The Buddhist scriptures are inherently obscure and profound, and Fatty is not proficient in writing, so it was very difficult to read them. In the end, he couldn't help but ask Nanfeng for advice, "Nanfeng, what do you think this character is?"
Nan Feng opened his eyes and looked at the fat man. The fat man grinned to please him. Nan Feng turned his eyes to the scripture and said, "Quiet."
"What does Bodhisattva mean?" The fat man took the opportunity to ask.
"Bodhisattva gives you three hammers." Nanfeng misinterpreted maliciously. After saying this, he closed his eyes again. He had previously determined his future goals and the methods needed to achieve this goal, but this was not enough. He also needed to look forward to the possibility. problems arise.
This is also one of Tian Yuanzi's three pieces of advice. Before embarking on the road, you must have a good goal and a good path, and you must also look forward to the obstacles that may appear on the road.
You don't have to think about unpredictable obstacles. Foresight is limited to what may happen, and the biggest obstacle he can think of at this time is his enemy.
The people of the Taiqing Sect, headed by the second elder of the Xuan generation, did not pursue or harm him after he left the mountain. This was not because the other party was soft-hearted, but because in the other party's view, his existence did not pose a threat to the other party. If the other party noticed him, If he makes rapid progress or is too famous, he may be harmed before he succeeds in cultivating the Tao.
There is only one way to avoid this situation from happening, and that is to keep a low profile and not show off one's talents during these twelve years. The smaller the reputation, the better, and the fewer people who know oneself, the better.
But in these twelve years, it is impossible for him to do nothing. If something he does is known and praised by the world, his whereabouts and strength will be exposed. The only way to avoid being noticed by the Taiqing Sect is The way is to change his name. In fact, the best way is to change his name like Tian Yuanzi, but he doesn't know the magic of Tian Yuanzi, so he can only settle for the second best and change his name. Even if what he has done spreads out, outsiders I don't know what he did.
Thinking of this, Nanfeng opened his eyes and looked at Fatty, "Fatboy, I've thought about it. It's not appropriate to call you Fatty all the time. Let's change the name."
The fat man was scratching his bald head and thinking hard about the scriptures. He tilted his head when he heard the voice, "What to change?"
Nanfeng didn't want to use an unfamiliar name. After thinking about it, he said, "From now on, you call me Lao Liu and I call you Lao San. How about that?"
The fat man frowned and looked sideways, smacking his name, "Lao San? Lao San doesn't sound very good."
"It sounds better than a fat man and a bald donkey." Nanfeng said with a smile.
"Okay, it's up to you." The fat man nodded in agreement. Although "Lao San" doesn't sound very nice, "Hao Na" is still a title. It's much better than the fat man who laughed at people and the bald donkey who cursed others.
"That's it, don't call me by my name in the future, lest my enemies come looking for me." Nan Feng turned over and sat up, moved to the kang, got down to put on his shoes, and went out to pee.
At the time of the sworn vows, Fatty was the third oldest child and Nanfeng was the sixth oldest child. The two of them did not feel awkward or awkward to call them names like this. At this time, many country people were famous for their rankings, and names like Lao San Lao Liu were often used.
"It's time to eat." The fat man put down his scriptures and said to Nan Feng who came back to relieve himself.
"Let's go eat." Nanfeng just walked in and turned out.
At this time, the sun has set, and it is time for dinner. There are two tables of diners in the inn. The food in the inn is not fixed. It depends on what the hunters, fishermen and vegetable farmers bring over that day. It is early spring. Not much fish, mostly vegetables.
The two ordered rice porridge to be cooked on fire, as well as dried tofu and pickles. Since they had to study scriptures at night, Nanfeng did not ask for wine.
Including the two of them, there were three tables of diners in the inn, one of which was occupied by three mature men dressed as warriors. There were plenty of vegetables on the table, but they seemed to be in no mood to drink and seldom pick up food.
At the other table were an old man and a young man. The old man must be in his sixties or seventies. He was wearing black clothes, with a slender figure and an expressionless face. The youngest one is only about five or six years old. She is a girl with big eyes and two pigtails. The clothes she wears are very loose and don't fit well. She is eating noodles with her head down.
The three middle-aged men had no intention of eating or drinking. From time to time they tilted their heads to observe the old man and the young man sitting in the corner from the corner of their eyes, and occasionally exchanged glances.
The old man in black at the other table didn't seem to notice that the three people were peeking at them. He just kept picking up food for the girl to let her eat more and be full.
The fat man was not as attentive as Nanfeng, and he did not notice the strangeness in the atmosphere. He just ate the pickles and rice porridge and ate the fire.
