In the private room on the second floor of Tengyun Building, there was a table full of delicious food, which made people drool. Shitou held a chicken with both hands and was so willing that even the bones were chewed by him like peanuts.
After swallowing, Ma Xingkong and Mu Yunchen were more polite, and they ate and drank tea.
Mu Yunchen said: "Looking at the posture of the Japanese, it won't be long before they attack us. Although they won't kill us, it's for sure to drive them away. We should make plans as soon as possible!"
"Everything else is easy to talk about! It's almost winter. Without food reserves, there will definitely be problems!" Ma Xingkong put down his chopsticks and had a drink with Mu Yunchen.
Han Xiaomo opened the door and walked in, sweat dripping from his head. It was quite a long way from the south gate to here, and Han Xiaomo must have been running here. As soon as he entered, he asked the waiter to bring him a pair of bowls and chopsticks.
After sitting down at the table, he let out a sigh of relief: "These damn Japanese are really good at looking for trouble. This kind of weather will freeze me to death!"
Xiao Shunzi said: "It's good to be cold. Brother Han has gained weight recently. He can lose weight if he is cold!"
Several people laughed. After laughing, Liu Wu spoke first: "Old Han, I came here to ask for food from you. How about it? How much have you prepared?"
Han Xiaomo took a bite of food and said: "We have prepared a lot of food, but there are some problems in transporting it out. We were just at the gate of the city. As soon as the Japanese entered the city, they occupied Wang Laizi's security headquarters.
Let their gendarmerie move in, and the Japanese are taking over the city defense. Tomorrow morning, the people guarding the city gate may be Japanese!"
"The Japanese are really fast!" Ma Xingkong said, "Is there any other way?"
Han Xiaomo thought for a while and then shook his head: "The Japanese have just arrived and they haven't figured out their temper yet. Why don't we wait a little longer?"
"Wait a minute! You are here to eat a lot of fish and meat, and the brothers in the mountains are almost eating grass roots and tree bark!" Shitou still hugged the chicken and did not let go.
Everyone was silent. Money was not a thing to Ma Xingkong. What he had accumulated over the years, what Wu Jing's father had given him, and what he had gotten by cheating, it was no longer a matter of how much. But this
Food is not always available. Ma Xingkong said: "See if you can get some from outside!"
Han Xiaomo did not speak. Mu Yunchen said: "The current situation is so strict in Changchun, and it must be the same in other places. The Japanese can only control us better by using food to seize our lives. I think there will be
Big problem!”
Liu Wudao: "I have an idea. With so many Japanese living here, Changchun may not be able to supply enough supplies. As long as Lao Han can get the time and route of the Japanese transporting supplies, we will rob him. We won't be able to eat."
They don’t even want to eat it!”
"Yes!" Shitou finally gnawed a chicken clean and touched it with his sleeve: "What Lao Wu said is right, if the good ones don't work, then the evil ones will come!"
"I'll give it a try!" Han Xiaomo nodded in agreement.
It took several times for the meal to be served. The meal that Ma Xingkong and the others ate was enough for one or twenty people. Before going out, Han Xiaomo also asked the cook to make a few special dishes, saying
It was time to go back and let Wu Jing and the others eat meat. When they came out of Tengyun Tower, the sun was already turning west, and the cold wind was blowing straight into the neck and collar. Ma Xingkong tightened his clothes and put down his leather hat to cover himself.
ears.
The streets were deserted. Occasionally I met a few people who were walking in a hurry. Groups of Japanese soldiers walked in neat steps on the streets with sonorous force. Their warm large-leather shoes made a loud clanking sound on the ground. Every time
When he saw a Japanese soldier passing by, he would throw a stone on the ground and mutter a curse.
When they reached the city gate, several soldiers were pushing the heavy city gate together. Mu Yunchen hurriedly shouted: "Wait! Wait!" None of the soldiers ignored him and continued to close the door.
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Shitou stretched out his long legs, ran a few steps, and in a flash, half of the tiger's body was pinned in the middle of the two city gates. With both arms, he pushed hard, and three or four soldiers were pushed back.
The soldier became angry, threw down the city gate, and immediately removed the gun from his shoulder. While pulling the bolt, he cursed: "You are tired of life, aren't you? How dare you not let me close the door? Believe it or not..."
Before they finished the last half of the sentence, a thick stack of banknotes in front of them attracted their attention. Liu Wu held the money in his hand and said with a smile: "Please forgive me, military masters, we have something urgent to do when we leave the city. This brother is anxious."
, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just wanted to invite you to tea, tea!"
A captain reached out, took the banknotes and stuffed them into his pocket: "Be careful next time! It's okay if you meet our brothers, but if you meet the Japanese, you will be dead! Leave quickly!"
A few people just left the city. They did not rush back, but took a detour to Monk Tongming. It was almost half a year since they sent Monk Tongming here, and no one had seen this great monk. When he opened the door of the Zen room, Tongming saw
He is chanting sutras facing the wall, and his level of piety is no less than that of other true monks.
"Master! You are such a good monk!" Shitou teased, patting Tongming's bald head.
Tongming slowly turned around and asked, "Where did these donors come from? What's the purpose of coming to this poor monk?" He spoke in a slow and hesitant tone, which made people who didn't know what he really wanted feel unfathomable.
Ma Xingkong smiled: "We come from where we came from, and we want to take the great monk to where he needs to go!"
Tongming suddenly opened his eyes and chewed on Ma Xingkong. He sighed for a long time: "Hey! I have been facing the wall for a month, but I still can't figure it out. You have made it clear in one sentence. Master, master! Now tell me carefully.
, why do you remember me?"
Opening the food that Han Xiaomo gave to Wu Jing and the others, they ate chickens and ducks in the bright Zen room. The faint aroma wafted through the entire small temple. There were no other monks this night.
Sleep well.
While eating, they talked. Soon they talked about food again. Monk Tongming smiled slightly: "You are all frowning, but I have a clever idea. I wonder if you will listen!"
Everyone hurriedly came over. Monk Tongming put down the chicken drumstick in his hand, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp. He was still thinking about the taste of the wine. Mu Yunchen's face darkened: "If you want to say something, say it quickly! When will you change?"
Is it like this?”
The temple where Monk Tongming lives is called Dajue Temple. It is actually just a small temple with only five or six houses in the mountains. The total number of monks in the temple is not as many as the statues of gods. This place usually has only some religious men and women from the surrounding villages.
Outside, few people come.
"Just last night, I was chanting sutras, and suddenly there was the sound of a car outside the door!" Monk Tongming's eyes were round, like a storytelling gentleman: "I gently went to the ground to put on my shoes, and opened the temple door a crack.
On the road outside the temple, cars one after another are all heading north. As for where they are going, I don’t know. I can see clearly that the cars are full of boxes.