"Breaking the precept? Are you going to fight out of the city?" Deng Fang was a little confused and asked.
The muscles on Monk Huiqing's face trembled slightly and he rolled his eyes at Deng Fang.
"Fight out of the city? Do you think I am invincible?"
After that, Monk Huiqing ignored Deng Fang and sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating and breathing out.
When Deng Fang saw this, he stopped asking questions and rested aside. Soon he fell asleep.
It's getting late and the breeze is blowing.
"Boy, wake up, we need to go."
Monk Huiqing's voice came to Deng Fang's ears. He opened his eyes drowsily and found that it was the dead of night, and Monk Huiqing was shaking his arms.
"Where are you going, out of town?"
Monk Huiqing tapped Deng Fang's head with his finger: "Leaving the city? Do you think everyone who misses you will go to bed at night? I will take you to change your outfit first."
"Change your outfit?"
"Yeah, let's go, let's go."
Monk Huiqing took Deng Fang's arm and walked slowly outside in the night.
When they arrived at the entrance of the alley, they shook their heads, looked around and saw no one around, and then stepped out of the alley.
Monk Huiqing led Deng Fang around the city. Although Deng Fang didn't know what Monk Huiqing wanted to do, he didn't dare to ask more questions and had to follow him.
Finally, when he reached the door of a tailor shop, Monk Huiqing stopped.
"Just choose this place!"
As he said that, Monk Huiqing stepped on his feet, pulled Deng Fang and jumped over the wall into the courtyard.
After entering the courtyard, the two looked around and walked towards the front hall in the dark.
With a "creak", Monk Huiqing gently opened the door. Through the moonlight coming in through the window, he saw that there were countless costumes of various colors displayed in the front hall.
Monk Huiqing and Deng Fang stepped into the front hall and slowly closed the door without making the slightest sound.
"Old monk, there are so many clothes, which one should we choose?"
Deng Fang looked at these clothes and asked in a lowered voice.
Monk Huiqing looked at him with a very speechless expression and cursed: "It would be nice to have some clothes, you still want to choose?"
As he spoke, Monk Huiqing walked to a wall covered with robes, clasped his hands together, lowered his head and muttered something silently.
The next moment, Monk Huiqing stopped and sighed softly: "That's so good!"
Then he stretched out his hand and picked out two robes on the wall that suited both of them. He handed one of them to Deng Fang and motioned for Deng Fang to try it on.
Deng Fang took the robe and changed it quickly. It felt like it fit him well, but the style was a bit old-fashioned.
"Old monk, please give me another one. This outfit looks like something you would wear at your age."
While monk Huiqing packed the clothes they had changed into with a package, he kicked Deng Fang on the butt angrily: "You brat, why are you so busy? Just change your clothes and leave!"
With that said, Monk Huiqing grabbed Deng Fang's arm and walked slowly out the door.
Just as he was going out, Monk Huiqing suddenly remembered something, turned around and found some fake beards in the house, and then led Deng Fang out of the front hall.
The two came to the courtyard and quietly walked to the base of the wall. Monk Huiqing raised his foot and kicked against the wall, leading Deng Fang out.
When they arrived outside the hospital, Deng Fang saw clearly the clothes of monk Huiqing. He was wearing a coat like a teacher's coat and a small hat. He didn't look like a monk at all.
Monk Huiqing turned to look at Deng Fang, took out the fake beard he just got, and put it on Deng Fang's face.
Deng Fang's outfit has completely changed, and she is no different from an ordinary merchant.
The two looked at each other's current appearance and nodded with satisfaction.
"If you go out of the city late at night, you will definitely attract attention. Let's stay in the city until dawn before leaving." Monk Huiqing said to Deng Fang, and then the two of them found a hidden place in the city and hid.
It was getting slightly brighter, so Monk Huiqing took Deng Fang and walked towards the city gate.
Not long after, the two could already see the city gate and the officers and soldiers guarding the city.
These officers and soldiers had been guarding the door all night. It was not yet time to change shifts, and they were already exhausted. When they saw Monk Huiqing and Deng Fang approaching, they feebly asked why they left the city so early, and then let them go.
The two of them left the city and traveled quickly. In less than half a day, they had left Baolia City far away.
"This time the danger has been saved." Monk Huiqing stood on the boulder on the mountain road, looking at Baolia City in the distance, and said to himself.
Deng Fang let out a long sigh, feeling extremely depressed. The days of running around were really hard.
Seeing Deng Fang's sad face, monk Huiqing said softly: "Boy, for those who are wandering in the world, this little hardship is nothing."
Deng Fang glanced at Monk Huiqing and remained silent.
"Let's go, be more careful next time you enter the city and don't reveal your identity."
Deng Fang nodded, followed Monk Huiqing, and slowly moved forward on the mountain road.
Although the mountain road is difficult to travel, there are wild fruits for hunger and mountain springs for drinking, so Deng Fang does not have to worry about going hungry.
After finally climbing over a mountain, Deng Fang was exhausted. In addition, it was getting late. Monk Huiqing simply found a big tree on the mountainside and took Deng Fang to rest underneath.
Monk Huiqing sat down cross-legged, looked at Deng Fang and sighed helplessly: "Boy, with your foot power, I don't think you will be able to reach Shaolin in another three months."
Deng Fang lay on the ground, rubbed her blistered feet with her hands, and responded casually.
"You think my leg strength is weak and my martial arts skills are low? Then you carry me to Shaolin on your back."
Upon hearing this, Monk Huiqing snorted coldly, turned his head and rested quietly.
Deng Fang lay on her back, looking at the vast night and the stars through the gaps between the leaves.
The evening breeze blew across her face, as if it could blow into Deng Fang's heart. Deng Fang stretched out and felt relaxed and happy.
It’s been a long time since I felt so comfortable!
Deng Fang thought about his experience and found it a bit ridiculous. A few months ago, he was still the young master of the Deng family.
Although he was not welcomed by the people in the house, he still had good food and clothing, but now, he was living in the wilderness and had to go to the Shaolin Temple to become a lay disciple.
Thinking of all these things, I can't help but sigh that life changes so quickly and involuntarily.
In melancholy, Deng Fang looked up and saw a few small, crystal clear red fruits on the tree. She became interested and sat up to look at them carefully.
These small red fruits are already ripe at first glance, hanging precariously on the tree.
Deng Fang stood up and climbed up the tree, wanting to pick it off and taste it.
Monk Huiqing noticed Deng Fang's behavior, turned his head and took a look, then ignored him.
The tree was quite tall, and Deng Fang climbed slowly.
Finally arriving at the branch, Deng Fang hugged the trunk with one hand and stretched out the other hand towards the small red fruit to take it in his hand.
But at this moment, Monk Huiqing suddenly jumped up from the ground with amazing strength, and jumped right in front of Deng Fang.
Deng Fang was a little surprised and didn't know what Monk Huiqing was going to do.
The next moment, Monk Huiqing reached out and grabbed Deng Fang's robe, and pulled Deng Fang down from the tree.
Deng Fang landed on the ground, her feet hurting, and she cursed at Monk Huiqing: "Old monk, are you sick?!"
But just as Deng Fang finished speaking, the branch above covered with small red fruits suddenly exploded, as if it had been blasted away by explosives.
Countless debris fell down and landed around Deng Fang.
This sudden change seemed like a thunderbolt falling on Deng Fang's head. He turned his head, looked at the shapeless branches, and swallowed.
He knew that if Monk Huiqing hadn't taken action, he would have been the one turned into crumbs at this moment!