"Lao Liu, you should eat too." The fat man raised his hand to wipe the hot sweat from the tip of his nose.
Nan Feng nodded, opened his mouth and took a bite of Huo Shao.
"Uncle, I want to drink water." The little girl raised her head and said to the old man in black.
The old man in black was pouring water from the pot. Seeing that the poured tea had no heat, he threw it away. He stood up and walked to the tea stove in the center of the hall to get hot water.
Nanfeng and Fatty were sitting next to the tea stove. Seeing the old man walking towards him, Nanfeng subconsciously tilted his head and glanced. This sight was so shocking that he broke out in a cold sweat.
The old man in black walked to the tea stove, picked up the teapot, and turned back.
Nan Feng took another look and saw that yes, this person walked only on his toes, with the soles of his feet and heels not touching the ground. Only people possessed by ghosts would walk like this.
Just as Nanfeng was secretly looking at the old man in black, three diners at the other table left their seats at the same time. Two people blocked the front of the seat where the old man in black was sitting. Another person rushed to the girl and said, "Miss, Is your surname Yuan?"
The girl tilted her head and answered, "Yes, Uncle, are you sent by Dad?"
After the girl finished speaking, the person who asked the question immediately picked her up and said, "Yes, Second Miss, don't be afraid, we will protect you."
"Put her down." The old man in black said in a very cold tone.
The man holding the girl shouted an order to the other two, "This demon is so bold that he dares to steal the general's daughter. Take it and take it back to the general for his punishment."
The two people blocking the table heard the sound and rushed forward at the same time. They ducked ten steps away and attacked from the left and right sides at the same time.
Seeing the two men attacking, the old man in black did not fight with them, but stood on his toes and slid back seven feet against the ground.
The two men missed with one blow, lunged forward, followed closely, and punched again, striking the old man in black on the chest and lower abdomen.
"Uncle, uncle is not a bad person, don't hurt him." The girl stopped him urgently.
At this time, the two men were attacking and did not stop because the girl stopped them.
Seeing the two men approaching each other step by step, the old man in black dodged again, but still stayed close to the ground and moved back. The two men missed each other.
"I don't mean to hurt anyone, don't force me." The old man in black put the teapot in his hand on the empty table next to him.
"My dear sir, my dear sir, I have a small business and it's not easy to make a living. Don't break the tables and chairs." The shopkeeper squatted behind the counter and begged urgently.
Those two men were not mediocre, they were very fast in their attacks, but both of their attacks were dodged by the other side. The two men couldn't help but shouted, and attacked three times. When the old man in black approached, they suddenly stopped and turned around. Kick back.
This time, the old man in black didn't dodge. He waited until the two people's legs were close before using both hands and raised his five fingers to attack the soles of their feet.
Although the two men were fast, they were slower than the old man in black. The right foot he kicked out was injured at the same time. He groaned and staggered back.
The fat man was afraid of being implicated, so he held a fire in his mouth and backed up to the counter with his rice bowl and dishes. Nanfeng also got up and followed him.
The fat man put the rice bowl and dishes on the counter and took off the fire from his mouth, "Old Liu, what kind of kung fu did he use?"
Nanfeng shook his head. There was black energy lingering on the fingertips of the old man in black when he made the move. The skill he used was probably not kung fu, but must be top-notch demon arts.
The old man in black succeeded with one blow but did not pursue her. He lowered his hand and said, "Put her down."
The soles of the two people's feet were pierced, their faces were distorted, and they were in great pain. They took a few steps back to stop their retreat. One of them said to the man holding the girl, "Brother, this demon is so powerful. Let's stop him. You take Miss Yuan first." Walk!"
Hearing the sound, the man rushed to the kitchen with the girl in his arms. The old man in black arrived first and stood at the door of the kitchen, blocking the man's way.
The injured two people rushed forward, trying to stop the old man in black and buy time for their companions.
The man holding the girl changed his path and rushed towards the door.
But he also failed to rush out smoothly. The old man in black shook off the two men and stood in the middle of the door. "If you take her back, you will only cause her death. Leave her to me."
The man held the girl in his arms, rarely making a move, and the two injured people lost a lot of blood. Their faces were pale at this time, and they had no strength to fight anymore.
Just when the man was at his wits' end, a young Taoist fell from the rooftop of the inn. The man was wearing a green preacher's robe, carrying a three-foot long sword on his back, and holding a horsetail whisk in his left hand.
The young Taoist stepped on the roof to gain strength and rushed towards the inn. A yellow talisman was attached to the palm of his right hand, "Destroy the evil spirits, the universe is mighty, Yuanhuang Daojun is as urgent as the law..."