The fat man naturally knew what Nanfeng was looking for Yuan Anning to do, and asked casually, "The places where the turtle shells were placed were so dangerous. Will she take risks with us?"

"She will go." Nanfeng nodded. Although Yuan Anning was taciturn, he had good moral character and knew how to repay kindness. On the first day of the New Year, the two fled Chang'an. When they met Hu Yinzi outside the city, they exposed their whereabouts. Long Yunzi sent people to guard Helin Town. The two Yuqing Taoists who were guarding Helin Town were removed by Yuan Anning and Zhuge Chanjuan.

"Then it works, you go." The fat man yawned.

Nanfeng turned around and wanted to go, but after thinking about it, he stopped again, "Why don't you go with me."

"What am I going to do?" The fat man didn't want to move.

"Go and be a companion." Nan Feng said. It has been almost half a year since the separation of Orc Valley. Zhuge Chanjuan's worms given to him may starve to death if they don't feed them. Zhuge Chanjuan naturally knows this. If nothing unexpected happens, he will come to find him in the past few days. Zhuge Chanjuan is too jealous and knows that Yuan Anning has helped the two men get rid of the threat in Helin Town. If he happens to be hit by Zhuge Chanjuan, he will jump into the Yellow River and can't wash it. He has to pull the fat man and be a witness.

The fat man was so tired that he was unwilling to move. Nanfeng tried to persuade him and reluctantly agreed, leaving Lao Bai and the eighth master behind, and the two entered the city overnight.

Yuan Anning lived in Xicheng. They lived to the north of the dilapidated temple before. When they went to find Yuan Anning, they would pass by the dilapidated temple.

Seeing that the ruined temple was not far away, the two of them returned to the ruined temple.

It was late autumn when I left the ruined temple at the age of twelve, and it was late autumn when I returned at the age of twelve. It has been five years since I was uninhabited and repaired, and the dilapidated temple became even more dilapidated and the yard was covered with weeds.

The two of them pulled the grass into the house, and immediately noticed something strange after entering the house.

"There are footprints on the ground, and someone came not long ago." The fat man pointed to the ground.

"It's a woman." Nan Feng took a deep breath. The person who came might have left soon, and the fragrance of rouge and water powder remained in the room.

"Who?" the fat man asked in confusion.

Nanfeng shook his head. Based on the footprints in the room, it is not difficult to find that the visitor had walked around the ruined temple.

"Can it be big eyes?" the fat man guessed.

"I don't know." Nan Feng shook his head. Although rouge and water powder have fragrance, the fragrance and fragrance are different. The cheap vulgar powder is fragrant, but it is very pungent. The expensive water powder is refreshing and mellow, and the fragrance in the ruined temple is the latter.

"Can it be the eldest sister?" the fat man guessed again.

Nanfeng did not answer the conversation, but followed the footprints and walked slowly from the ruined temple. After entering the door, the visitor walked to the right. In the southeast corner of the ruined temple, there was a broken pottery jar. It was the utensils that everyone had cooked before. There were fingerprints on the edge of the pottery jar. This shows that the visitor had picked up the pottery jar.

By this time, Nanfeng was able to confirm that one of Da Yan and Chu Huairou was coming. Among the seven, they were the only two of them were women, and only they could use rouge and water powder.

The footprints then went to the damaged statue, and went to the southwest corner through the northwest corner. The footprints had traces of walking back and forth in the southwest corner, and there were also finger marks left by caressing on the damaged window edges of the south window.

"It's the eldest sister." Nan Feng said.

"Huh?" The fat man responded. He naturally believed in Nanfeng's judgment. What he wanted to know was the reason why Nanfeng made this judgment.

"My elder sister slept in this position back then." Nan Feng pointed to the northeast corner, "the big eyes slept in the northeast corner, and the person who came did not go to that corner."

"So, my elder sister is in Chang'an now?" The fat man answered. Although the seven people lived together in the same room, their sleeping positions were separate and fixed. He slept in the southeast, his big eyes slept in the northeast, and his south wind and Changle leaned against the statue of the gods. The northwest were Lu Pingchuan and Mo Li, while Chu Huairou slept in the southwest corner.

