At dusk that day, the remnant sun was like blood, Mo Zhongqing and Dong Zhaoyi came to a mountain temple. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is said that it is a mountain temple, but in fact, this is just a higher slope, he was hungry for two days in a row, he originally wanted to find some mountain dense forests to hunt some game, but everywhere he went was either corpses or dead grass, where is there still a little life?

As for the crow that was pecking at the dead man's eyeballs with relish, Mo Zhongqing couldn't eat it anyway.

So he is very hungry now, not only hungry but also very tired, and a green cotton robe that has not been changed for a long time is ridiculously dirty.

He found a big tree and slowly sat down, and after sitting down, he didn't want to get up again, and opened his eyes to look at the group of homeless people who were also in rags not far away, and suddenly found that they had something in their hands that could make him look at it—steamed buns.

That's right, it looks like a good steamed bun!

Mo Zhongqing added chapped lips, and the burning hunger in his stomach made him move frequently. There were only a dozen men in that group of displaced people, but the number of old people, children, and women combined was multiple of men.

More than a dozen middle-aged men are no problem for Mo Zhongqing, even if he doesn't want to dirty his reputation with his own hands, as long as he instructs Dong Zhaoyi, who has been following, to rob it.

After thinking about it, he pursed his lips and finally sighed, he still can't do the thing of relying on the strong to bully the weak, so he can only touch his stomach and close his eyes to rest.

This is a newly learned skill in the past few days, and usually doing so will make the empty stomach not feel uncomfortable.

Of course, this method cannot be eaten as a meal after all. He was a little envious of Dong Zhaoyi beside him, because she hadn't eaten for two days like himself, but her mental complexion was not a little better than herself.

He was a man and could see that she didn't pretend to be like this, so when he was extremely hungry, he always teased Dong Zhaoyi behind him and said: "I really envy you and you won't feel hungry if you don't have to eat, why don't you teach me some quick methods to listen to?" ”

Whenever this time Dong Zhaoyi would always recite a text mechanically, it sounded like some kind of magic formula, how could the tone be condescending, and the content was even more difficult to understand.

Mo Zhongqing listened to it no less than thirty or fifty times, and the content could be memorized backwards but still didn't know how to use it, just like a three-year-old child holding an empty treasure box but not knowing how to open it.

And Dong Zhaoyi is obviously not a good master, except for reciting the mantra, there is no other movement, as if she can learn such a shocking cultivation as she can with this set of mantras.

However, this is not without any gain, at least when Zhao Yi slowly recited this mantra, there was a rare trace of emotional fluctuations on his face, as if he was reminiscing about the past, this phenomenon was enough to make Mo Zhongqing inexplicably happy, and even his hunger seemed to have decreased a lot.

"Since there is nothing to do, why don't you follow the Dharma Enlightenment Method, maybe you will be able to realize yourself?"

Mo Zhongqing held the attitude of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, leaned against the big tree and closed his eyes to concentrate on it, and after a while, he heard the sound of rustling footsteps from far and near.

Mo Zhongqing didn't open his eyes, because he knew that with Dong Zhaoyi by his side, even if he fell asleep, nothing would go wrong, not to mention that at this moment, his eyes were dazzled with hunger, and he didn't even want to raise his eyelids again.

But what surprised him was that the footsteps were getting closer and closer, obviously coming towards him, and he stopped three or five steps away for a moment, and then he heard a voice with a southern Jiangsu accent come into his ears: "Two, my grandfather invites you to eat steamed buns." ”

This voice is soft and sweet, reminiscent of the sweet dumplings in May.

Well, at this moment, whether it is sweet dumplings or steamed buns, they are not much lethal to Mo Zhongqing.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a young girl about eighteen or nineteen years old, in the prime of life, standing in front of him. Those pair of dark eyes were spinning around Dong Zhaoyi and Mo Zhongqing, looking very lively and smart.

And Zhang Fengchen's smiling face makes people feel more cordial no matter how you look at it, even in these chaotic and lifeless years, this girl's body still exudes a sun-like affinity.

"This little girl is a little not simple, she is not afraid of Zhaoyi. ”

Mo Zhongqing stood up, looked at the steamed bun in the girl's hand without any image and swallowed his saliva.

Seeing that she was finally blushing shyly, the girl handed over the steamed bun in her hand, and said, "Take it and eat it." ”

Mo Zhongqing hesitated for a moment, and looked through the girl at an old man who was looking at him not far behind her, and the old man nodded and smiled when he saw Mo Zhongqing looking at him.

Mo Zhongqing didn't care about it anymore, and after saying "thank you", he grabbed the steamed bun in the girl's hand and swallowed it in a big gulp.

The girl covered her lips and smiled, turned her head to look at Dong Zhaoyi, who was expressionless and motionless, and after a little hesitation, she handed over another steamed bun in her hand: "Sister also eat." ”

Dong Zhaoyi looked at Mo Zhongqing, who was eating with his head down, and refused: "I'm not hungry." ”

The woman was stunned, her expression seemed to have never been rejected, and she didn't expect to be rejected at all, and the steamed buns handed out were not accepted, nor were they accepted, so she was stunned there without embarrassment.

