which was very eye-catching, so the others stayed silent and tilted their heads to listen to them.
Seeing that it attracted other people's attention, Nanfeng had no intention of staying in the front hall and called the waiter to bring the remaining meals for the two of them to their room.
While he was talking to the man, someone rushed through the door.
The man hurriedly rushed in, grabbed the teapot on one of the wine tables, poured it down, then put down the teapot, grabbed half of the braised rabbit left by the diners, and ran away.
Before the diners at the table could react, the man had already rushed out, stepped on the ground at the door and used his strength to spin to the upper room.
Everyone followed and watched. Fatty also wanted to go out, but Nanfeng reached out and held him back.
The fat man turned around in confusion. Nanfeng didn't say anything and pulled him quickly back to the backyard.
"What's wrong? Do you know that person?" the fat man asked doubtfully.
Nanfeng nodded. The man before had a face as long as a donkey, as thin as a hemp pole, with two whiskers at the corners of his mouth. He wore a young man's hat on his head and a slender cloth bag at his waist...