In the fall.

Zen walked to a town.

It's bigger than the town, it's smaller than the city, it's famous—

Small town, big town.

This is the name of Wu Zen, Wu Zen did not see the wooden archway -

Clear Water Dock.

Qingshui River, Qingshui Wharf, named Qingshui Dock.

There are many houses, many people, bustling, and very lively.

Muzen happily walked in, following a flat and wide road.

Wuzen is hungry, Wuzen wants to eat, but Wuzen doesn't have a copper plate on him.

Wuzen had no choice but to beg for food.

So there is no meditation to fast.

But Wuzen's hair has grown an inch, and Wuzen's clothes have become torn and dirty, and everyone is not happy to give Wuzen food, and everyone is avoiding Wuzen.

This is clearly a wild monk.

Or rather, a fake monk!

Such a person is not even worthy of being called Hanako.

There is no way to do it, so I have to wander around. Take a look, there are seven or eight stalls here, and five or six over there, look at it, the front sells fish and meat, and the back sells flatbread and steamed buns. The red ones are skewers of sugar gourds. What is the yellow one? Banana pouts. There is also a big stove with roasted sweet potatoes in it, isn't that the favorite of the incompetent junior disciples? May I ask the old benefactor, can you ask for one without Zen? Go and go, if you are idle and don't learn well, where do you come from a bad monk!

Wuzen is not bad, Wuzen is a good monk!

I don't want to be without Zen, why is this like this?

Without Zen, he only looks at what he eats, and without Zen he is indeed hungry.

The incompetent junior brother said that Wuzen is the reincarnation of a starving ghost, and incompetence is a big-bellied fairy descending to earth, and the two people are originally a pair. That's it. It's a pity that the incompetent junior brother is not here, the incompetent junior brother is a smart person, and there will be a way to fill this belly in the future, it must be so. What is that? The fat head and big ears are shiny and shiny, sitting in the car and screaming, louder than the incompetent junior brother, is it also because the stomach is hungry? What is that that is not Zen and does not know, presumably the incompetent junior brother will know!

Muzen sighed and continued walking.

Walk to a restaurant and a few restaurants below.

It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant! This is a fragrance that is dead to no Zen! Wu Zen breathed deeply in the thick fragrance of the air, thinking that this would quench his hunger. Is this the smell of wine? Is this the smell of meat? Yes, yes, this is the taste of rice and steamed buns, they must be drinking wine and eating meat on rice steamed buns, this is a sin, a sin, Amitabha, Amitabha!

It's midday.

Just as the monk Wuzen looked upstairs and swallowed his saliva, suddenly a black thing flew out of the attic, and he pounced straight at Wuzen with his teeth and claws! Wuzen was startled, and hurriedly dodged away, and the thing slapped flat on the ground with a bang! Then I saw that there were hands and feet, and the hair was like a person! Oh! Wuzen was shocked, and deeply regretted that he didn't see clearly for a while, didn't catch his brain, and didn't turn the corner, but when he saw him lying on the ground with his face on the ground motionless, it seemed to have fallen to death! Wuchan hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help: "You, you don't care? It's all blame on Wuzen! It's all no wonder!"

I tried to lift it twice, but suddenly the man moved, struggled twice, and then turned his head again.

He's dead!

Not only is he dead, but he has a nosebleed all over his face, and he looks like he has died a miserable death!

When you look at it, you can't breathe!

His eyes were closed, and his face was sad.

Wu Chan cried: "It's all bad for Wu Zen! It's all bad for Wu Chan! Wu Chan can obviously catch it--" At this moment, there was a big chaos in the restaurant, and then four or five people with big faces and thick necks rushed out, and they came up and punched and kicked that person! Wu Chan was taken aback again, and hurriedly went to stop: "Don't fight! Don't fight! He's dead, what are you ......doing this?" One shouted angrily: "Get out! Kill this guy who eats white food!" Another person roared angrily: "That's it! I pretended to be dead seven or eight times, and I can't beat him to death!"

Wu Chan protected him with his body, and anger suddenly appeared in his heart: "Obviously he is out of breath, if you want to fight, you will beat Wu Chan!" Wu Chan is angry! Wu Chan is really angry! It is not good to beat a person or a corpse like this! It is not right! Even if he has done something wrong: "Hit! Hit to death!" Several people punched and kicked mercilessly, and their mouths were still cursing, Wu Chan just leaned over to protect the man's head, face, chest and abdomen, and let his fists and feet fall on him.

Just when there is nothing.

A thin-faced goatee man walked over, waved his hand, and said, "That's it, go back to work." ”

Several people dispersed.

The man said, "Monk, do you know this person?" Wu Chan got up and said, "Wu Chan doesn't know." The man said, "He's a scoundrel, he's not a good man." Wu Chan Qi said: "What is a scoundrel? Is he also surnamed Wu?" The man said: "Monk, don't pay attention to him, otherwise he will rely on you for a while, and you will be out of luck!" Wu Chan looked back and said strangely: "He is obviously dead, what, how-" The man glanced at it, turned around and sighed: "Don't say much, you will know in a while." ”

Wuzen saw him enter the building, and he was in the clouds for a while, and he turned around again-

The dead man, still, lay there.

Suddenly, there was a movement.

Not dead!

Wuzen was taken aback, and was about to step forward to take a closer look, but saw the man get up on his own, pat his buttocks, and leave.

I don't look at Wuzen at all.

Wuzen was overjoyed: "Haha, donor, you're fine! Haha! But it scared Wuzen!"

The man ignored him and staggered away.

Walked away.

Half a day.

I still can't figure it out.

Just now, it seems, yes, something happened.

It's still empty. It's like a dream.

Wuzen only remembered that there was a smell in that man.

It's weird.

Clearwater Pier.

It's a strange place, not only for people, but also for whatever. There is not half a drop of clear water in the Qingshui River, only sand, yellow sand. The Clearwater Pier is also not a pier, there are only bags, sacks. Lots and lots of sand, lots and lots of sacks, lots and lots of people. This is a strange place, the wind and sand are all over the sky, the grass and trees are sparse, and large living people can fall from the upper floors, and people can be resurrected after they die. Wuzen thought it was strange.

Muzen stroked the hair on his head and sighed.

Laughed again.

Yes, Wuzen has finally found a way to eat.

Carrying two bags of sand and a copper plate from the ditch to the embankment is only a few dozen steps.

It's a good deal.

What Wuzen has is strength, and the strength can be exchanged for copper plates, and copper plates can be exchanged for food, and this account is very easy to calculate.

Muzen smiled happily.

But everyone is sweating profusely and has a sad face, and ouch ouch seems to be sighing, everyone is very busy, and there is no effort to take care of it. Everyone seems to be so tired that they don't even have the strength to speak. Fortunately, it just seems that there is still a finger pointing at people. It was a sitting man, smoking a bag of dry tobacco, and from time to time he made two noises, and his voice was as rough as an old duck. But he doesn't call him an old duck, others call him an iron rooster.

Why is that?

Wuzen didn't understand it, so he wanted to ask him.

Wu Zen walked over.

"Move ten bags of sand and give a copper plate, will you do it?"

"!"

"Move twenty bags of sand and give a copper plate, will you do it?"

"!"

"Move a hundred bags of sand and give a copper plate, will you do it?"

"!"

"Don't give money! Just eat! You don't do it!"

"!"

"You don't care about the food!

"!"

"Count you as a kind! it, it! Where did this stupid monk come from!"

"Little monk Wuzen, may I ask the donor-"

Muzen got his wish and finally became a glorious porter.

A coolie.

Wuzen misheard, he doesn't call Iron Rooster.

He called it unreasonable.