Seeing Fang Qizhang frozen there, the lame man sneered, "What? Don't think your life is worth a hundred? ”

"I didn't think it before, but I am a person who has gone to heaven, but Engong regards my passion as a hundred, and Ah Qi feels that it is not worth it. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "After Fang Qizhang went through the wonderful journey to the sky, both his vision and his thinking became much broader, and he was very confident when he said this.

The lame man glanced at the young man in front of him in surprise, and handed the remaining steamed buns in his hand to Fang Qizhang: "I like ambitious men, but I hate others talking big." You pay this money in ten days, and after you have eaten, you cut the skin of the hot air balloon, and mend my breathable wall, and count your salary of thirty yuan. ”

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In Huzhou City, the lame man sat next to a somewhat remote street and sang a song, and those bustling streets did not know what kind of street they were, so for the sake of safety, they chose to sing here.

Fang Qizhang brought guests around and asked for a reward, but the pedestrians were disgusted that the lame man sang badly, and they were stingy, only occasionally a kind person came over and threw a few spare money at the lame.

After singing for a day, it was already dusk, Fang Qizhang picked up the money on the ground, wiped off the dust on it, and smiled at the lame man: "Look, Engong, there are more than 20 Wen, enough to buy a few steamed buns, and the money for today's and tomorrow's meals has been settled!" ”

The lame man looked at the excited Fang Qizhang with a look of hatred: "We are not beggars, throw away the money!" ”

Fang Qizhang knew that the cripple was just hard-mouthed, and said with a smile: "It's obviously Engong's song that sings well, today is the first day, and the fame hasn't opened yet. ”

The lame man didn't like Fang Qizhang's smile: "Old Seven, is there something wrong with you?" What do you laugh all day? ”

"Come on, I was born poor, I don't want anything except my mother and brother, if I am sad all day long, then how miserable my life will be! So smile more, and don't let outsiders look upset, we are better than the ancient members in the village, and they have a sad face all day long, like others owe dozens of dollars. ”

The lame man disdained this set of fallacies and heresies of the other party: "People can only be poor and happy, if one day your family is rich and powerful, you will never be able to be so happy again." ”

Fang Qizhang didn't pay attention to the cripple, thinking that it was all the hot steamed buns, and when he pulled the cripple to buy steamed buns, he found that he was surrounded by a large group of people.

Zhuang San looked at Fang Qizhang and the lame man with a smile: "When you arrive at Qiu Sanye's territory, if you don't say hello, you dare to cross the line to beg for life!" Don't want to live anymore? ”

Fang Qizhang was smiling and wanted to defend a few words, but suddenly he was pressed to the ground, punched and kicked and beat him hard, the cripple was also not spared, he was pressed down, Fang Qizhang saw this and struggled to protect the cripple with his body, after a severe beating, Fang Qizhang was no longer human.

The atrocities under the daytime are so naked that they are exposed to the eyes of the people, Huzhou associations practice boxing, martial arts fights in the rivers and lakes are not uncommon, officialdom is corrupt, and the people are not surprised by these bad things, and they can only ask for more blessings. Qiu Sanye is a black-and-white character in Huzhou, Zhuang San is the vicious dog he sat on, naturally no one dares to provoke, not to mention that it is two beggars who are beaten, and no one is willing to come forward to participate.

Zhuang San is not afraid of death, like this kind of beggar, it is difficult for the government to manage it after a hundred deaths, Zhuang San saw Fang Qizhang spitting blood, and did not want to find bad luck, so he ordered to stop.

"Deduct all their money from me!" Of course, Zhuang San didn't covet the dozens of dollars on Fang Qizhang's body, today he was innocently slapped by Qiu Sanye, and he was angry in his heart, just to take people out of anger.

Fang Qizhang was turned over from the cripple and lay on the side of the road, but the cripple was still lying motionless on the ground, his hand had reached into his waist and touched the flying knife, although his hands and feet were abolished, but his previous cultivation was extremely terrifying, the foundation of the body was well played, at least one or two percent of the strength remained, and it was also possible to fight a fish to die and break the net.

But he didn't dare, hesitated, cowardly, Chen Bao trampled on all his dignity that day, he was afraid that if he exposed the details of his martial arts now, would he be traced back to his past and be approached by the enemy, although all this was only a 1 in 10,000 chance, but he still didn't dare, he would rather live such a humble and ugly life.

Zhuang San looked at the more than ten cents in his hand, scolded and said a few words, spit a mouthful of phlegm at the lame, and was not in the mood to entangle with this bad man anymore, so he took people away directly.

At this time, Fang Qizhang bowed downstairs in pain, it seemed that he was dying, the lame man confirmed that Zhuang San was gone, and then he got up, and saw the blood on the ground and the painful Fang Qizhang, and felt a little unbearable and painful in his heart.

He was ready to leave, as if he had not saved him, and that he was already dead that day.

Now I don't owe anything to him.

But the lame man's trouser legs were pulled by Fang Qizhang, Fang Qizhang wanted to say something inarticulately, the blood at the corner of his mouth looked very desolate, the lame man sighed, and thought in his heart, Fang Qizhang was a poor man, find a place to bury him.

Thinking about it, the lame man squatted down and grabbed Fang Qizhang's shoulder and wanted to drag him away, but Fang Qizhang shook his head vigorously, his throat kept rolling, as if he wanted to vomit.

The cripple smiled bitterly, he and Fang Qizhang hadn't eaten for two days, how could there be anything to spit out.

Boom! It was the sound of two copper coins falling to the ground.

The lame man watched in astonishment as Fang Qizhang spit out six copper coins and his three teeth from his mouth, and laughed miserably: "Engong, take it, take this money...... Buy some food ......"

