In the scorching summer and autumn, the dog days when the sun is shining, the weeds growing along the ancient road have long been unable to stand the heat and hang down. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The ancient road is full of sand and dust, and it is scattered with the occasional hot wind.

Due to natural and man-made disasters for many years, even if this is an official road, it is sparsely populated. It is also common to find a place to rest for dozens of miles in a row.

In the past, on the official road, the grand occasion of a small pavilion in five miles and a long pavilion in ten miles has long disappeared. The tea pavilion on the official road for people to rest is also in tatters, full of messes, and there is not even a place to stand.

A black-winged red cicada lay on a branch on the edge of the ancient road with few leaves left, chirping weakly.

Under the tree, a young man leaned back to the sun's trunk and closed his eyes to rest, wearing a light blue robe with several patches, and many stains on it, looking very sloppy. Beside him, there was also a mottled backpack reflecting the scorching sun, which was Meng Xingnan, who left the Stone Buddha Temple and went south.

After Meng Xingnan left the Stone Buddha Temple, he rushed all the way to his hometown of Minyue. Although he tried his best to avoid going through the capital, at this time, the Jianghuai area was already full of natural and man-made disasters, and he still saw a lot of starvation on the road along the way.

The more he watched, the more Meng Xingnan's mood couldn't help but become heavier, although he couldn't do anything for them, but he could still do it by letting these unfortunate people go to peace and recite the mantra of rebirth to them.

It's just that doing it all the way will inevitably delay some trips.

On this day, Meng Xingnan came to the boundary of Fuzhou in Jiangxi Province by mistake.

Fuzhou is adjacent to Minyue in the east, Ganzhou Tongda Lake and Guangxing Province in the south, Ji'an and Yichun in the west, and Poyang Lake in the north and Nanchang and Yingtan in the north. Since ancient times, it has been known as "leading the rivers and lakes, controlling Fujian and Guangdong", and is famous for its wealth.

However, in this year of catastrophe, Fuzhou, which was rich in the past, was not as prosperous as it used to be. In addition to the Mongolian Semu and wealthy businessmen who lived in the towns, Meng Xingnan traveled all the way through the state and county, and the dozen or so villages he saw along the way were all sparsely populated, and the sound of chickens and dogs was not heard, and it was a lonely and desolate scene.

The people who could be seen were all vegetable, skinny, and people fleeing the famine could be seen everywhere.

Meng Xingnan has been walking for a long time, and he has not yet cultivated to the realm of Bigu, so he is inevitably hungry and thirsty.

He has never worried about food and clothing in the Xuanzhen Temple, although he has heard the master say that people outside the square do not bring grains of rice, and they can eat wherever they go.

However, he was young and thin-faced, but he couldn't pull down his face like the fat-headed and big-eared monks he saw on the road (Note 1), and softened and begged those rich people who were not benevolent, so he endured the hunger in his belly and reluctantly walked under this tree to rest for a while.

After resting for a while, Meng Xingnan felt thirsty again, so he picked up the gourd, pulled the stopper, and raised his head to drink, but the inside of the gourd was empty, just dripping three or two points of water.

Meng Xingnan moistened his chapped lips with his tongue, couldn't help but smile bitterly, covered the gourd stopper, and put it beside him. It turned out that he was hungry and thirsty all the way, and he talked about filling his hunger with the spring water in the gourd, but he didn't know that he had drunk the water in it.

If you go on like this, you can't say it, and you have to soften and fight with those monks. If you can't do it, you will starve to death! Meng Xingnan said ruthlessly in his heart.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, his eyes widened, but his body did not move, but he slowly moved his right hand, silently clamping a round stone on the ground to his finger.

"Boom ......" only heard a sound that broke through the air, and Meng Xingnan bent his fingers and shot the cobblestone into the barren grass on the right, and the grass suddenly shook, but soon it stood still.

Meng Xingnan's face suddenly appeared with a happy smile, patted his stomach, and said to himself: "Ha! Today's meal is finally settled again!"

As he spoke, he scurried into the grass, and in the blink of an eye, he carried a hare weighing about two pounds in his hand, and came out with a smile.

Seeing that there was no one around, Meng Xingnan quickly put the hare into his backpack and picked it up, and left quickly. He found a small river in the shade, put down his backpack, and grabbed the hare. He walked to the creek, drank a few sips of water, and then began to pack up the hare.

After removing the internal organs of the hare and washing it inside and out, Meng Xingnan dug out the silt from the river and wrapped the hare's whole body tightly with leather fur.

Then find some dead wood and thorns nearby, and put the wrapped hare inside. With a flick of his fingers, a ball of fire appeared on his fingertips, and soon ignited the firewood.

Seeing that he moves so skillfully, it seems that this is not the first time he has done this.

In less than half an hour, the fire gradually went out. Seeing this, the hares that were simmering in the fire were also dried and cooked.

Meng Xingnan licked his lips, pulled out the mud ball that wrapped the hare, and then peeled off the mud shell with a blow, revealing the roasted hare.

Smelling the thick aroma of meat that overflowed, Meng Xingnan couldn't help but be aroused. I want to feast on it at once, and stuff the whole hare into my stomach.

Just as he was about to start eating, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind his back, and before Meng Xingnan could react, that hand had already snatched the roast rabbit out of his hand as fast as lightning.

Meng Xingnan couldn't help but be taken aback, why was there someone behind him, he was unconscious, and hurriedly looked back, but saw that the person who robbed him of the roast rabbit was actually an old Taoist.

I saw that this old Taoist was thin, with a long face, three wisps of slight beard under his chin, long hands and feet, and he was wearing a kudzu robe, which was covered with stains, and he looked very sloppy.

He also carried a huge yellow gourd on his back, and his face was salivating, and his expression was like a monkey in a hurry.

After the roast rabbit was snatched from his hand, without waiting for Meng Xingnan to speak, this sloppy old man tore off most of it casually, and handed the other half back to Meng Xingnan, without saying a word, and began to eat eagerly.

While eating, he couldn't stop praising loudly: "Wonderful, wonderful, this kind of deliciousness, Lao Dao has not tasted it for a long time." ”

While speaking, in the blink of an eye, most of the roast rabbits had already entered his stomach, Meng Xingnan was suddenly snatched by him and snatched half of the roast rabbits, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and secretly thought: "This old way is so rude." ”

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but blurt out angrily: "Dao Chief, you are a senior, why did you rob me of my meat to eat?"

The sloppy old man ate the hare meat in his hand, and said vaguely in his mouth: "People outside the square, wherever they go, they will eat wherever they go, and they pay attention to many things...... Let's eat it first......"

As he spoke, he swallowed the rabbit meat in a big gulp, and then took off the gourd on his back with his greasy hand, and pulled the stopper of the gourd, and the aroma of wine was overflowing. He took a few sips, then handed the wine gourd to Meng Xingnan, and said loudly: "Doll, give you a sip too." ”

Meng Xingnan saw that most of the hare meat was about to be eaten by him in a few bites, and between his words, he relied on the old and sold the old, but he was helpless. At the moment, he said angrily: "I don't drink, you have to drink yourself." He was very angry.

The sloppy old man saw the angry look on his face, and couldn't help laughing: "Doll, don't regret it if you don't drink it." Don't underestimate the old Taoist wine, it is at least worth dozens of rabbits! ”

Haha laughed, the sloppy old man swallowed a mouthful of rabbit meat, and raised his head to take a big sip of wine.

Meng Xingnan saw it and shook his head. At that moment, I didn't talk to him more, and ate the little half rabbit in my hand in a muffled voice, just wanting to hurry away after eating.