Walking for three days, it has been nearly 100 miles away from Fuyun Temple.

Yao Xiucai was in a slightly better mood and was much more polite to Feng'er. But still shrouded in the shadow of that terrible night, the words were no longer like the water of the Yellow River.

I vaguely saw the village in front of me, and finally found a place where I could stop.

Approaching the entrance of the village, I suddenly saw a young man dressed as a little Taoist priest, thirteen or fourteen years old, holding a reed chicken and running outside the village. Behind him, a strong man was in hot pursuit.

The strong man shouted while chasing: "Little miscellaneous hair, you stop for me, see if I catch you and don't chop off your hands." ”

The little Taoist priest didn't pay attention to it, and ran away desperately with the chicken in his arms.

The strong man's legs were long, and the distance was getting closer and closer, and finally after thirty or fifty steps, he grabbed the collar of the little Taoist.

"Little miscellaneous hair, I'll run again!"

The strong man said, pressed the little Taoist priest to the ground, and reached out to grab the chicken in his arms.

The little Taoist priest held the chicken tightly with both hands, and did not let go.

The strong man punched and kicked the little Taoist, and the little Taoist wailed.

Feng'er suddenly felt very familiar with this scene, and he suddenly remembered that when he was in Yancheng, he was also as old as a little Taoist priest, and in order to recapture Ah Ying's little cloth man, he was also beaten like this by four or five children, and he also hugged his hands tightly.

Sympathy for each other, an inexplicable impulse hit the heart of the wind.

He quickly rushed over and pushed the strong man away with his hand.

The strong man was fighting vigorously, and suddenly he was pushed by someone, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed. When I looked up, it was a small flower, followed by several people.

The strong man rolled up his sleeves and shouted:

"Oh! The little Taoist priest still has accomplices! You think there are many of you, so I'm afraid of you? You go to my village and ask to see if there are any people who dare to mess with me Niu Er? As long as I blink my eyelids and give a look, I don't need to do anything, I guarantee that you can't tell the difference between east and west, north and south!"

Feng'er hugged her fists and saluted, saying:

"Big brother, you misunderstood. We were also passing through this place and didn't know this trail. It's just that I don't know what the reason is, let the eldest brother you be so angry, your fists and feet are insignificant, don't hurt Xiaodao's life by mistake. ”

When the strong man heard that Feng'er was not with the little Taoist, he said:

"Oh, you're not in the same group, then you tell Hanako to just go your way, it's none of your business. I won't tell you, there are people above us, my second cousin is on an errand in the county government, it's okay to kill him!"

When Feng'er heard that she had met a bully again, she was not angry now, so she said with a smile:

As the saying goes: Killing people is not too much, and you have to be forgiving and forgiving. Tell me what happened, and I'll do justice to your lord. ”

The strong man looked the wind up and down, and said disdainfully:

"Xiaohuazi, you didn't eat it, did you? Why do you uphold justice? Xiaozamao stole my chicken, and you paid me money?"

"I'll give!"

Without waiting for Feng'er to answer, Yao Xiucai walked over, took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve, and handed it to the strong man.

"Is this enough money to buy a pig?" asked Yao Xiucai.

The strong man immediately smiled, nodded and said:

"Enough, enough! I still understand the reason, and I will tell my second cousin when I go back, and let you go to the county government to be a clerk. ”

Yao Xiucai said: "Since it's enough, it's good! Brother, let's go back, we still have something to ask this little Taoist." ”

The strong man smiled all over his face and said:

"Okay, I won't bother you!"

Then he pointed to the little Taoist priest and said:

"Today you are lucky, you have met a nobleman, one day you dare to steal chickens, see if I don't beat you to death! I'd rather let the weasel pull you away than cheapen you!"

The little Taoist priest just lay on the ground and cried, ignoring him, and the strong man walked away.

Feng'er looked at Yao Xun and said, "I haven't asked the reason yet, why did you give him silver taels?"

Yao Xiucai smiled and said, "What reason can a rough person like this have to explain to him? Since he can walk from the bridge, no one wants to wade across the river." Unless this little way is not proud, he will not innocently steal other people's chickens, let's ask him, don't you know everything?"

Feng'er thought that what he said was reasonable, so he bent down and pulled the little Taoist priest up. The little Taoist priest was still crying, holding the Luhua chicken tightly with both hands.

Feng'er helped him tidy up his robe, touched his head and said with a smile:

"Xiao Daotong, the person who beat you is gone, a few of us are helping you, if you have any grievances, just say it, we will be angry for you. ”

The little Taoist priest lowered his head and cried, as if he hadn't heard what Feng'er said.

It can't be a mute, right? Feng'er changed her tone and said:

"You don't say yes, do you? If you don't say it, you will take the chicken away from us, which Brother Xiucai paid for it. You can take the chicken and see what you can do. ”

Xiao Daotong stopped crying, wiped his eyes and snot with his sleeve, hugged the chicken tightly, and whispered:

"My name is Xin Qing'er, there are many brothers in the family, my father can't afford to raise it, my father said that my master will call for wind and rain, scatter beans into soldiers, let me follow the master since I was a child, and help the master take a lamp and candle to make a flag. The day before yesterday, my master went to the Lotus Nunnery and was beaten by a foreign monk, bleeding from his mouth and nose, breaking his waist and breaking his bones. I don't have the money to invite Langzhong to Master, so I want to steal a chicken and stew it for Master to replenish my body, if Master is gone, where will I go?"

The little Taoist priest cried again after speaking.

Feng'er listened to the little Taoist priest and couldn't help but become curious, and asked:

"Why did your master get into a fight with the monks? Do they know each other? Is there any enmity?"

The little Taoist priest wiped his face with his sleeve again and said:

"They don't know each other, and they don't have enmity, so why did they fight, Master didn't say. ”

Feng'er thought thoughtfully for a moment and said:

"A wandering monk has no grudges or enmity with your master, why would he fight? By the way, aren't there nuns in the nunnery? Is it because he is jealous of fighting for nuns?"

Xiao Daotong didn't say good things when he heard Feng'er, and blushed and said:

"You can't say that about my master! My master is a warm-hearted person, and he will help anyone in need, so he will not do such a shameful thing. ”

Feng'er knew that she was speechless, and hurriedly said:

"Little Daotong, don't be angry, I mean that your master may have been injured by the wandering monk in order to protect the nun. ”

Xiao Daotong said proudly: "My master is a great Taoist who has saved many people. ”

Feng'er asked again: "Didn't your master tell you what to do in the future?"

"Yes. ”

Tears rolled in the little Taoist priest's eyes, and he said:

"My master said that if he died, let me grow up and burn down the Fuyun Temple to avenge him. ”

Feng'er was taken aback and hurriedly asked:

"What did you say, where did you burn?"

Xiao Daotong was taken aback by Feng'er's expression, and muttered:

"Fuyun Temple. ”