The temple has been abandoned for years, with a crumbling roof that leaks when it rains, and a huge golden Buddha statue in the center of the temple covered in dust and hung with cobwebs.

The floor of the temple was clean, covered with hay and patched cloth, and on it lay a tattered boy who looked to be five or six years old.

The little boy's face turned pale, he curled up, biting his lip so hard that sweat was on his forehead.

The old beggar's eyes were red in distress, and he was anxious but unable to do anything on the side, "Fusang, what's wrong with you?" Don't scare grandpa. ”

It was fine just now, the two of them talked and laughed, but this time he fell, and the old beggar didn't know what to do.

"Buddha, Buddha, please bless the Buddha, ask the Buddha to bless Fuso." The old beggar really couldn't do anything, so he turned his head and knelt on the ground to kowtow to the golden Buddha, and made a crisp sound on the ground again and again, and red marks appeared on his forehead.

"Is there anybody, is anyone there?"

Hearing the voice, the old beggar stopped kowtowing, stood up at once, and walked out excitedly, "Someone, someone!" Please save my grandson. ”

Duan Tangtang and the others hurried to the temple according to what the beggar said, and the moment they saw the old beggar, Duan Tangtang was overjoyed, "Uncle." ”

The old beggar also recognized Duan Tangtang as the one who gave him food and broken silver, "This kind girl, please save my grandson." ”

Bai Wuyi said: "Uncle, don't worry, you're fine, right?" And what's wrong with your grandson? ”

"I'm fine, I don't know, I was fine just now, but suddenly I collapsed." The old beggar led them into the temple.

Seeing Fusang's painful appearance, Duan Tangtang had a faint guess and asked, "Uncle, did you give him a pastry to eat?" ”

The old man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Yes." ”

"That's right," Duan Tangtang said, "Childe, please give me the medicine." ”

The man handed her the water bladder he had tied around his waist, and the water bladder contained the medicine that could dissolve the intestines.

Duan Tangtang took it, then knelt beside Fusang, picked up his head and put it on his lap. Fusang's teeth were tightly closed, and she forced it open, pouring the medicine into it, and a lot of medicine leaked out during the process.

Seeing this, the old man hesitated and said, "Girl, what are you drinking for my grandson?" ”

"He was poisoned by a poison called Broken Intestine Grass, and this girl fed him an antidote." The man comforted him and said, "Uncle, don't worry, your grandson will be fine soon." ”

"Really? Thank you, childe, thank you, girl. The old beggar thanked him for his kindness, "thanks to a few well-wishers." ”

Duan Tangtang wiped the potion on Fusang's clothes, and after wiping it, he got up and helped up the old beggar who kept bending down to thank him, and said guiltily: "Uncle, you don't have to thank you, your grandson will be poisoned because of me." ”

"Well, girl, what do you mean by that?" The old beggar was stunned for a moment.

Duan Tangtang told the old beggar what happened.

"There is such a vicious person in the world! Luckily girl, you're okay. The old beggar was indignant.

Duan Tangtang said uneasily: "Uncle, don't you blame me? ”

The old beggar shook his head, "The poisoning of my grandson is not deliberately done by the girl, and the girl is so bodhisattva-hearted, giving us food and silver, how can I blame you." ”

has received several favors from Duan Tangtang, the old beggar is grateful to her, and the poison is not from her, and he is not a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong, since Fusang is fine, he will not make trouble unreasonably and hold on to this matter.

After Fuso drank the medicine, his condition improved.

Maybe it was because Fusang was such a young child, Duan Tangtang and the others were moved by compassion and planned to wait in the temple for Fusang to be completely well before leaving.

The old beggar hugged Fusang and patted his chest gently, while Duan Tangtang and Bai Wuyi, as well as Shang Lu, sat on the ground in front of their grandson.

"You're saying that Fuso isn't your own grandson?"

"yes." The old beggar nodded, revealing a nostalgic look, "Three years ago, I saw a sleeping child under the Fusang tree, it was Fusang. At that time, he still had a note on his body, and he didn't write his name, but wrote his age and birthday, saying that his family was in the middle of the road and could not be raised. It didn't say what his name was, thinking that since I had picked it up under the Fuso tree, I named him Fuso. ”

"The old man, I have no relatives, my body is not good, I can't work, I don't want to go to the store, I can only live by begging, I am always full and hungry, Fusang has been displaced with me in recent years, and I have suffered a lot."

Thinking of the past days, although bitter, but the grandfather and grandson accompanied each other, but also bitter and happy, the old beggar couldn't help but show a smile, this way, even if the two have no blood, the relationship between them has gone beyond the relationship of blood, they are each other's only family.

"It's inevitable that such a young child would be ......abandoned in the wilderness just because his family was in the middle of the road," the man sighed and shook his head.

Duan Tangtang frowned and said, "They didn't think about it, what if Fusang was taken away by a wild beast, or even if he wasn't taken away by a wild beast, Fusang would starve to death before anyone could take him up?" ”

"Fortunately, the old man showed up in time." Bai Wuyi Road. If it weren't for the old man, Fusang would be such a young child, maybe something bad would have happened.

The four of them chatted for a while, and the poison in Fusang's body was completely gone, and he gradually came to his senses.

"Grandpa......"

"Fuso, are you still uncomfortable?"

Fusang shook his head slightly, caught a glimpse of Duan Tangtang and the others, and asked, "Grandpa, who are they?" ”

The old beggar said, "They are our benefactors, and they are the ones who saved you." ”

"Thank you." Fuso was still very weak and sounded like a mosquito, but they still heard it.

Several people smiled at him.

The man said, "That's right, uncle." Do you live here? ”

The old beggar said: "Yes, this temple has been abandoned for many years, and few people will come, and our grandfather and grandson can be regarded as having a place to live." ”

"If the old man believes me, you can go back to the house with me, and I will arrange an easy errand for you to make a living, and I will also let Fusang go to school with his peers." The man said, "After all, Fusang is still young and has a lot of future, so he can't rely on begging to survive for the rest of his life." ”

Duan Tangtang didn't expect this son to be so thoughtful, she sympathized with the old man and Fusang, and thought that she would help them more in the future, but she didn't expect this.

After hearing this, the old beggar was grateful, "Thank you to this son, who is really kind-hearted, not only often giving porridge to help the suffering people who can't eat, but also willing to take in our two old, disabled, sick and young." ”

When he came in, the old beggar didn't recognize him because of the nervous situation in Fusang, and after sitting down and chatting, the old beggar remembered that he was the great benevolent man who often gave porridge to the people.

Bai Wuyi said: "Childe, I didn't expect you to do so many good deeds for the people in private. ”

Caring, handsome, personable and gentle, such a peerless good man, loved.

Duan Tangtang asked, "By the way, I don't know what your name is, Son." ”

The man smiled, "My name is Shang Lu." ”