Chapter 47 Don’t Forget Each Other
Xiao Changcheng borrowed a fire from Zuo Chen and burned his three friends.
Looking at the scorching flames beating in front of him, Xiao Changcheng felt his face was burning and was silent without saying a word.
After the body was burned, Xiao Changcheng smashed the bones with stones on the roadside, grabbed a handful of ashes and wrapped them in a small cloth bag, then approached Bai Fanglan's dead body, spat hard, and then turned to face Zuo Chen.
He knelt down in front of Zuo Chen and kowtowed three times in a row.
"I don’t want to forget Master Dao’s life-saving grace. I have nothing but one life to give to Master Dao. But I still have to continue walking south to find food for my mother and food for the people in the town. It’s really... There is no way to give you this life first. I hope you can tell me where to find you in the future so that I can repay my kindness."
"You still need to go north in your town, right." Zuo Chen asked: "Is it close to Youzhou?"
"Huh? Youzhou?"
Xiao Changcheng didn't know why Zuo Chen suddenly asked this, so he could only answer honestly:< br>
“Our town is in the middle of Xuzhou. It is the same distance from Youzhou and the same distance from Qingzhou. I heard that the rice in Qingzhou is plentiful and good, so I plan to go to Qingzhou.”< br>
"We are going to Youzhou. We happen to have food in the car. Let's go together."
Zuo Chen said. Caiyi happened to be leading the donkey cart next to him. Xiao Changcheng also cast his eyes towards the donkey cart. .
In his eyes, there was only a bamboo basket on the donkey cart and no food at all.
I was a little anxious:
"Master Dao, our town has a large population, and there are hundreds of mouths waiting to be fed. I believe in your ability, but your food..."
Is it enough to feed so many of us?
I kept these words in my stomach and did not dare to say them out.
"Don't worry. The Taoist Master is more capable than you heard, and he is more powerful than what you see. Follow the Taoist Master to ensure that the food supply is constant." Caiyi said with a smile, and Xiao Changcheng was confused. Got in the car.
As the donkey cart started to move, Xiao Changcheng did not dare to take up much space on the board, so he curled up.
Seeing that he was hungry, Zuo Chen opened the bamboo basket and dug out a large bowl of rice.
The rice was still raw when it first arrived in the bowl, but when it was brought to Xiao Changcheng, it was already cooked. It was steaming hot, with soup and water, and it was like a bowl of porridge.
Xiao Changcheng had never seen this method before. Why didn't he know how precious this bowl of porridge was in Xuzhou? At that time, he wanted to kneel down and kowtow again, but Zuo Chen stopped him.
"When you kowtow on the donkey cart, don't knock the boards of my donkey cart apart." Zuo Chen said: "What's more, from now on, we have three meals a day. I will give you rice every time, and you will give me rice every time." Kowtow for the first time, you don’t want your head anymore.”
Xiao Changcheng didn’t know what to say, so he took the rice in a daze, and Caiyi occasionally handed over a pair of chopsticks made of wooden strips.
Holding the porridge in his left hand and a spoon in his right hand, Xiao Chang looked like he hadn't eaten in such a formal way for a long time. His fingers were a little clumsy as he inserted the spoon into the rice and took a bite for himself.
When you put the white rice in your mouth and chew it gently, you will feel that it is extremely sweet, agar-agar jade dew, and immortal Jiayao.
His tears suddenly flowed down.
When he first set out on the road to find rice, he didn’t cry when he finished eating the pancakes because he was already used to being hungry. He didn’t cry when three fellow villagers died just now because so many folks in the town died. many.
But after eating the rice, he couldn't stop crying.
Weeping while eating, crying and eating at the same time, the rice was a little bitter from eating it.
He ate a single bowl of porridge without adding any ingredients, and he ate it with gusto. In less than ten seconds, the full bowl of porridge was completely eaten.
After filling his stomach with the porridge in the bowl, Xiao Changcheng even wanted to stick his tongue out and lick it.
Zuo Chen brought the bowl over and served him another bowl. Xiao Changcheng, who had eaten the porridge, seemed to have lost his mind. He didn't even have time to say thank you, so he held the bowl and gnawed it again.
