"What are you going to the cemetery at night?" Nanfeng was very surprised.

"If you are afraid, go back and I will go there myself." said the blind man.

When Nanfeng heard this, he became anxious, "Who said I was afraid? If I had known that you were going to the cemetery, we should have left early. The cemetery was outside the city. Now the city gate is closed and we can't get out."

The blind man raised his hand, "Just be afraid, go."

"We can't get out even when we reach the city gate." Nan Feng said.

The blind man raised his hand again and signaled him to leave quickly.

Seeing that the blind man insisted, Nanfeng could only lead the way with a wooden stick in front of him. He stayed in the inn for one day during the day, just pretending to be out and slipping his legs.

Nanfeng took the blind man on the 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 was mentioned. After seeing the old man in the temple died, he was sent there. He used a filial son to attend the funeral with a stick. It was a large mass grave. The poor people buried all the poor. The rich people had coffins when they were buried. The poor people buried there had no coffins, and they were buried with mats and quilts as soon as they were dug.

Some corpses are buried very shallowly, and their intestines will be pulled out by wild dogs, and their intestines are dragged everywhere. The wild dogs who eat dead human flesh have red eyes. The mice that eat human flesh are bigger than cats. There are groups of weasels there, and they are not afraid of people. They squat on the grave and watch the funeral procession from afar.

Even if the place is broad daylight, no one dares to go there alone, let alone at night, but he is really not afraid, because he knows that the city gate is closed and the blind man will definitely not be able to get out. It won't take long for the two of them to turn around and come back.

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 at the gate. Seeing the two coming, they shouted at them from afar, asking them to leave the city again tomorrow.

"Look, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Nan Feng pulled the blind man and turned around.

"Look for a place where no one is behind the city wall." said the blind man.

"What do you want to do?" Nan Feng asked elsewhere.

"Just look for it." said the blind man.

Nanfeng didn't ask again, and pulled the blind man northward. He vaguely guessed that the blind man might have to use some kind of magic to leave the city. It is rumored that some Taoist priests could use a spell called the wall-passing technique, which could pass through the wall. Maybe the blind man would also have this kind of magic.

After walking a few hundred steps north, the south wind stopped, "No one here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he was being lifted up, his feet were off the ground, and wind was coming in his ears. When he found himself in the air, he had already crossed the city walls and moat and began to land.

After landing, Nanfeng felt his legs weak and he could hardly stand. The feeling of flying in the clouds and fog was not good. He was in the air and was indifferent.

"Let's go." The blind man stretched out his wooden stick.

"You really go?" Nan Feng didn't dare to take a step. His legs were trembling now, and he had to fall as soon as he took a step.

"Can you still have to go there?" said the blind man.

"Okay, okay, I'll take a breath first." Nanfeng grabbed the wooden stick and turned to look back at the city wall behind him. The city wall in Chang'an was more than two meters high, and there was a very wide moat on the outside. The blind man had taken him to move in the sky at least twenty meters.

The breathing was fake, and the decisive spirit was real. After a moment, Nanfeng felt that his legs were not shaking so much, and he began to pull the blind man onto the road outside the city.

"Master, that place is quite far away, and it took more than an hour to walk through it." Nanfeng said.

"Yes." The blind man replied.

Nanfeng didn't want to talk too much, but he was young and couldn't help but feel curious, "Master, why are we going to the cemetery in the middle of the night?"

"Look for someone." The blind man replied casually.

Nanfeng suddenly felt cold when he heard this, "How could there be someone in that place?"

"There are no living people, but there are still dead people." The blind man said in a deep voice.

When Nanfeng heard this, he immediately didn't want to go forward. He has been living in the city and rarely left the city. This is the first time he left the city at night. It is dark and there are some unknown autumn insects screaming. It is almost the beginning of winter. Qiuzhu may know that he will not live for long, and the screams are like screams no matter how hard he hears.

Since I said before that I was not afraid, I had to leave even if I was afraid. The more I thought about it, the more I became, the more I became more and more scared. He had only known this old blind man for two days. The first day the blind man came to the night, and the next day the next day I met the blind man. Today, the blind man did not go out for a day. The blind man knew that the nun was a snake spirit, so maybe this blind man was not a human being.

I became even more scared when I had this idea in my heart. I often heard the old man that some monsters could turn into people and kids into the mountains and eat them. There were also the female ghosts who had the heart to them. He had heard a lot of rumors that monsters were sleeping. There were no people around this night. If something happened, it would be a big deal and would not respond to the shouting.

He was about to leave the flat area and enter the mountainous area. Nanfeng secretly looked back at the blind man. His eyes were seriously deformed and he didn't feel anything during the day, but at this time it seemed that the more he looked, the more strange he became.

