Wu Dayi and the others decided to make do for the night at Zhang Xiaofan's home.
Zhang Xiaofan carefully tidied up his house, as though doing so might make him feel a little better.
The other senior brothers helped clean up too. They even made simple repairs to some of the badly run-down places in the village, at least making it look less desolate and dilapidated.
Little Fatty, meanwhile, had begun his treasure hunt. He rummaged through Zhang Xiaofan's home and found a few little toys, which delighted him to no end. After asking Zhang Xiaofan, he put them in their bundle, ready to take them along!
When Song Daren and the other Qingyun Disciples had discovered the Grass Temple Village massacre, they had buried the villagers' bodies behind the village.
Zhang Xiaofan had no idea which of the many mounds was his mother's, or which was his father's!
At the thought, sorrow welled up all the more. He tended to every grave, one by one, and didn't finish until nightfall!
Zhang Xiaofan personally set incense and candles in front of every grave. Wu Dayi had found them somewhere. He kowtowed several times with utmost reverence, then stared blankly for a long while before turning away, reluctant to leave.
That evening, Fifth Senior Brother and Sixth Senior Brother caught a few wild animals and gathered some fruit. When Zhang Xiaofan returned, Sixth Senior Brother was being ordered around by Luo Yunji until he was nearly ready to collapse.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan hurriedly took over the cooking, and Du Bishu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"I finally understand why the food you make is so delicious, Seventh Senior Brother!" Sixth Senior Brother collapsed to one side, watching Zhang Xiaofan deftly prepare the ingredients as he panted.
"Are you really