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Just as he was guessing, a young Taoist walked in. "This must be a temple," he concluded. Maybe the families in the Northeast are different and like to keep horses. " He looked at the little Taoist again: his face was small, his features lean and well-dressed; his eyes were lively; and his manner was steady and lovely.

The little Daoist stopped and looked at Farmer's face. When he saw Farmer dressed in his cassock, his chest was bare; his hat was embroidered with an eye-catching Buddhist character; a string of beads hung from his chest; his face was covered with sweat; and he was about fifty years old. He looked like he was worn out from a journey. He was about to ask when he saw that Farmer was a stranger. Farmer chanted the Buddhist prayer first, "Little Fellow Taoist, I am sorry to disturb you. Is this a Taoist temple? Or a temple? "

The little Daoist said, "To reply High Monk, this is neither a Taoist temple nor a temple. It is a small city left behind from ancient times. It was called Uncle Wu. Legend has it that this is an ancient garrison. In the past, all the monks and Taoists have lived here, but now it is different. " The little Daoist did not continue.

He said to himself, "Since I have a family, I can eat and live here. It doesn't matter if it's a city or a temple. " So he asked: "Do you have a host elder here? Fellow Daoist, please inform the host that a monk from Beijing is seeking an audience. " The little Daoist stood there unmoving and said, "High Monk has come from far away, there is no need to be polite. If there is anything you need, just tell me. There was no square meter, no Elders, no Empyreans. The trail was the owner. "What can I help you with? I will do my best.

Seeing that he was very polite, as if he was an adult, Fa Ming smiled and said, "That really fits that sentence, you can't judge a book by its cover. You're the leader of this place? " The little Daoist hurriedly said, "I don't dare to accept this path." Fa Ming said, "Little host, this humble monk would like to request a meal from you. How about we stay for the night?" The little Daoist said somewhat awkwardly, "Usually, we don't entertain any monk guests here. However, you just happened to be here today, that's an exception. You can eat, but it's inconvenient for you to stay. If you must stay, you must first promise to leave before daybreak so that I can keep you here. The trail did its best. "

"Since this is a temple, why can't we live here? I want to leave before dawn. That's strange! " He was too tired to leave, so he could only say vaguely, "I only went to rest and rest for a meal. I left before daybreak." The little Daoist nodded and said, "That's good, but I have been slow with my guests. Please follow me. "

Farmer followed him inside, into large houses facing south. Seeing that the room was large and empty, a lot of luggage was arranged on the kang. There was a bed on the floor and luggage on it. Rows of wooden pins were nailed to the walls. It was a dormitory for many people. The little Daoist said, "There is no one else here. I'll be right back. " Then he went out the door and went to the other house.

When Farmer looked outside again, he saw that no one was moving. It was dead silent. And he said to himself, "There are many talents here, how can there be only the little Taoist? It's late, what are those people doing? " The little Daoist suddenly entered the house with difficulty, carrying a wooden bucket of water. Then, Farmer knew why he went out.

The little Daoist put down the bucket and said, "High Monk, when I saw you had left in a dusty and sweaty state, I went to fetch some water. Wash it first; I will prepare some food for you." Then he went out again.

Seeing him treat him so courteously, Fa Ming was very touched. From the bottom of his heart, he liked the little Taoist. Just as he finished washing up, the little Daoist returned and said, "I have prepared the food. Please follow me." Farmer said a few polite words to him and followed him out of the house and south. They walked a long way and entered a big house facing east. There were many tables and stools arranged inside. It was a dining room reserved for eating. Farmer took a few glances at the room, but didn't ask any questions. He picked a clean stool and sat down. The little Daoist went into the kitchen and brought the food over. He placed it in front of Farmer and said, "It's still warm. The High Monk can eat. " "Sorry to trouble you," he said. He began to eat. The little Daoist said, "You're welcome," and went to stand outside the door. There was something wrong with his expression, as if he was guarding the wind.

Seeing that his expression was off, Fa Ming did not understand what he meant. After taking a few bites, he asked, "Little abbot, you have many talents here, but why are you the only one here? "What about those people?" The little Daoist seemed to have seen something, and turned around with a panicked expression, hissing and refusing to ask. While being vigilant of the outside world, he whispered to Fa Ming, "High Monk, after you finish eating, go to the back and sleep. Hurry up and leave before the sun shines. "You don't need to ask anything. If you ask too many questions and people hear them, you will lose your life."

Fa Ming was shocked. He immediately looked outside and asked, "Why is that?" If others were to hear it, how could I possibly lose my life? " The little Daoist didn't say anything and returned to his room. He was peeking out of the door. As he ate, he said to himself: "There is a great deal of mystery here. It must be a place of right and wrong. I can't live without knowing. Judging from his expression, this place was dangerous. Is this a place where people kill and eat meat? Even the poor monk was not afraid. I have to get him to tell the truth. "

Then the little Daoist calmed down and turned back to Farmer, saying, "This is not my place. I'm in charge of the north side. " When Farmer heard that there were other people in the courtyard, he didn't ask directly. He wanted to use words to lure them in and make them speak for themselves. Thus, he asked, "Little daoist friend, according to what you said, I was lucky to be able to come in today?" The little Daoist said, "You're right. Normally, you wouldn't be able to come in, but no one would dare to keep you here. "

Before long, Fa Ming put down his chopsticks and said, "I've finished eating. I've caused you so much trouble. I'm very sorry." The little Daoist said, "You must not be so polite. We Northeast people treat people warmly, do not want to hear too many polite words. Ordinary people rely on their parents at home and friends outside. If the outsider was out, who else could he find but the outsider? It's only right that we entertain you. "My master has often taught me to treat people with warmth." Farmer laughed, "Then I won't be polite. If I stay and leave before dawn, there won't be any danger to my life, right? " The little Daoist said seriously, "If I can keep you, then I can guarantee your safety. If I have something to do, I will tell you in advance." You can rest easy and go to sleep. " Somehow, Farmer felt uneasy. He used words to tempt the little Daoist, but the little Daoist refused to say another word.