There was some pain in the cripple's chest, and it rose and fell violently, he didn't believe that Fang Qizhang didn't see him make a gesture just now, but he was still thinking about the fact that he had been hungry for two days, which made his heart feel depressed.

"Yes, I have the strength...... Take me to see Langzhong. ”

After hearing this, the lame man calmed down, and had a desire to laugh out loud, it turns out that you are also greedy for life and afraid of death, it turns out that your smile is hypocritical, different from that person! But the lame man suddenly had infinite motivation and the idea of saving him in his heart, and with sympathy stained with Fang Qizhang's blood and saliva, he walked to a steamed bun shop: "Give me a steamed cake, and you can look at the rest of the money and give it something." ”

Gobbled it up, regained some strength, and then returned to the same place, dragging Fang Qizhang away, limping away, but none of the medical halls were willing to take them in.

Because they look like poor people who can't afford to pay.

Huzhou is a huge river and lake, and there is always a layer of shadows lingering in the hearts of people here, only bloody and bloody, and no chivalrous tenderness.

The rivers and lakes did not accept them, so they had to flee to a place outside the world.

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At night, the Hongyun Temple is brightly lit, and in the night, it is like a lonely fairy island.

The lame man knocked on the door and asked the little novice to see Zen Master Koji.

Hongzhi Zen Master's medical skills are exquisite, many dignitaries and nobles in Huzhou City have asked him to heal, well-known in Huzhou, Xiao Shami glanced at the lame man's dress, and his voice revealed coldness: "The abbot has fallen asleep, and the donor will come back tomorrow." ”

Even if there is a place outside the world in this world, but there are people living in the red dust, the lame man knows the bottom of the Red Cloud Temple, which is the gathering place of the Imperial City Division in Huzhou, the front yard is mercy, the back yard is killing, and I don't know how many lives have been buried under the relics pagoda.

The backyard of Hongyun Temple is a forbidden place, and the monks in this courtyard are not all people from the Imperial City Division, but also pure Buddha cultivators, and the sincerity and pleading on the lame man's face are hard to see: "The senior monks of Hongyun Temple are merciful, and I hope that the little master will go to report it, my friend is only afraid that he will not live the next day." ”

Xiao Shami has seen many dignitaries and nobles in Hongyun Temple, and he also has some eyesight, and he saw a trace of his extraordinaryness from the lame's words and demeanor, and said compassionately: "Okay, I'll report it to you." ”

On the second day, the lame man rested in the meditation room and met the visiting Zen master Hongji.

The cripple took off his mask, no one had seen his face, and his voice had changed by his own deliberate change, so Zen Master Hongji didn't know that the down-and-out cripple in front of him was actually the leader of the famous murder.

"Donor, your friend is out of danger, why don't you go with me to burn incense and thank the Buddha?" Zen Master Hongzhi entered the room and joked, but he was secretly looking at the lame man.

The cripple didn't respond, as the leader of the martial arts master, he knew that Zen Master Hongzhi was amazing, and he was afraid that he would see any clues, so he didn't dare to say more, so he went to the Daxiong Treasure Hall in response.

Zen Master Hongzhi accompanied him, and after the lame man burned incense, he said with a deep meaning: "The son wants to come to the rough life, and it is inevitable to sink into the sea of suffering, but the old man sees that you have no heart and no heart to go ashore, why do you want to save the benefactor named Fang Qizhang?" ”

The lame man knew that Zen Master Hongzhi saw that he had a foundation of martial arts, and he couldn't hide this thing, and he also knew that Zen Master Hongzhi had an occupational disease, and he always wanted to detect the secrets in people's hearts when he met some strange people, which was probably the common problem of all the people who came out of the Imperial City, which did not mean that he really saw something, and replied softly: "The Buddha said that he can't say!" ”

Zen Master Hongzhi beckoned Fang Qizhang to carry him in, Fang Qizhang was taken care of, and his originally green face became handsome, and the lame man looked at it for a while, and he was stunned.

Hongzhi Zen Master recited the Buddha's name: "Although the donor is temporarily out of danger, he still needs to continue to feed the medicine with a needle, otherwise it is still difficult to save his life. ”

The lame man also knew that Hongyun Temple was not a good church, and there were countless people who came to Hongyun Temple every day to seek medical treatment, if they didn't collect money, the temple would have gone bankrupt a long time ago, so he didn't entangle, just pleaded with Hongzhi and said: "Within three days, how about I come again?" ”

Hongzhi smiled slightly, this cripple actually knew so much about the rules of Hongyun Temple, and it seemed that it was not a foreigner who broke into Hongyun Temple by mistake, but he didn't have much thought to investigate at this time, Hongyun Temple has too many dignitaries who seek medical treatment every day to make friends, he can't pay attention to a master whose martial arts have been abolished, and he is not afraid that the cripple will run away, and said softly: "Buddhism pays attention to fate, three days is too deliberate, one day is good!" ”

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The lame man stayed outside the Qingfu Temple, just to meet the woman who would give him food as soon as he bumped into him, with his many years of experience in the Imperial City Division, he could naturally deduce the reason why she went out after several meetings, which was nothing more than to go to the Taoist Temple to burn incense to bless her children, and the red rope of the Qingfu Temple she was carrying obviously exposed all this.

He did not hate the woman, and was even faintly grateful, and unlike those who treated him like a beggar and threw him a few pennies at will, she handed him the pastries she had made from her basket each time.

Although all this is not much different in nature, the cripple insists that what is thrown on the ground is for the pig to eat, and what is in his arms is for the man to eat.

After a while, a wonderful voice appeared.

Huang Miaomiao saw that the cripple and the pastries in the basket had been distributed to the other beggars, she frowned slightly, and was about to tell the maid next to her to buy him some food, and the lame man greeted him.

"Madam, lend me some money, just three times! Pay you back in three years. ”