You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 47 Don't Forget Each Other

Xiao Changcheng borrowed a fire from Zuo Chen and burned his three friends.

Looking at the scorching flames dancing in front of him, Xiao Changcheng felt his face burning painfully and remained silent.

After the body was burned, Xiao Changcheng smashed the bones with stones on the roadside, grabbed a handful of ashes and wrapped them in a small cloth bag, then approached Bai Fanglan's dead body, spat fiercely, and then turned to face Zuo Chen.

He knelt down in front of Zuo Chen with a plop and kowtowed three times in a row.

"I will never forget your kindness in saving my life. I have nothing but my life to give to you, but I still have to go south to find food for my mother and for the people in the town. I really can't give you my life first. I hope you can tell me where I should go to find you in the future so that I can repay you."

"Your town needs to go further north, right?" Zuo Chen asked, "Is it close to Youzhou?"

"Ah? Youzhou?"

Xiao Changcheng didn't know why Zuo Chen suddenly asked this, so he could only answer honestly:

"Our town is in the middle of Xuzhou, the same distance from Youzhou and Qingzhou. I heard that the rice in Qingzhou is abundant and good, so I plan to go there."

"We are going to Youzhou. There happens to be food in the car. Let's go together."

Zuo Chen said, Caiyi was just leading a donkey cart over there, and Xiao Changcheng also cast his eyes towards the donkey cart.

In his eyes, there was only a bamboo basket on the donkey cart, and no food at all.

A little anxious:
"Master Dao, there are many people in our town, and there are hundreds of mouths waiting to be fed. I believe in your ability, but your food..."

Is that enough for so many of us?
I kept these words in my stomach and didn't dare say them out loud.

"Don't worry. The Taoist priest's abilities are greater than what you have heard and more powerful than what you have seen. Just follow the Taoist priest and we will have a continuous supply of food." Caiyi said with a grin, and Xiao Changcheng got into the car puzzled.

When the donkey cart started moving, Xiao Changcheng didn't dare to take up much space on the board, so he curled up.

Seeing that he was dazed with hunger, Zuo Chen opened the bamboo basket and scooped out a large bowl of rice from it.

The rice was still raw when it first came into the bowl, but by the time it was brought to Xiao Changcheng, it was already cooked, steaming hot, and it was a bowl of porridge with both soup and water.

Xiao Changcheng had never seen such a method before. How could he not know how precious this bowl of porridge in Xuzhou was? He wanted to kneel down and kowtow again, but was stopped by Zuo Chen.

"You kowtow on the donkey cart, but don't break the board of my donkey cart." Zuo Chen said, "Besides, I will give you rice every time for three meals a day, and you kowtow every time. Do you still want your head?"

Xiao Changcheng didn't know what to say. He took the rice in a daze. Caiyi also handed him a pair of chopsticks made of wooden strips.

Holding the porridge in his left hand and the spoon in his right hand, Xiao Changcheng looked like he hadn't eaten so formally for a long time. He clumsily inserted the spoon into the rice and scooped a mouthful for himself.

When you put the white rice in your mouth and chew it gently, you will feel its incomparable sweetness, like agar-agar jade dew, and like the beauty of an immortal.

His tears suddenly flowed down.

When he first set out to look for rice, he didn't cry when he finished his bread, because he was already used to being hungry. He didn't cry when three of his fellow villagers died just now, because too many villagers in the town had died.

But after eating the rice, he couldn't stop crying.

He cried while eating, and the rice tasted bitter after he ate it.

He ate the porridge with gusto, even without any side dishes. In less than ten breaths, the whole bowl of porridge was finished.

After eating and drinking the porridge in the bowl and filling his stomach, Xiao Changcheng even wanted to stick his tongue into the bowl to lick it.

Zuo Chen took the bowl and served him another one. After eating the porridge, Xiao Changcheng seemed to have lost his mind. He didn't even have time to say thank you and just held the bowl and started eating again.

