Because she was not sleepy, Nanfeng settled the bill, sold another pot of wine, and left the inn to Suzhou while the night was dark.

He used his body technique and drove him out a hundred miles before dawn, took a short rest, and set off again. After a day, he ran for more than three hundred miles. This was his limit. His whole body was sore and his dantian Qihai was completely hollowed out.

Two days later, Nanfeng rushed to Suzhou, bought a gourd from the city, fed it with sesame oil, and went to Foguang Temple to find the fat man.

His clothes were very worn, but there were even more torn than him. Most of the people who went to Foguang Temple to burn incense were poor people, and they didn’t know what they were seeking. In fact, no matter whether they were gods or Bodhisattvas, they would not give them for no reason. Burning incense and wishing was of no use except to get peace of mind and seek hope.

If you go burn incense and make a wish, the Bodhisattva will let you do it. After that, you will use the incense and candle to thank and fulfill your wish. In this way, will the Bodhisattva become a bribe and favoritism and benefit others?

When he arrived at the mountain gate, Nanfeng stopped. According to the rules of the Taoist priests, they could not enter the temple, but he had never given the talisman and did not wear a Taoist robe. It would be fine if he entered. In the words of the fat man, it would be 'It would be okay to go in a few times less.'

Just when Nanfeng was about to climb up the steps, the fat man actually came out, with a bedding under his armpit and was pushed and driven out by several monks.

After not seeing each other for more than a year, the fat man has grown taller again, nearly eight feet, and has become fatter. Several monks struggled to push and shoved. The fat man didn't want to leave and kept asking for good words, but the monks ignored it.

The fat man turned around accidentally and saw Nan Feng standing in the audience, and instantly changed his face, "What temple is that bullying foreign monks like this, a group of villains, the Buddha disdained to be with you."

After saying that, he turned around and ran towards Nanfeng, "Hahaha, I want to be so bad."

"Talent, have you been driven out again?" Nan Feng wanted to laugh but didn't, because he suddenly realized that he was also driven out.

"What nonsense? This Buddha's Temple is not a good place. The Buddha is so tired of living." The fat man reached out and grabbed Nanfeng's collar. He lifted him up with one hand with force, "Why don't you grow up?"

Nan Feng had not answered yet, and the monk at the mountain gate retorted, "Don't talk nonsense, the Buddha's temple is a pure place. How can you keep you if you violate the Bajie of Buddhism?"

There were many pilgrims inside and outside the mountain gate. When they heard the quarrel, the fat man couldn't hold back and shouted loudly, "You are slandering, you dare to talk nonsense again, the Buddha tore your mouth."

"You come and tear it!" The monks were not afraid of the fat man.

"You are all villains because you bully the less. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. You can wait for me." The fat man was timid.

"Can you put it down for me?" Nan Feng tilted his head and looked at the fat man.

The fat man then remembered that he had grabbed Nanfeng in his hand. He heard this and hurriedly put him down, using his reminiscence with him to hide his embarrassment of not daring to step forward and beat others.

"It seems that I'm coming at the right time." Nan Feng smiled.

"Yes, yes, I'm worried that there is nowhere to find you, you're here." The fat man was also very happy.

"Let's go and talk to the place." Nanfeng turned around and went first. There were many people here, so it was not advisable to say too much.

The fat man carried the bed cover on his shoulders and followed Nanfeng. Although the heights of the two of them were different when they were childhood, they were not as obvious as they are now. The fat man was different from ordinary people and was really tall. Nanfeng only reached his shoulders.

On the way back to the city, the fat man kept talking about the unfair treatment he received here. In the end, it was nothing more than his hard work, but Foguang Temple did not care about his fullness.

At this time, some temples had land, and Foguang Temple belonged to this category. These monks usually did not farm themselves and rented them to farmers. Sometimes they would leave some of them. The fat man was sent to farm shortly after he came here and did not catch up to learn scriptures.

