****** WARRIOR MONK FROM SHAOLIN
THE ROAD HAD BECOME LESS lonely for Famin Jie. Farmers across the province had begun their harvest and many carried their new crops to several markets throughout the villages and towns. Ox-drawn carts full of fresh produce were just in time for the festival and caused quite a stir in Jie’s belly. He craved a bowl of vegetable noodle soup. Aching feet and a growling stomach made him all the more eager to reach his stopover.
The town really opened up further down the road which led to the heart of a valley. The entrance to the town was marked by a large gate that arched over the road and on its face the sign said Town of Fuza. The festivities had already begun as the townsfolk hustled and bustled to and fro preparing for festivities. Colorful paper lanterns