"It should be." Nan Feng nodded. The two of them robbed the Heavenly Prison in the daytime, causing a lot of controversy. Chu Huairou may have learned the news, so he returned to the ruined temple to find them. Unfortunately, they came a little late. If they had come early, they might have met.

"I don't know how my elder sister is now?" The fat man felt sad when he touched the scene.

"It should be a good time, and I don't use cheap gouache." Nanfeng said.

The fat man nodded and walked to the southeast corner to sit against the wall, "I miss them very much."

"So too." Nanfeng sat down against the land, which seemed to be seriously damaged, and only half of the mud tire was left.

"It would be great if we could be together all the time." said the fat man.

"It's impossible. I'll be separated sooner or later when I grow up." Nan Feng sighed and said, "You asked me just now what dreams I have. Actually, I really don't have any big dreams. In addition to helping Master to correct my name, my biggest wish is that one day, seven of us will be able to come back here, have a drink from here, and stay for one night."

The fat man touched the broken jar, "There will be a day."

After that, neither of them spoke. People should look forward when they are alive, fight actively, and fight bravely, but in addition to fighting, they should also find time to calm down, recall where they set out from back then, and think about where they want to go.

After a long time, the fat man spoke first, "Let's go and do the important business."

Nanfeng shook his head, "It's too late, I won't go anymore. Let's wait tomorrow and stay here tonight."

The fat man naturally agreed, nodded and leaned on the back wall, "My arm hurts, go get some firewood and make a fire."

Nanfeng said, "I don't want to bring Yuan Anning with me either, but we can't break those mechanisms."

Nan Feng said abruptly. The fat man was very confused when he heard this. He was about to answer the conversation when footsteps came from outside, "Why do you live here?"

When the fat man heard it was Zhuge Chanjuan's voice, he realized that Nan Feng heard the sound and knew that Zhuge Chanjuan was coming. The previous sentence was deliberately said to Zhuge Chanjuan.

The fat man made a contemptuous gesture towards Nanfeng, and turned his head to pretend to be asleep. Last time he had learned about Zhuge Chanjuan's methods from Fengmingshan. Zhuge Chanjuan thought he was in trouble and used sweating drugs to make him faint. He had to be strong in life, so he should pretend to be asleep and don't wait for others to take medicine.

"Why are you here?" Nan Feng stood up to greet him.

"I can't come when I say this?" Zhuge Chanjuan stepped into the door, wearing a hundred-door flower robe, holding a small bag in her hand.

"Of course, we were talking about you just now." Nan Feng said.

"What you just said wasn't me." Zhuge Chanjuan pulled out a bamboo tube from her cloth pocket, took out another porcelain bottle, and dripped a few drops of thick liquid into the bamboo tube.

"What is this?" Nan Feng asked.

"The honey juice for feeding insects." Zhuge Chanjuan put away the bamboo tube and stretched out her hand towards Nanfeng.

Nanfeng took out the bamboo tube containing the borer, Zhuge Chanjuan took it, dripped a few drops into it, plugged it into the block, and gave it to Nanfeng.

Even though the fat man pretended to be asleep, Zhuge Chanjuan did not let him go. She sprinkled a bunch of medicine powder with her backhand, and turned to Nanfeng and asked, "Don't you think I've never?"

Nanfeng had not answered the conversation yet, and the fat man sneezed loudly in the corner.

Zhuge Chanjuan frowned when she heard the sound, and then she turned her back.

The fat man was still not fainting, but he was choked and coughed, and he had no choice but to get up, "Sister, stop being poisoned, can't I make room for you?"

Seeing that the sweating medicine had not worked, Zhuge Chanjuan was puzzled and looked at the fat man who was patting his butt in confusion.

"What are you doing?" Nan Feng asked.

"Make a place for you." The fat man left in anger.

Seeing Nan Feng showing displeasure, Zhuge Chanjuan felt a little embarrassed, "Why can't he be fascinated?"

"His eight golden bodies are almost at the fifth level." Nan Feng said. The eight golden bodies are Buddhist magical powers. They temper their skin, flesh, muscles, and bones. What is strong is physical and spiritual spirit. If you have achieved success in cultivation, you can not only be invulnerable to swords and guns, but also be invincible to all poisons.

