If a woman in a brothel is pregnant, the madam will not pay for a doctor, but will boil a pot of abortion medicine and force-fed her to drink it.
The little beggar was very lucky, and even though his mother drank a large bowl of medicine, she still could not conceive.
In this case, the brothel will choose to keep the child. If it is a girl, it will be raised and sold. If it is a boy, it will be discarded.
As soon as the little beggar was born, he was abandoned in the wild. He didn't die, but was raised by wild dogs.
The ruined temple was his shelter. He used the sky as his quilt and the earth as his bed, picking up broken bones and growing up to the age of six while driving away bullies.
He doesn't believe in heaven or fate. Growing wildly like weeds.
The little beggar, who was inconspicuous and no one noticed even if he died, met the noble man in his life, the old monk.
The old monk saved countless people, but the little beggar was the last person he saved.
"A poor monk has been wandering all his life and has never accepted a disciple. Today I accept you as a disciple. Do you have a name?"
The little beggar sneered at this. What's the good of becoming a disciple? He didn't have enough to eat and he had to be restricted by others.
He was used to being alone, so he didn't want to follow this old bald donkey.
He didn't want to.
The old monk just thought he agreed and gave him a Buddhist name with a smile.
'Jiewu'
Nothing - "non-being" relative to "being", that is, "non-existence" relative to "existence".
The little beggar didn't understand.
"What exists and what does not exist, what exists is what exists, and what does not exist means nothing."
The old monk stroked his beard and laughed.
The little beggar has extremely outstanding qualifications to enter Buddhism. He can immediately learn Sanskrit, the text created by the Buddha. He is the innate Buddha's bone that is rare to encounter in a thousand years, and he was born to suffer all kinds of suffering.
The following days.
The old monk took the young monk for alms and taught him the Dharma.
The little beggar didn't want to beg for alms. For him, it was better to steal.
However.
Whenever he went to town to steal something and came back, the old monk would go alone to the home of the owner who had stolen something, apologize at the door, and take all the theft on himself.
As time went by, the little beggar would stop sneaking around and follow the old monk to beg for alms every time he saw him coming back with a bruised face.
The old monk brought a little beggar with him, which became the talk of teahouses and streets in Xitang Town.
Some idle townspeople spread rumors that the little beggar was the son of an old monk.
Received strange looks and derogatory words, the little beggar angrily tried to argue with him, but was stopped by the old monk.
The old monk didn't care.
the second year.
The old monk fell seriously ill, and the little beggar went to beg for alms alone. He encountered the bullies in the town who bullied him in the past.
He was kicked and stoned, all without saying a word. Until those people cursed him.
"You little bastard without a father and a mother, a vile creature from a brothel!"
The six-year-old and immature beggar retorted: "No, my master said that my innate Buddha bones are the light of Buddhism, so they are not cheap bones!"
The bully children were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
The little beggar didn't know what serious consequences his slip of speech would bring.
All he knew was that as long as he could remember, others had ridiculed and belittled his origins.
Obviously they all have one nose and two eyes, so why is he shorter than them when he was born in a brothel?
After saying this, the little beggar received another severe beating.
He limped to Huichun Hall to seek medicine.
The little beggar's past stealing behavior aroused the disgust and rejection of the whole town. The doctor of Huichun Hall also refused to give him medicine.
The little beggar tasted regret for the first time.
He knelt at the door of Huichun Hall and kept kowtowing.
He only got along with the old monk for a year, but the little beggar didn't want to see the old monk die.
He kowtowed for a long time, his head was broken, and his blood flowed all over the floor. The doctor at Huichuntang couldn't bear it anymore and gave him medicine.
The little beggar stumbled back to the ruined temple.
The old monk woke up and saw the injuries all over his body, especially his forehead, which had not yet healed, and traces of blood flowing down his jaw. He got up and bandaged the little beggar.
"Does it hurt?"
The little beggar grinned in pain and pretended not to be in pain.
"It doesn't hurt at all!"
The old monk was both distressed and funny.
Another year has passed.
There was a drought in Xitang Town. The rivers that divided the town on both sides dried up, the wells dried up, and the ground cracked. The townspeople died one after another, and corpses littered the fields.
Xuanhe Guan, the master of the temple speaks.
The little beggar is the reincarnation of the Drought Demon, and it will only rain if he is burned.
The townspeople took advantage of the night and came to the outside of the ruined temple holding torches.
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Jiang Yao told what happened in the dream while digging the soil.
Bai Mao had just woken up and felt dizzy. He held the shovel and dug mechanically, only hearing a general outline.
Zong Lin listened to everything.
This place used to be a ruined temple and was later rebuilt. The townspeople in Xitang Town set fire to the ruined temple, and both the old monk and the young beggar died in the temple.
"The old monk is innocent, so all this is his revenge?" Zong Lin asked.
Jiang Yao asked instead: "Do you believe the words of the master of Xuanhe Temple?"
The little beggar was the reincarnation of Drought Demon, which caused the drought in Xitang Town.
Zong Lin sorted out all the previous clues.
Xuanhe Temple, now a wasteland, and the mad Taoist priest who has been tortured by having his head broken and his bones broken...
I vaguely remember the crazy words uttered by the crazy Taoist priest.
'Buddha's Bones and Evil Ghost Statue'
Zong Lin figured it out: "It is the little beggar who takes revenge on Xitang Town and Xuanhe Temple."
He still has something unknown.
"If the young novice is a beggar, where is the old monk?"
After they entered the strange realm, they did not see the old monk.
"Could it be that...the white-haired old man we met for the first time and brought us to Yizhuang is the old monk?"
Zong Lin remembered that day, the white-haired old man appeared on a rainy day, then left mysteriously, never to appear again.
Jiang Yao shook his head.
The old man is not ordained, and he knows Xitang Town very well. It is more likely that he is the mayor of this town.
Find the dawn.
No remains were found.
Jiang Yao said: "Go to Xuanhe Temple."
As soon as they stepped out of Yizhuang, they saw that Xitang Town, shrouded in mist in the distance, was melting. That's right, the bricks and tiles are overflowing with thick black water like melted wax. Not only the town, but also the ground is like a quicksand swamp. If you step on it, you will sink into it.
Jiang Yao said: "Run."
Zong Lin put his white hair on his back, grabbed Jiang Yao's arm, and immediately ran towards the town.
They were attacked by zombies from all directions, and the quicksand ground restricted them. They didn't run long before they fell into the mud.
The wind blown by Zong Lin's talent [Black Falcon] accelerated their pace.
Jiang Yao, who was dragged into the town quickly, saw a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. His pupils suddenly narrowed and he turned back to stare at the zombies.
She clearly saw a zombie with a face exactly like hers.
Not only himself, but also Zong Lin and Baimao.
And there was more than one, she saw three zombies with the same face and figure as herself.
Jiang Yao felt a chill running down her spine, and a chill shot up from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice cellar.
It seems that he has not yet awakened from his dream as a young novice.
But she quickly denied it.
Jiang Yao remembered that a few days ago, Bai Mao also saw a zombie that looked exactly like him.
There is something wrong with this strange realm.