After being hungry for a long time and suddenly seeing food, people will naturally be dominated by animal desires, and no one is exception.
After eating five bowls, Xiao Changcheng stopped and his reason returned to his mind.
He laughed awkwardly and was about to thank Zuo Chen when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.
I rolled my eyes and fainted.
Seeing Xiao Changcheng lying directly on the board, Caiyi was dumbfounded. She looked at Zuo Chen, not knowing what to do.
Zuo Chen sighed and tapped Xiao Changcheng's head with his finger, and he suddenly woke up.
After coming back to life, Xiao Changcheng touched his body continuously to make sure that he was fine before sitting up. This time when I looked at Zuo Chen, his eyes were really like looking at a god.
Xiao Changcheng didn't know what was wrong with him just now. He just felt like he was going crazy and had no control at all.
“I’ve been hungry for so long that I have demons in my heart.”
Hearing this, Xiao Changcheng lowered his head, like a child who made a mistake.
Zuo Chen had no intention of blaming and preaching to Xiao Changcheng. He knew very well that there was something wrong with being so hungry and having no demons in his heart.
To criticize the suffering people harshly is to stand up and talk without pain in the back. Finding the root cause of the problem and then solving it is the most important thing.
Even if there is no merit to be gained this time, Zuo Chen plans to mind his own business.
It has nothing to do with not being kind-hearted, Zuo Chen is simply unhappy when he sees someone bringing such disaster to the world.
If the Tao mind is not smooth, it may affect your cultivation, which is not acceptable.
“Have you ever heard of Don’t Forget Each Other?” Zuo Chen asked Xiao Changcheng.
Xiao Changcheng shook his head: "I have lived in the town for so many years. I have heard of Baicaotang for medical treatment and Zuixianlou for cooking. I have never heard of this."
Zuo Chen took out the relic again. The son called out the monk:
“Monk, do you know not to forget each other?”
Xiao Changcheng saw the monk emerging from the relic and his eyes widened,
“I’ve really heard of it.” The monk scratched the back of his head: “At that time, the traveling businessman from my village said that he came from Wu Xiang.”
"The one who advised you to erect a Buddha statue?"
The monk nodded, but hesitated:
"But I don't think he looks like a bad person. He was just selling some small things in my village at that time. "Leave."
The monk would definitely not lie about this, Zuo Chen simply asked:
"Monk, where is your home? We will go to your hometown along the way."< br>
"It's a convenient way, but there are no living people in my village. It is a dead country, does the Taoist still want to go and see it?"
"Go and have a look, it won't take long."
Zuo Chen looked at Xiao Changcheng, who nodded repeatedly: "Everything is according to the Taoist priest."
The donkey cart slightly adjusted its direction and wandered along the deserted road.
Xiao Changcheng looked into the distance, held the ashes bag in his arms, and murmured to himself:
"I'll take you home."
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In the big city of Xuzhou, there was a lot of people and the roads were busy.
There are people drinking and eating meat, storytellers, and troupes singing operas. Once the big city gate is closed, the outside is desolate and bones are everywhere, but inside there is a feast of entertainment.
This is where Prince Kang's Mansion is. Prince Kang was kind-hearted and disliked poor people, so he gathered all the interesting and capable people, his family's disciples, and his own concubines into this city.
With wine, meat and money, Xuzhou is like a paradise.
At this moment, in a large house in the city, there is a man dressed as a scholar in the middle of the main hall, writing with a brush. Next to him are four maids standing respectfully, one is grinding ink, one is passing the pen, and one is holding a basin to help. Someone was wiping sweat, and someone was pinching shoulders and rubbing waist.
The scholar seemed obsessed with the calligraphy and painting in front of him, and the four maids around him didn't even look at it.
Suddenly, the pen in his hand paused, and a drop of ink hit the white paper, exploding with a snap, like a black flower.
The four maids were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy.
The scholar ignored them. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said curiously:
"Someone killed one of my concubines? Who is so capable?"
(End of this chapter)
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