Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 2 Sleeping Arhat
In this night's dream, Wu Xian had an extremely weird but very real dream.

It was still the darkened room, the sandalwood platform and the copper furnace, and the eighteen arhat statues kept turning around the room, laughing in strange tones and saying some strange words.

"The golden body in front of the Buddha, the return of the Arhat...Wu Xian, you are a good man of the third generation. You were supposed to be blessed for a lifetime, but you did not end well by accident. Now you are a human being again. Now you are fully enlightened. Drunk back to dream mentality, I will teach you Sleeping Dream Arhat Boxing, I hope you will make good use of it, accept it."

"Phew." Wu Xian, whose dirty clothes were soaked in cold sweat, suddenly sat up and clenched his fists. Feeling the strength in his arms, all the fatigue and pain in the past disappeared. Wu Xian stood up and jumped. Counting down, Guo Jue was relaxed and buoyant, with a light body, Wu Xian felt as if he could jump two or three meters at a time.

But Wu Xian was slightly surprised. The Huimeng Xinfa and Sleeping Arhat Boxing were played by his grandfather when he was a child. When he was a child, he really used them as martial arts cheats, but he made himself happy for a long time, and he practiced them for a few years with great enthusiasm. Only when I grew up slowly did I realize that the ignorance and cuteness of childhood were cute. I didn't expect that I really learned that boxing technique.

Wu Xian was dazed for a while, "You're awake." Li Yongchang poured out the water in the broken basin, twisted the folded thick cloth strips clean, put them away again, and said, "You didn't know what happened last night, and your whole body burned. He was in a hurry, and he even said something like 'sleeping arhat' in a daze, but it made me anxious." Wu Xian clearly saw that his pants were torn off, and was moved.

Seeing his tired face, Wu Xian blamed himself and said, "I'm sorry, Li...Grandpa, it's okay, I'm fine now, I can jump and dance." Wu Xian also jumped twice, proving that what he said was true .

Old man Li grinned, showing his big yellow teeth. He touched Wu Xian's head and said, "You don't have to be restrained. We, grandpa and grandson, will live a good life in the future. You don't need to call me grandpa. We sons and daughters of the world don't have those restraints. I If you don’t like that, just call me Old Beggar or Old Man Li.”

Wu Xian was moved in his heart, and said mischievously: "Okay, then I will not be polite, old beggar, you are an old beggar, I am your grandson, then I am a little beggar, you can call me little beggar, whee."

"Haha, you little troublemaker." Old man Li happily clapped his hands and laughed, but his eyes were slightly wet with tears. This was the happiest day in these years.

Seeing that Wu Xian, who had already recovered from the sun and was extremely healthy, stepped forward, Wu Xian asked, "Master Li, where are we going now?"

Old man Li held Wu Xian's hand, and said cordially, "Let's go all the way to the east, to Dadu, the capital city, where the beggar gang's sub-altar gathers disciples." The cloth belt was originally thought to be just for holding things, but unexpectedly it is a status symbol of the disciples of the Beggar Clan.

Wu Xian thought to himself: "If Master Li is a disciple of the beggar gang, he can be counted on in this troubled world, but why did he not travel thousands of miles to Dadu?"

Wu Xian rubbed his head and asked: "Why are we going to Dadu? Where is Dadu?" Old man Li stroked Wu Xian's messy hair and said lovingly: "There are many people like us there. The beggar reported to the group to keep warm, Grandpa, I still have some things to do there."

Old Qi added: "Now we are in troubled times, the Tartars are vicious and cruel, and they tortured and killed our people in the Central Plains. The emperor of the Tartars has committed a heinous crime. Grandpa went to Dadu this time to collect intelligence and information in Dadu with the heart of serving the country. "

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wu Xian with some guilt, and said, "It's just a pity that you are in danger with me. The Tartars are cruel and stingy, and take pleasure in killing Han people. If someone asks you my surname along the way, just say Wu. Then If the Tartars want to kill all the Han people with the surnames Zhang, Wang, Liu, Li, and Zhao, most of the Han people will be wiped out."

Wu Xian was startled, and couldn't help breaking out in cold sweat, but said affirmatively: "Grandpa, the child is not afraid, as long as he can stay by Grandpa's side, the grandson will not be afraid wherever he goes."

"Son, good boy." The old beggar was moved in his heart, hugging Wu Xian and said emotionally.

Now that Wu Xian recovered, the old beggar received the order from the elders of the beggar gang to go to Dadu and immediately set off for Dadu. The two were in Tongchuan, Shaanxi, and they were heading east to Dadu, the capital city.

The journey was tiring, the mountains were high and the water was far away, and the old beggar had no gold or silver. Wu Xian was no more than half a child.

Fortunately, the old beggar has the ability to beg all over. If there is a charity from a good person, the two will have no worries about food and clothing. If no one gives charity, they can only "rob the rich and help the poor".But old beggars don't take gold, silver and jewels, and don't admire jewellery, they only take common clothes and food.

One night it was dark and windy, in a dilapidated temple, about ten miles away from the nearest county town, at this time the two had not been seen for several days, and the dry food had been eaten, and it took about three incense sticks for old man Li to go out , so he brought two roast chickens and returned with a pot of wine, Wu Xian knew that there is really light kung fu in the world, which can fly over walls, if not, where did the old roast chicken wine come from.

Although the old man Li has a peerless lightness kung fu, he is already old and old, and Wu Xian is a ten-year-old child, the two of them walk very slowly, and they have no horse or car.

Along the way, I met many heroes and bandits, but they were dressed in rags and penniless, and old man Li was a disciple of the Beggars' Gang. Jianghu, so the heroes from all walks of life still give a little face to the beggars' gang.

Every time Wu Xian dreamed of being taught martial arts by immortals, he learned Huimeng Xinfa and Sleeping Arhat Boxing. However, his body was still weak and his internal strength was not enough. If the boxing skills were just completed, the strength would be insufficient.

When old man Li saw Wu Xian performing the Sleeping Arhat Fist, he was both surprised and delighted. He suspected that his martial arts were passed down from a dream by an immortal, and he was even more surprised and respectful, and he loved Wu Xian even more.

Although old man Li is excellent in lightness kung fu, his martial arts are rather weak and not popular. He is only an unknown soldier in the world, and he is extremely cautious, so his lightness kung fu has never been revealed to others, so even the members of the beggar gang don't know that he is as light as a swallow Xue Wuhen.

(End of this chapter)