When people are hungry for a long time and suddenly see food, they will be dominated by animal desires, and no one is an exception.

After eating five bowls, Xiao Changcheng finally stopped and his rationality returned to his mind.

He smiled awkwardly and was about to thank Zuo Chen when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

His eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Seeing Xiao Changcheng lying directly on the board, Caiyi was dumbfounded. She looked at Zuo Chen, not knowing what to do.

Zuo Chen sighed and tapped Xiao Changcheng's head with his finger, and he suddenly woke up.

After coming back to life, Xiao Changcheng repeatedly touched his body to make sure that he was fine before sitting up. This time, he looked at Zuo Chen as if he were looking at a god.

Just now, Xiao Changcheng didn't know what was wrong with him. He just felt like his mind was crazy and he had no control at all.

"I've been hungry for too long, and I've become a demon in my heart."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Changcheng lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake.

Zuo Chen had no intention of blaming or lecturing Xiao Changcheng. He knew very well that it would be wrong for him to be so hungry and have no demons in his heart.

It is easy to blame the people who are suffering. Finding the root cause of the problem and then solving it is the top priority.

Even if there is no merit to be gained this time, Zuo Chen intends to take care of this matter.

It has nothing to do with whether one has good intentions or not. Zuo Chen simply feels unhappy seeing someone causing such trouble to the world.

If your mind is not clear, it is very likely that your cultivation will be affected, which is not acceptable.

"Have you heard of 'Never Forget Each Other'?" Zuo Chen asked Xiao Changcheng.

Xiao Changcheng shook his head: "I have lived in this town for so many years. I have heard of Baicaotang for medical treatment and Zuixianlou for cooking, but I have never heard of Wuxiangwang."

Zuo Chen took out the relic again and called the monk:

"Monk, do you know how to not forget each other?"

When Xiao Changcheng saw the monk emerging from the relic, his eyes widened.
"I've actually heard of it before." The monk scratched the back of his head, "At that time, the traveling merchant from my village said that he was from Wuxiangwang."

"The one who advised you to erect a Buddha statue?"

The monk nodded, then hesitated:

"But I don't think he's a bad guy. He was in my village at the time. He just sold some small items and left."

The monk would definitely not lie about this, so Zuo Chen simply asked:

"Monk, where is your home? Is it on the way? If so, we can go to your village."

"It's on the way, but there are no living people in my village. It's a dead village. Do you still want to go and see it, Taoist priest?"

"Go and have a look. It won't take long."

Zuo Chen looked at Xiao Changcheng, who nodded repeatedly: "Everything is up to you, Taoist."

The donkey cart slightly adjusted its direction and continued along the deserted road.

Xiao Changcheng looked into the distance, holding the urn in his arms, and muttered to himself:
"I'll take you home."

……

The big city of Xuzhou was bustling with people and the roadsides were bustling with people.

There were people drinking and eating meat, storytelling, and opera troupes performing. Once the city gates were closed, the outside was desolate with bones everywhere, while inside there were lights and feasting.

This is where Prince Kang's palace is located. Prince Kang is kind-hearted and cannot stand the sight of poor people, so he gathered all the interesting and capable people, including his family members and concubines, into this city.

With wine, meat and money, it seems like a paradise in Xuzhou.

At this moment, in a large house in the city, in the center of the main hall, there was a man dressed as a scholar writing with a brush, and four maids stood respectfully beside him, one was grinding ink, one was handing over the brush, one was holding a basin of water to help wipe the sweat, and one was pinching the shoulders and rubbing the waist.

The scholar seemed obsessed with the calligraphy and painting in front of him, and the four maids around him didn't even look at them.

Suddenly, the pen in his hand paused, and a drop of ink fell on the white paper, exploding with a snap, like a black flower.

The four maids were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy.

The scholar ignored them. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked curiously:

"Someone killed my concubine? Who is so capable?"

(End of this chapter)