At this moment, Mo Zhongqing snatched the steamed bun and said, "Girl, don't mind, she's like this, I'll take the steamed bun for her first, thank you." ”

Seeing that Mo Zhongqing was relieved of the siege by himself, he lightly said 'um' as a reply, and then quickly returned to the crowd where the old man was.

Besides, Mo Zhongqing subconsciously ate the second steamed bun in his hand, and gradually felt comfortable in his stomach, and he was grateful in his heart, and a pair of eyes began to look at this group of strange well-wishers.

Thinking about it carefully, the girl's willow eyebrows and starry eyes, her pupils were black like ink spots, and there was a tear mole under the corner of her left eye.

When she handed over the steamed buns, a pair of tender hands were not half calloused, and they were very well maintained, and the clothes on her body were kept quite clean and tidy although they were the clothes worn by ordinary people, which was an extremely remarkable thing in the chaotic years.

Looking at the old man in a short brown cloth coat in winter, his face was ruddy and did not show the slightest timidity, his every move was quite powerful, and he was particularly conspicuous in the crowd, and even the unknown woman in the crowd respected the old man quite a lot, which showed that he was in a high position in this group of homeless people.

Obviously, most of these people were not ordinary people before the disaster.

Seeing this, the steamed buns in Mo Zhongqing's hands were also eaten by him unconsciously, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but secretly say that it was bad, and then looked back at Dong Zhaoyi, and said with some surprise: "I'm sorry, the steamed buns are too delicious." ”

This reason is really lame, but Dong Zhaoyi didn't care at all, and just said: "It's okay." ”

Mo Zhongqing was bored with himself, so he simply turned his head and threw the remaining half of the steamed bun into his mouth and chewed it. With the second steamed bun in the stomach, although there is still some unfinished business, it is much better than when it is empty.

He looked around a little carelessly, only to find that the old man before was also observing his movements for a while, and when he saw Mo Zhongqing coming, the old man smiled and actually beckoned them to come over.

Mo Zhongqing was a little puzzled, but it seemed unreasonable to eat other people's steamed buns and ignore other people's reasoning, so he slowly stood up, straightened out his somewhat messy clothes, and walked over with Dong Zhaoyi like this.

When the crowd approached, the dozen or so men saw Mo Zhongqing coming with a sword and put down the things in their hands, their faces were slightly vigilant, and when they wanted to stop the two of them from going, they heard the old man in the crowd say loudly: "I asked them to come." ”

The men retracted their gaze at this time, but seeing their standing posture and position, it was not difficult to see that they had not let down their guard at all, no wonder, everyone in this chaos had a defensive heart, didn't they?

Mo Zhongqing also had some of them, so after sitting down, he habitually glanced around, and caught a glimpse of a man not far away sitting quietly next to a bulging sack.

Mo Zhongqing deliberately glanced at the slightly raised shape of the sack, and his heart sank, and he waved his hands to the old man and said, "Thank you for the old man's alms." After that, he looked at the girl next to him and added, "Thank you for the girl personally sending the steamed buns." ”

The woman smiled slightly, like the winter sun turning into snow, and the breeze was blowing.

The old man stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Two steamed buns, little brother doesn't need to be too polite, come, sit! ”

After speaking, the old man took out two steamed buns from the sack beside him, inserted them into the branch and put them into the fire while roasting, and said: "Little brother, I'm afraid that two steamed buns are not enough, I see that you have eaten all the steamed buns, how can you give them to your female companion without dividing them?" Mo Zhongqing was quite surprised to see the old man so polite, but he could smell the aroma of steamed buns coming from the dry branches, but he was gurgling in his stomach.

But he didn't take it, and said with a smile: "We are not relatives, but the old man treats me like this, which is really unrequitable." ”

The old man waved his hand and said: "What are you talking about, rely on your parents at home, rely on your friends when you go out, people are doing it, the sky is watching, the old man is helping you now, maybe he is also helping himself, hahaha, come! ”

Mo Zhongqing smiled but still didn't move, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

At this time, the old man finally came back to his senses, only to see him turn his head to look at the girl and say, "Good granddaughter, why don't you eat this little brother when he is obviously hungry?"

The girl's eyes rolled and she smiled: "What else can there be, there is a way to be diligent and not to commit adultery or theft, just give two steamed buns, how can you wait to give it again, this is too much like a hungry wolf with bad intentions, woo!"

Saying this, the girl didn't even care about the eyes of others, stretched out her hands, her ten fingers were slightly curved, and scratched and scratched at the old man's body, but it was really not like a hungry wolf, but a coquettish sheep.

Mo Zhongqing couldn't help but laugh, and the old man laughed and said, "Okay, good, my baby granddaughter is right for everything, it's Li who is abrupt!"