Before leaving, Nanfeng left a lot of money for the fat man. When asked why the fat man didn't use money to buy rice and grain, the fat man was evasive, but he was not very scheming and asked the truth by Nanfeng after saying a few words. Foguang Temple was strict in the precepts and strictly prohibited monks from going out to beg for alms. There was still something to eat in the fields during summer and autumn, but it was gone in winter and spring. The fat man couldn't stand the hunger, so he secretly ran out a few times, but was reported by a good person. The fat man dared not buy rice and grain openly, and could not stand the rule of not eating after noon. He was so hungry that he could not help but do something stealing. According to the fat man, he kept money from stealing, but the other party still followed the traces and came to the door. After one or two times, Foguang Temple became annoyed, so the scene just happened.

"What is in the gourd?" The fat man pointed to the gourd that Nan Feng held in his hand.

"Sugar oil." Nan Feng said.

"Give me a few sips." The fat man reached out to ask for it.

"Not it?" Nan Feng frowned and tilted his head.

"What's wrong? There is probably no place poorer than Suzhou in the Eastern Wei Dynasty. Leave me here and go to Yuqing Sect to have delicious food and drinks, so unrighteous." The fat man reached out to grab the gourd.

"Stop making trouble, drinking oil will cause diarrhea." Nanfeng leaned away and took the pot of wine from his bag, "This is for you."

The fat man took it and pulled out the plug, "Wow, where did it come from?"

"I brought it back from another place." Nan Feng said casually.

"You, you go and enjoy your happiness and leave me here to suffer." The fat man drank a sip of wine and smashed his mouth, enjoying it very much.

"You only saw the thief eat meat, but you didn't see the thief be beaten." Nan Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head. Although the fat man lived a hard life here, he was very safe, and he was worried about his life, as if walking on thin ice.

Suzhou is prohibited from drinking, and the fat man is reluctant to drink too much. After taking a sip, he stuffed the wine pot into his arms. Others were tall and big, and the monk's robe was wide, so it was not obvious that he put a wine pot in his arms.

The fat man was hungry, so Nanfeng took him to the city for dinner. He ate buns, the size of a fist. The fat man ate more than a dozen in one breath. Nanfeng was stunned.

Seeing that Nan Feng had a different expression, the fat man stopped chewing and asked, "Isn't there enough money?"

"Enough." Nanfeng nodded.

"Then a few more." The fat man shouted at the shop owner.

"Why didn't you find that you are so edible before?" Nan Feng asked.

"Do you know why I've given you what I've done. Do you drink the soup by yourself? It's so good to drink the soup to make you feel full." The fat man had food in his mouth and spoke in ambiguously. "I never had enough when I was a child."

"By the way, I met my elder brother." Nan Feng said.

"Big Brother? Where is the big brother now?" The fat man stopped chewing.

"In Chang'an, he learned martial arts and now works under the Grand Sima." Nan Feng said. In fact, in addition to Lu Pingchuan, he also knew about Big Eyes, but this matter is of great importance and he is not going to tell the fat man.

Back then in Chang'an, Lu Pingchuan took good care of the fat man. When he learned that Lu Pingchuan had done a good job, the fat man was really happy for him, but then he began to talk about Nanfeng and Lu Pingchuan being good at martial arts, but he didn't know anything.

"This is not a place to talk. Eat quickly. Find a place to stay after eating, and plan for a good life." Nanfeng said.

The two had previously conspired to have the eight golden bodies, so the fat man knew what Nanfeng was going to do with him, so he finished eating the buns in his hand, put the remaining two in his arms, and followed Nanfeng to find a place to settle down.

Nanfeng did not stay in a hotel, but rented a small courtyard from a remote location. This matter was extremely difficult and it would take a long time. It was easier to live alone.

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 those with better family backgrounds have two wing rooms. This small courtyard is three main and two wing rooms.

There was nothing in the house, and it was really a bare house, but there were also a stove and a earthen kang. After a simple cleaning, the two settled down.

"Tell me the situation of Foguang Temple." Nanfeng said.

The fat man was holding the wine pot and smelling the wine. He nodded when he heard this. He was about to speak, but Nanfeng said again, "Did you go to placing an order that day? Is it a good thing to be with others or to use a famous post?"

"I'm giving the money to the monk," said the fat man, after saying that, with a look of regret, "I forgot this, that guy pushed me out of the house, I should shout out and let him be unlucky with me."
Chapter completed!