Once the shopkeeper had walked away, Meng asked, "Xiaohua, when... when did you come to this restaurant?"
"Five years ago." Zhang Xiaohua said meaningfully, "Back then, I spent fifty copper coins on a meal here!"
"Hahaha, fifty copper coins?" During this time since leaving the Incense-Passing Cult, Meng had gradually come to understand what fifty copper coins meant. She could not help covering her mouth and laughing, but before she could finish, she suddenly woke up with a start and grabbed Zhang Xiaohua's arm. "Xiaohua... you... did you say five years ago? Wasn't... wasn't that exactly when I met you?"
"Yes, it was!" Zhang Xiaohua nodded solemnly. "It was five years ago that I met you and Master Jingxuan outside Poyang Town!"
"Heaven bless us, Heaven bless us." Meng's eyes nearly filled with tears. With her palms pressed together, she gave her most devout thanks to the heavens.
Meng's memories began from the time she met Master Jingxuan. If they could find the place where she had met Master Jingxuan, then nine times out of ten, they would be able to find her origins. Yet after Meng followed Master Jingxuan back to the Incense-Passing Cult, she had never come out again. Master Jingxuan had never told her where she had found Meng either. Later, Master Jingxuan met with a poisonous hand, and Meng had no one left to ask.
Master Chang Geng of Great Forest Temple had written Poyang Town on the list. But before they could search this final Poyang Town, the two of them had given up. Had they not encountered Qu Zhigao on Qiu Long Mountain and spoken of Poyang Town, they probably would not have detoured here for a look!
"Then... shouldn't we hurry over and look for that ferry crossing and that thatched cottage?" Meng