"Master, I'm a little tired." Nanfeng stopped.

"I said I wouldn't let you come, I have to come." The blind man pulled back his wooden stick and knocked forward, "Wait for me here, don't run around."

The blind man walked more than ten steps, and Nanfeng followed from behind, grabbed the wooden stick and continued to lead the way.

"Why are you following me again?" asked the blind man.

"It's so dark, I'm afraid you'll fall into the ditch." Nan Feng smiled. He grew up in the market. Although he was limited by his age, he had no great wisdom and had some scruples. He was just testing the blind man. If the blind man was really a ghost monster, he would urge him to rush to the road without leaving him to wait.

After walking for a while, a fire appeared faintly beside the road ahead.

"Master, someone is making a fire in front of you." Nan Feng said.

"Yes." The blind man replied.

As the distance shortened, Nanfeng discovered a new situation. "Master, there seemed to be a group of people sitting next to the fire."

"It's a group of monks." said the blind man.

"How do you know?" Nan Feng asked in confusion. At this time, he was more than a hundred steps away from the bonfire. He could only see a group of people sitting by the bonfire. He couldn't see who it was.

"Because they are chanting scriptures," said the blind man.

Nanfeng didn't say anything anymore and pulled the blind man forward. At fifty steps, he found that the blind man was right. The group of people was indeed monks. To be precise, some of them were monks, and some were wearing vulgar clothes and did not shaved their heads.

Nanfeng's gaze swept across everyone and finally stopped on the little fat man who was cooking by the bonfire. Since the man turned his back to him, he was not sure if he had read the wrong person, so he shouted, "Fatty."

The cooker turned around when he heard the sound, yes, he was the fat man who was separated from him the night before.

"Nan Feng?" The fat man was not sure that he was the one who spoke because he and the blind man were in the dark.

Nanfeng let go of the wooden stick and ran over quickly. The fat man also put down the wooden spoon and greeted him. The two met halfway through and were overjoyed.

"Why are you with the group of monks?" Nan Feng pointed at the group of monks not far away.

"I'll be a monk." The fat man smiled.

"Ah?" Nan Feng was stunned.

"What?" The fat man lowered his voice, "I tell you that there is a kung fu called Prajna magic skill in Longkong Temple. It is very powerful. If I learn it, I will be invincible in the world."

"As a monk, you can't get married." Nan Feng reminded him seriously.

"Shh~" The fat man raised his fingers in front of his lips, looked back at the monks, and turned around, "I went to learn Kung Fu. I'll run away after learning Kung Fu. Otherwise, you can come too, let's be a companion."

"I won't shaved my head." Nanfeng shook his head repeatedly, "I don't think they are likely to pass on your skills. I just want to collect laborers who don't have any wages."

The fat man was about to answer the conversation, but when he turned around, he found that the blind man had come from the east, so he pointed at the blind man and said to Nanfeng, "Why are you with him?"

"I'll take him as my teacher." Nan Feng said.

"What will he do if he is your teacher?" The fat man looked up and down at the blind man not far away.

"You can tell fortunes." Nan Feng was perfunctory.

The fat man looked disdainful, "Can you be true or false? Let him calculate it for me first."

"I have calculated it for you last night." Nan Feng said.

"How is that?" the fat man asked curiously.

"You will be lucky for seven of us." Nan Feng smiled.

The fat man did not doubt that he was, "You can't say that this guy is a little good at it, but fortune telling is not a good job. You should go with me and let's learn kung fu."

"Zhengde, the food is messy." Someone spoke in the distance.

"I can't tell you anymore. I have to go busy. Don't you really go with me?" asked the fat man.

"He is calling you?" Nanfeng asked.

"Yes, yes, I converted and have a Dharma name. No, it's the Dharma name, Zhengde, what's the name?" asked the fat man.

"It's not very worthy of you." Nan Feng took out his purse from his arms and picked out the silver inside, "Save it for you."

The fat man grabbed the silver and moved west, "Is there any news about the elder brother and sister?"

"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 come over, and 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 criticized him for his impure six senses and constant relationships. To put it bluntly, he was blaming him for not being as warm as his former friends.

Because he was being criticized, the fat man did not dare to talk to Nanfeng again.

When he was about to walk away, Nanfeng turned around and shouted, "San brother, if you don't have a good time, go home. You will always have no worries about food and accommodation."

This is actually for those monks to hear, so that the monks must know that there are people in the fat man's family, so as not to think that the fat man was a free meal and would be furious to him.

The fat man didn't dare to respond seriously, and tilted his head and said, "Amitabha."
Chapter completed!