Back in the temple, Feng'er truthfully told the old beggar what he had encountered on the street, and the old beggar was full of emotion.

"Dad, Granny Wang and Ziwei persuade us to leave Yancheng and go to Fengcheng to avoid the limelight for the time being. Feng'er said.

The old beggar was silent for a moment, and then said: "Is it a blessing or a curse, but a disaster cannot be avoided, although the world is big, where is our place to live?

"Master Chen said that he would come to us after rescuing the big student, and let's talk about it when Master Chen comes. Feng'er said.

"It's good, alas, life and death are fate, and wealth is in the sky." The old beggar always looks like he sees through the red dust and has no choice but to stand up.

In the evening, Ziwei sent a bag of clothes, as well as ten taels of silver, "Feng'er, have you told Uncle Lin about going to Fengcheng?" Ziwei asked.

"Having said that, my father is reluctant to leave here, and he will make plans when Master Chen comes. Feng'er said.

"These people are vicious, and they have to be guarded against. Ziwei said worriedly.

"Ziwei, go back and help me thank your parents, in the past few years, they have always cared for us, I am grateful to Dade for the old Huazi, I can't repay it, in the next life, when the grass is weeping, when the cow is a horse, it is not enough to pay back!" The old beggar came over and expressed his deep gratitude to Ziwei.

Uncle Lin is serious, a small charity is not enough to worry about, but this place is probably not a place to stay for a long time, Uncle Lin should consider the pros and cons. Ziwei said.

"Lang Lang Qiankun, the emperor is thick and the earth is thick, there should be no big problem. The old beggar said.

"Uncle Lin, the villain's heart is like a tiger and wolf, and he has to guard against it!" Ziwei said.

"Alas, there is no great trouble for man except death, so let him go. ”

“............”

Ziwei was speechless.

"Ziwei, when Master Chen comes, we will discuss it again, the wind is blowing, you can go back quickly." Feng'er urged.

"Ziwei, we will leave the clothes, and you can take the silver back. Call the flowers, beg for food all over the world, you don't need anything outside your body, and you can't break the rules of the beggars. The old beggar said.

"This is a coil that my father and mother have given you in case you need it. Ziwei said sincerely.

"Hahaha," the old beggar laughed.

"Let Huazi travel all over the world by opening her mouth, and take money to buy things or be a beggar? I have received your wishes, take the silver two back, Feng'er, you send Ziwei." The old beggar said.

"Hey!" replied Feng'er.

Ziwei knew the old beggar's stubbornness, and it was useless to persuade him now, so he had to pick up the silver taels and say goodbye.

In the moonless evening, it soon got dark, and the fierce north wind howled and competed with Late Autumn for the stage.

Ah Niu picked up a few bundles of firewood and grass from outside the temple and spread them thickly on the ground, which looked much warmer.

Lying in the grass nest, Ah Niu felt extremely comfortable, and he began to pester the old beggar.

"Uncle Lin, you can recite a few poems for us."

"Good. "It's rare that the old beggar also has Yaxing.

"How about reciting Tao Yuanming's "Begging Food" to you?" the old beggar asked.

"Dad, you can sing us a lotus fall. Feng'er said.

"It's okay, I'll sing you a piece of "The Biography of Li Wa". ”

The old beggar cleared his throat.

"Liu Jiu'er Zongzhi, the subordinate of Beitian Academy, a down-and-out scholar worshipping as a teacher, passed on to me this lotus stick to add style, walked through the fireworks market with a bamboo cane, wrote the dragon and snake characters with a pen, and sang a partridge word with a mallet, three steps and a seven-step poem, which is like a wandering child, is a beggar gang talent...... When I was rich, I also galloped on the long streets, wearing brocade robes, four books and five classics to read the dynasty. ...... Who knew that the Queqiao Bridge had not crossed the broken bridge, and the gold mountain was empty and the silver mountain was used up...... Alas, I have no choice but to sing a bamboo stick and a scoop, and I am desperate to sing the lotus tune......"

"Okay, Uncle Lin sings so well," Ah Niu danced.

"Alas" the old beggar was still unsatisfied, and said a few more words.

"I am not good at porridge day and night, and I have to sing slang lotus on the street. Who can be worthy of two years in his life, not complaining about his grandmother or complaining about God. ”

Feng'er seemed to remember something and said, "I can sing the lotus flower that my father taught me." ”

"Sing and listen. Niu said.

"Hit the bamboo board, lala, I left home with a little flower to eat, I was born in a poor place, and my fate is not up to anyone. As the saying goes: no one asks about the poor in the downtown area, but the rich have distant relatives in the mountains. The winner is the king and the loser is Kou, and only the clothes are not important. If you don't believe it, but look at the wine in the banquet, and pay tribute to the rich and noble first. Tie a high-headed horse in front of the door, not a close relative, but also a relative. Put a begging stick in front of the door, oh my mother, it's relatives or friends who don't come to the door. I came to the street to turn around, thank you for your kindness, give a sip of leftover tea and leftovers, and don't forget your kindness until you die......"

"The wind is so strong!" Ah Niu boasted.

"The world is difficult, and insight is a knowledge," said the old beggar.

"Uncle Lin, Feng'er, you said that nothing would happen to Du Ling when he went home, right?" Ah Niu suddenly remembered Du Ling and asked.

"Her father promised us, probably not. "Feng'er can't say for sure.

"The world is unpredictable!" the old beggar was also unconcerned.

"Did Master Chen rescue Dasheng, why hasn't he come to us yet?" asked Ah Niu again.

"It's hard to say, a dog official like Yuan Xianling is too greedy. Feng'er said.

"Officials like Yuan Xian Ling are fierce and misbehaving, and no one in the imperial court cares about them?"

"Alas, the jackal is in charge, and Ann asks the fox. It's so windy outside, go to bed early. The old beggar said.

"Sleep" echoed the wind.

Soon the snoring was rampant.

In her dazed sleep, Feng'er felt a blazing heat approaching her body, accompanied by a pungent smell of smoke.

Oh no, there's a fire.