Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 1 Crossing Yitian
Wu Xian looked at his shriveled hands and panicked. Somehow, he turned into a ten-year-old child with an empty, deflated and painful stomach, hungry and thirsty, and his heart became even more panicked.

Right now Wu Xian is in a town, pedestrians are hurrying to and fro, all of them are withered and emaciated, with numb expressions, they don't care about the child lying on the edge of the wall, and Wu Xian doesn't care about the indifferent eyes of passers-by, Wu Xian can only open his mouth, weak The voice asked the people around for help.

After the passers-by took a look at it, many of them looked sympathetic, but shook their heads in distress, and then left as if they didn't know. Some people passed by with numb faces, like a machine.

Seeing this situation, the hungry Wu Xian felt even more urgent, but he missed his past life even more. Although he was not rich, he did not worry about food and drink. He felt desperate and tired, thinking: "Now my legs are weak, my body is weak, and my body is weak." I am weak and unable to stand up, passers-by are watching coldly, it seems that the time of death is approaching." He couldn't help but sighed heavily, and then fell into a deep sleep exhausted.

As soon as I fell asleep, it was that fierce nightmare again. In the dream, I was in pitch darkness, only a sandalwood platform three feet in front of me was clearly visible. On the platform was an ancient copper stove, and a few wisps of green smoke wafted from the three pillars of incense. , hahaha, hehehei, jiejiejie... all kinds of weird laughter rang out, and there was also a loud and distant voice that was inaudible, Wu Xian was startled into a cold sweat, and suddenly woke up .

After waking up, the first smell of meat aroused the hunger in his stomach, and Wu Xian, who was suffering from hunger and cold, felt even hungrier. It was already late at night, the sky was full of stars, and a crescent moon was in the sky, so bright. Bright night.

At a glance, a big Buddha in the temple is already in dilapidated condition. The head of the Buddha seems to be broken directly, and the fracture is uneven. After years of washing, it is no longer clear. Looking at the sky, it is still a shelter from the wind and rain, and Wu Xian has no right to be picky.

"Little devil woke up." A slightly hoarse and vicissitudes voice sounded, Wu Xian looked along the voice, the man looked about 50 years old, his face was dry and sallow, his body was thin, his hair was tied up with a cloth belt, and his clothes were tattered and patched. Dirty and messy clothes, a broken bowl, and a tree stick by his side, Wu Xian could tell at a glance that he was a beggar.

Wu Xian's heart darkened, and he thought: "So what about a beggar, my life was saved by this sloppy old beggar, and I am not even as good as a beggar now." Thinking of this, he felt even more disappointed in his heart, lowered his head, and his eyes became darker .

Seeing the loss and despair in the young man's eyes, the old beggar felt even more sympathy and pity in his heart, thinking: "In this hateful world, hateful Tartars, human life is worthless."

The old beggar looked at Wu Xian with pity, and said, "When I first saw you, you were lying on the corner of the street. It's pitiful to be alone, but I don't know where your relatives are?"

Wu Xian gritted his teeth and shook his head. In his previous life, he was a happy family, but he was hit by a car and seriously injured. The surviving consciousness was muddled. He was in a "dark" and weird space. He died after being rescued, but somehow he came to this place. The world, but to be able to live another life, although Wu Xian felt pain in his heart, he couldn't help feeling a little lucky.

The old beggar sighed, took the roast chicken off the fire, tore off a greasy chicken leg and handed it to Wu Xian, and simply said: "Eat." Then he untied the wine gourd around his waist, drank and ate by himself. chicken.

The hungry Wu Xian didn't care too much, he gorged on the chicken leg, and finished eating within two or three bites. After eating, he sat quietly at the side, staring at the raging fire, frowning and thinking.

The old beggar thought that Wu Xian would beg for food, but he did not expect to be so sensible, so strong, a ten-year-old child can hold back his hunger, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Wu Xian was sensible, but some ideas were born in his heart.

I live alone, how is it different from that little boy? Is he a loner, who will starve to death on the street someday, or be killed by someone and die on the street. To collect the corpse, if it is better to take Wu Xian as his grandson, the two depend on each other for life, and they will have a companion in the future.

But I don't know if his relatives are still alive. If he is lost with his relatives, helping him find relatives and friends is also counted as accumulating merit.Seeing the pitiful Wu Xian at the side, the old beggar tore off another large piece of chicken, "Boy, catch it."

"By the way, are your parents, relatives and friends still alive? If you are lost, I will help you find them." The old beggar looked at Wu Xian who was curled up and asked.

Wu Xian has no memory, but he said affirmatively: "I am lonely and have no shelter. I was seriously ill a few days ago. I have missed a lot of memory and know very little." The allusion that he eats his own son, thinking that he was either an orphan or abandoned, Wu Xian sighed bitterly, or he could only wait to die.

When Wu Xian was sad, Wu Xian observed the old beggar with his eyes, Wu Xian's strong desire to survive burst out, Wu Xian looked at the old beggar with begging eyes, kowtowed respectfully and said: "Old man, can you help me?" I can make a living by being a servant, a book boy, etc. I eat very little and am willing to suffer."

As long as the old beggar saved Wu Xian's life, coupled with the old beggar's enthusiasm and willingness to help Wu Xian find relatives, he could afford Wu Xian's kneeling ceremony.

The old beggar originally wanted to take Wu Xian as his grandson, but Wu Xian spoke to him first. The old beggar thought for a while and said, "If you don't dislike me as an old beggar who is penniless, you are willing to sleep with me, and eat the last meal without the next meal." , just follow me, I just hope that when I am old, you can bury me in the ground." Perhaps because Wu Xian felt that he was taking kindness in return, the old beggar said again: "If you don't want to be with me Together, I will try my best to help you find a way out, now you can choose for yourself."

Wu Xian hurriedly kowtowed, with a few red marks on his forehead, and said excitedly: "I am willing to follow the old man. I only hope that the old man will not dislike my clumsiness, and I am willing to serve the old man."

The old beggar hurriedly helped Wu Xian up. He had been alone for most of his life. Now that he was old and had grandchildren, he couldn't help crying, and said excitedly: "Old beggar, I have been single for most of my life. Now you are with me. You don't have to be a slave, you just do it." I love Sun."

Wu Xian was moved in his heart. Before he was lying alone on the side of the street in despair. He could really feel the love and love of the old beggar. He said gratefully, "Grandpa, from now on, my grandson will be filial to you."

"Okay, okay, I, old man Li, is a widower, and now I have a grandson." Li Yongchang hugged Wu Xian and wept bitterly.

　The writing in the early stage was wrong, and I wrote less for Sleeping Arhat, so I will try to lean on it later.Sorry, newcomer and new book, I can't grasp the point.

　　
　
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