The weather was hot and it was hard to cry.
On the way to Beijing, it was a bumpy road. The old monk called for his return home and there were thick calluses on his feet. They were worn out and worn until the phalanges were so swollen that he did not stop.
Along the way, he had to make a living by begging alchemy, his body was in tatters and his clothes were not covered, but the old monk still made it to where he is today.
But how much energy do people have? Under such suffering, no matter how tenacious you are, you will fall down.
The old monk's lips were chapped and his eyes were sunken. Under the scorching sun, traces of sweat flowed down his cheeks until the sweat became less and less.
He searched everywhere, but he couldn't find that the water here had dried up and there was no water everywhere.
The old monk breathed a sigh of relief and looked for him.
I knocked on several doors in succession, but without exception I was kicked out.
"Where is the beggar? Let's go."
"Master, it's better to look elsewhere."
I searched several houses but couldn't even get a bowl of water.
The old monk walked aimlessly on the street. His steps were shaky and he seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, so he sat down on the street and planned to take a rest.
"Crack."
But a stone was thrown over.
"Hello."
He saw a little beggar looking at him on the side of the street.
The old monk paused for a moment, then stepped forward.
"I've met the little benefactor."
The little beggar paused, his eyes puzzled.
But he didn't care about this, he just waved his hand and said: "Why don't you give to others? Old man, I tell you, this is my territory, if you want to beg for food, go somewhere else!"
The old monk opened his mouth and said, "The poor monk is just resting here for a while and will leave immediately."
After hearing this, the little beggar raised his eyebrows and said, "Then I have to find another place to rest. Anyway, it's not possible here. I'll beg for money if I'm delayed."
The old monk sighed after hearing this and stood up immediately.
His steps staggered, and he walked forward step by step.
Seeing this, the little beggar sat down again and stopped making things difficult for the man.
He looked around and saw that the old monk was swaying more and more as he walked.
The little beggar paused, and as expected, the old monk fell to the side while walking.
"Crack."
That body as thin as dry wood fell to the ground without making any splashes, making no sound.
The little beggar was startled, but he didn't care and turned his head away from looking at it.
As the old monk fell, someone on the roadside also noticed this scene.
"What's going on with this guy?"
"I don't know. He collapsed while walking."
"Don't go, be careful of someone trying to blackmail you!"
People on the street watched, but no one came forward, no one dared to go.
Some people took one look and left, and the people surrounding the old monk changed circles again and again, as if everyone was used to it.
With the drought this year, a few people will always die of thirst.
The little beggar sitting on the street listened to the discussion among the crowd. He glanced through the crowd again, but he still looked back.
The little beggar opened his mouth and said to himself: "What does it have to do with me!"
He hummed softly, as if indifferent.
But the next moment, he gritted his teeth and stood up.
"Your grandma is stupid! I'm so unlucky, young master!"
The little beggar walked towards the place where the old monk fell.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
The little beggar squeezed into the crowd. He grabbed the old monk's hand and helped him up with difficulty.
"You little beggar, why are you squeezing?"
"Is it in your way?"
"Hey, you're quite stubborn. If you starve to death someday, no one will pick up your body."
"Do your X thing!"
The little beggar cursed and then carried the old monk towards the alley.
After all, it can't be left on the street for people to look at.
The little beggar thought that he would not be able to carry it, but what he did not expect was that the man was not as heavy as him. Although it was still difficult, he was still able to carry the old monk away.
"Old man, it's really unlucky for me to meet you!"
The little beggar cursed, gritted his teeth and carried him into the alley, and put it down as soon as his hand loosened.
The old monk on his shoulders fell down and leaned against the wall.
The little beggar kicked him and asked, "Are you still angry?"
Seeing no response, he squatted down and tested it.
There is still a slight weak breath.
But he is probably not far away from dying.
"unlucky!"
The little beggar cursed, and then said: "I tell you, if it weren't for my kindness, you don't know how long you would have been lying there on the street. Maybe you would have been thrown into a mass grave at night, and you would have woken up." You have to be scared to death.”
He snorted coldly and said: "In return, how about I give you something? You are about to die anyway, so you might as well give me an advantage."
The little beggar folded his hands, opened his mouth and spoke again.
"If you don't speak, you are acquiescing."
The little beggar then started groping around the old monk.
"Poor!"
The little beggar kept cursing while rummaging around.
He thought there was nothing valuable left.
Unexpectedly, he found three copper coins in the inner pocket of the tattered clothes.
The little beggar held the three copper coins in his hand and threw them away, saying, "It's a little bit of money, so I'm not at a loss."
He smiled, then knelt down and patted the old monk on the shoulder.
"Just go and be good. I will help you spend the remaining three coins. Consider it a gesture of kindness. You will definitely be rewarded in your next life."
The little beggar laughed, and then left the alley with three copper coins.
He took the money to buy a steamed bun and a bowl of water.
I can keep him from starving to death for two days.
Three copper coins are enough for it to survive for three or four days.
The little beggar carefully tasted the water he just bought. There are often droughts here in summer and there is water shortage every year. There are often merchants selling water, and the asking price is not high. A bowl of water costs one copper, which is naturally a big price. bowl.
For the little beggar, this bowl of water is even more delicious than the steamed buns.
I ate a steamed bun with a bowl of water.
The little beggar was probably full. He patted his belly and still had a penny left.
He looked across the street to the unconscious old monk in the alley.
The little beggar paused. Thinking of such an old monk who was not as heavy as him, he felt pity for a moment.
He sighed and said, "Who makes me a good person?"
Looking at the penny, he hesitated for a long time and walked towards the water vendor again.
With the last penny, I bought a bowl of water.
The little beggar thought in his mind, if the man has not died yet, then the bowl of water will be given to the man. If he has died, it will be his.
He carefully carried the bowl of water and walked towards the old monk.
Until he came to the dying old monk.
"Old guy, are you dead or not?"
The little beggar frowned and stretched out his hand to test.
"It's so alive!"
The little beggar cursed, then squatted down and fed the water from the bowl into the old monk's mouth.
Go in bit by bit.
I accidentally wasted some of it.
"What a pity, what a pity!"
The little beggar felt some pain in his body and shook his head repeatedly.
After feeding him half a bowl of water, he saw the old monk coughing suddenly.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The old monk opened his eyes weakly and said.
"Thank you...little donor..."