Zhuge Chanjuan thought the fat man was in trouble. The fat man left just in line with her wish. She put down her burden and reached out to hug her, "Hey, little man, don't you miss me?"

"I thought about it, I have heard about your master's affairs, and I will be mourning and following changes." Nan Feng said.

Zhuge Chanjuan was originally full of joy, but when Nanfeng heard Wang Zhong talk about Wang Zhong, she felt sad and let go and sighed.

"You can't be resurrected when you die, don't be too sad." Nanfeng comforted her, "By the way, is that a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?"

"The natural disaster, the gunpowder used in the Momen mine is Yang Nitrogen. Yang Nitrogen is cold-resistant but cannot withstand the heat. In those days, the heat in the south was hard to catch, and saltpeter exploded." Zhuge Chanjuan picked up the bag and put it on the divine case.

"Your master can be spiritual and have friendship with the underworld. Even if you go to the underworld, you won't be too sad." Nan Feng comforted.

Zhuge Chanjuan shook her head, "It was noon when the incident happened. The yang energy was already heavy, and she was hit by the yang and salt, and she died in vain. I am afraid that the soul will not be complete."

"Have you handled the funeral afterwards?" Nan Feng asked.

Zhuge Chanjuan nodded, "I have been pursuing filial piety from Tianling for this period of time. Not long ago, I came out to find you."

"You came just right, my meridians were unobstructed two months ago..."

"Why has it been delayed for so long?" Zhuge Chanjuan interrupted Nan Feng's words.

"There was an accident on the road." Nanfeng briefly informed the two of them to encounter monks and Taoists from Liangguo Road, and were recognized by Taoists Taiqing. They were injured and dying and lost a lot of blood.

"What's the name of the Taoist who hurt you?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked coldly.

"You don't have to worry about it, I will handle this matter." Nan Feng said. Tian Shanzi was a tough guy, so Zhuge Chanjuan couldn't know about it, so as not to take risks.

Zhuge Chanjuan glanced at Nanfeng, turned to sit down in front of the Shen Case, and came with the wormwood before, but may not have stopped, and her legs were a little sore and numb. She beat her legs and asked, "What is your cultivation level now?"

Nan Feng sat next to Zhuge Chanjuan, "I have surpassed the big hole, but I just dared not trigger the thunder tribulation."

Zhuge Chanjuan was surprised when she heard this, "So fast?" She thought about it and suddenly realized, "Uncle Wang and you should be the Seven-Turn Spirit Pill."

Nanfeng nodded, "Are you hungry? There is a food stall in Chang'an tonight. Let's go out to find some food."

"No, I'll bring dry food." Zhuge Chanjuan shook her head, then took out two porcelain bottles from her pocket, "The dragon-toothed silkworm was used up by the master. These are tiger-skined cicadas and turtle-backed cattle."

"Which one is a tiger-skinned cicada?" Nan Feng reached out to take it.

"The white bottle, the black bottle is a turtle-backed ox. It has been ground into powder and can be swallowed directly." Zhuge Chanjuan said.

"Have your master's son settled down?" Nan Feng asked. These things were originally from Wang Zhong. Once Wang Zhong died, he and the fat man picked up a bargain. It would be a lie to say that they were not happy, but they felt a little embarrassed.

Zhuge Chanjuan nodded and took dry food from her bag to chew, "I have nowhere to go, I will follow you from now on."

"Okay. You have a rest first, I'll go out and call the fat man back." Nanfeng stood up.

After leaving the ruined temple, the south wind went west. There was a big tree to the west of the ruined temple. When a fat man was angry, he liked to go there.

When I got there, I found that the fat man was not there. I summoned everywhere, but I couldn't answer.

"Where are people?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked.

"Not nearby." Nanfeng said.

Seeing Nan Feng's expression was solemn, Zhuge Chanjuan was a little nervous, "Just, why are you still angry?"

Nanfeng shook his head, "No, he is happy. He won't be angry if you poison him a few times."

"Then where did he go?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked.
Chapter completed!