He would not easily reveal the truth and was at his wit's end. And the little Taoist said, "It is dark now. You're going to sleep with me. But I have to tell you first. This courtyard was huge, and there were many houses. There was also a place where one could die. At night, you must not come out and sneak around. As long as you sleep well in your room, I can guarantee your safety. " "I will leave the house," said Farmin. The little Daoist led him back to the house at the back and said, "Tonight, you will be the only one here. You can sleep on the kang with me." Then he was gone. He's outside bolting the door.

Farmer was a very brave man. He had seen many dangerous situations and had never been afraid. The little Daoist made him unfathomable, and he had always been uneasy in his heart. He surmised, "The little Taoist is by no means a wicked man. There must be something wrong with his yard. If it was not a dragon's lagoon or a tiger's cave, then it was a human flesh workshop. I need to get to the bottom of this. Otherwise, we can't leave. " He made up his mind to lie down in the middle of the kang in his clothes. It was dark in the room, quiet outside, and he was tired. Unknowingly, he fell asleep.

He had just slept for a while when the door suddenly clanged. Farmer sat up in surprise and saw that the little Taoist had come in with a lantern in one hand and a bag in the other. He quickly took the luggage and placed it on the brick bed, asking, "Little friend, why are you doing this? Aren't there any luggage here? " The little Daoist said: "This luggage is not for you to use, but for my own use. I want to talk to you when it's dark and there's no one around. " He continued, "I alone am enough. I always want to talk to people at night, but there's no one like us. I see you're a nice guy, and you're from Beijing, so you must have seen the world. I just lit the lantern and moved in. " Then he put down the lantern, got on the brick bed and moved away some luggage. He opened another for Farmer and said, "I never use other people's luggage. I don't like the smell of it."

"With your coming here, I will be able to find out everything about this place," he thought to himself with a smile. You're a child, so I'm not afraid that you won't say anything. " So she tried to seduce him by saying, "You came at the right time. I'm afraid of boredom, too. Let's talk, no one's bored. " The little Daoist laughed, put out the lantern, crawled into bed, and lay down. "You should tell me everything now."

The little Daoist quickly whispered, "Master, you are from Beijing, you must know a lot. It is not like our wild and barren land. Will you tell me about Beijing? " Farmer said, "Good! Say what you want. " The Daoist continued, "Are there Japanese soldiers there too? Were there bandits too? War? " "There is no war in Beijing," he whispered. "There are no bandits. There is a group of Japanese soldiers who are guarding their embassies. Usually, they didn't go out on the streets. However, Beijing has a special agent who listens to the wind and does evil things. "

When the young Taoist heard this, he thought for a long time and said to himself, "How many soldiers are there in Japan? "Even in Beijing." He didn't know anything about the Secret Service, so he asked, "What is a Secret Service agent? Is he also a soldier? " Farmer said, "Secret Service members aren't soldiers. They're people who listen to the rumors and do bad things." The little Daoist said, "Cough! So it was like this. We have a lot of people like that here. Like the Japanese, they listen to the wind and do bad things, but they don't do good things. " He continued, "A few days ago, a group of people came down from the mountain. This group was organized by the local people. The Japanese soldiers had pushed their wives, sisters, sisters, and daughters to the ground, making them panic. They were so angry that they killed the Japanese soldiers and ran into the mountains. This time they went down the mountain, tore down the Japanese railway and destroyed the Japanese train. The Japanese soldiers and the spies were listening to the wind. All the Japanese soldiers stationed here have entered the mountains and gone to capture those people. "

Farmer could tell this was a Japanese military camp, but he didn't say anything. The little Daoist continued, "If you don't believe me, think about it. Did you see the train on your way here? " Then Farmer said, "I didn't see it. I've also heard that the railway was torn down and the train destroyed. I came here because I couldn't get through the train. " Seeing that he believed what he said, the little Daoist said happily, "It will take at least ten days or half a month to repair the train. He's fixed it, and those people on the mountain are still coming to tear it down. What do you think the Japanese will do? " "If this continues, the devil won't be able to do anything about it," he said.

The little Taoist then asked, "What bad things do the Japanese soldiers stationed in Beijing do?" "They don't usually go out on the street and they don't just run around," he said. Just in their embassy. " The little Taoist said, "Our Japanese soldiers are going everywhere. They beat people in the streets, went into the village to tease the girls, caught chickens and geese, went into town to snatch cigarettes and smoke and drink, and no one dared to provoke them. Before they left, they lived in the row of houses in front of where we ate. A gang of bandits they keep here. These bandits were doing all sorts of wicked things. Their guns and bullets were given to them by the Japanese. When the Japanese soldiers told them to do it, they did it. There was a leader among the bandits. His surname was Liao and he was called the Company Commander. He had a crooked eye, and people behind him called it a crooked eye. He turned out to be a bandit leader, and when officers and soldiers were killing bandits, he fled to the sea and went to the north. The Japanese had brought him back. As soon as this fellow arrived, he chased away all of the people who came with him. He's the only one who won't let me go, he wants me to serve him. "