Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 49 Thrilling
The stone wall flashed in front of my eyes like a picture scroll, holding an umbrella in my hand, the howling wind when I fell, my clothes and trousers rose one after another, and the flesh on my face was also deformed by the wind, wrinkled into thick folds one by one, and my hands The umbrella exuded a strong force, and it hurt his arm.

The falling resistance formed waves of strong winds, and the iron umbrella clanged under the strong wind, shaking violently, as if it was about to fall apart, and the momentum of falling did not decrease. Seeing the ground getting closer, and the surrounding jungles dense, There are no lakes or rivers, Wu Xian is full of regrets, and his thoughts change sharply: If there is no life for the protagonist, don't play like the protagonist.

The speed of the fall was getting faster and faster, and there was a huge stone wall suddenly. Wu Xian's eyes turned hard, and he stepped on his left foot violently. The strength of his whole body was concentrated on his leg. When his left leg touched the stone wall, a huge pressure gathered. On the leg, the pain of broken bones suddenly hit the nerves, Wu Xian's eyes were full of anger, he clenched his steel teeth, the veins burst out on his face, he yelled hoarsely, and when he kicked back with force, his left leg broke with a bang , although the downward trend was slightly slowed down, but the left leg was drooping weakly.

Wu Xian looked at the ground that was still a hundred feet below, endured the severe pain in his left leg, gritted his teeth, and quickly lifted the grapple at his waist. With sharp eyes and quick hands, he threw the grapple in an instant, and the grapple was firmly hooked on a rock wall, holding Wu Xian of the rope drew a slanted line, and quickly slammed into the sharp stone wall.

With a plop, Wu Xian slammed sideways into the stone wall fiercely, his face, chest, hands, and legs were all scratched by the stone blade, bright blood was stained instantly, and then he fell straight down, splashing a wave of dust when he landed.

Wu Xian opened his left eye tiredly, panting heavily in his chest, looked weakly at the green leaves above his head, swaying gently in the breeze, although his body was covered with bruises, he couldn't help but feel happy that he was still alive.All the bones in his body were falling apart, and his limbs felt like needles being pierced by stone hammers. The pain was unbearable.

Wu Xian's complexion was painful, and he endured the pain by himself, running the Nine Suns Manual to recover from his injuries. After touching for about an hour, Wu Xian's panting sound was slightly calm, and the pain on his body was also relieved a lot. Wu Xian struggled to stand up, and the iron umbrella in his hand acted as a Crutches, limping, limping off the hillside.

Wu Xian could feel the heavy suffocation in his lungs every time he took a breath, and every movement of his body would affect the wound. Wu Xian watched the weather gradually darken, and there were several howling wolves on the mountain, which was creepy. Xian thought: It's summer, there are many poisonous insects among the grass, trees and stones, my left leg is seriously injured, and there are wolves in the forest.

I was very lucky. I turned around and found a natural shelter. It was under a cliff, and the stone wall above it protruded to form a natural shelter from the wind and rain. , Wu Xian sat cross-legged on the ground, using kung fu to repair himself.

The next day, the sun was rising, the breeze was blowing, the leaves were rustling, and a kingfisher was standing on the branch and singing continuously, as if waking up the newborn forest, and then the singing of insects and birds gradually became lighter, and the whole nature was rejuvenated.
"What, it's so noisy that I can't sleep." Wu Xian scolded angrily. It turned out that he had been recovering from his exercises last night, so he didn't close his eyes to rest until early morning.

In desperation, Wu Xian dragged his numb left leg from the acupuncture points and walked towards the village down the mountain.

Until noon, Wu Xian, who was standing on the hillside, saw the fields below the mountain, the smoke rising from the kitchen, which made Wu Xian's hanging mood settle down.

Hard work pays off.Before nightfall, Wu Xian finally arrived at the village. His face was full of wounds and scars, all of which were very hideous. At the same time, it was pitch black and covered with black mud, like a black-faced ghost. Covered with leaves and soil, he really lived up to his status as a disciple of the beggar gang.

At the entrance of the village, there were two or three urchins playing with the river, piled up mud, and kneaded the mud and water into figures one by one. , The old man who sat leisurely on a stool, and the old man with a cane and a kind face stood on the high platform.

Wu Xian approached step by step, disturbing the children, as if frightening them, so he ran into the village in a panic, and even accidentally stepped on the clay figurine.

Wu Xian felt a little uncertain, and forced himself to calm down and thought: I only hope that the people in the village are honest and kind, if the folk customs are tough and thieves, my body is powerless to resist, like meat on a chopping board, I can only be slaughtered , At the same time, Wu Xian also secretly decided in his heart that he must not put himself in a dangerous situation in the future.

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Ten days later, Wu Xian stood at the entrance of the village to bid farewell to the village. The village head brought a group of children to see him off. Wu Xian has been living in the village head's house for ten days, and the village head has been taking good care of him, so he can recover so quickly.

A group of children were crying bitterly, crying loudly, and some of them were like chubby, crying solemnly, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"Little Fatty, don't cry, next time Brother Xian comes back, I will take you to play in the Central Plains."

"Erzhu, you too, you have to eat well, or you will be like a bamboo pole in the future, long and thin, and you have to be tall and strong like a pillar to protect Xiaohua and the village."

"Little Hua, if you cry again, you will become a little cat, and Erzhuzi won't want you."

Because when Wu Xian was recovering from his injuries in the village, Aunt Wang would often ask Aunt Wang to help bring some food to the children from the town and tell them stories, so the children were extremely dependent on him.

Wu Xian watched Yiyi bid farewell to the children, moved in his heart, unable to part with each other, quietly gave each child five copper coins, the money was not much, only enough to buy five bunches of candied haws.

When Uncle Wang went hunting in the mountains, he often brought back some herbs, and Aunt Wang also helped to buy medicine and supplements from the market, so Wu Xian secretly hid ten taels of silver in the stove, and he would find it when the meal came.

The village head worked hard to treat him, spared no effort, took good care of him, and even couldn't sleep for a long time on the first night. Wu Xian hid 30 taels of silver under the bedside pillow to express his gratitude.

After Wu Xian left the village, he carried a cage on his back and walked in the mountains with slightly incomplete steps. The fire umbrella was high above his head, and the entire hillside was shrouded in the golden light of fire. Golden waterfall.

Walking into a dense green forest, the scorching heat dissipated a lot, now more than half a month has passed, Zhang Wuji must have been jumping up and down in a hurry.Wu Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled faintly in his heart. He looked up again at the bumpy mountain road, and the exposed and sunny mountain road on the mountainside. He was full of laziness. Anyway, more than ten days have passed, and it’s not bad at all. Time, so the movement is slower.

Walking and stopping, looking down at the wild flowers with white flowers and yellow stamens, a colorful butterfly stopped leisurely.When looking from a distance, the cicadas sing in the trees, as clear as a piano.

(End of this chapter)