"Boom ~ boom" A thunderclap woke up Wen Renmo in his sleep.

"Huh~?" Everything in front of him was so frightened that Wen Renmo struck a spirit, and suddenly his mind returned.

"Where is this?Why am I here?ah~" Wen Renmo, who was so stimulated by this dilapidated temple that he wanted to run away immediately, fell to the ground again.

"It hurts~ah~leg~leg......" Wen Renmo, who had just woken up, looked at his mutilated leg and fainted again.

After half ringing

Wen Renmo slowly got up and sat upright, his eyes blank.

Just when he was in a coma, a memory flooded into Wen Renmo's mind. I remember a little beggar named Bao'er, who had just turned eighteen. He was born lame, and his parents abandoned him on the side of the road when they saw him as disabled. It was the old beggar who begged along the road who saw him pitiful, took him back to his side, and named him Bao'er. Bao'er followed the old beggar to many places to beg, and an old man with a child can imagine how difficult life is. Just two years ago, the old beggar died, leaving Bao'er alone. Yesterday Bao'er begged for a heavy rain, and the high fever disappeared at night, and then Wen Renmo wore it.

"Hey!" others are dressed as the second generation of rich, the second generation of officials, the kind that wants money and money, and the kind that wants to be beautiful, no matter how bad it is, it is a normal person to bring gold fingers or something, why doesn't he play cards according to the routine? I think that I was stoned to death during the earthquake in the 21st century, and I was dressed as a lame beggar, and my body was tattered and exuded a strange smell. I think it's the only one ever. But think about it, it's better to be alive than dead. There is a saying that makes sense, "It's better to die than to live", let it be fate.

Goo~, a sound came from the stomach that recalled Wen Renmo's senses.

"I'm so hungry"

Wen Renmo looked at the temple and then at the heavy rain outside, desperate.

"Oh my God, you're unfair, you want me to starve to death when I just wore it, what about playing with me?" Wen Renmo, who was going to accept his fate, found him in Bao'er's memory and asked for a big cake the day before yesterday, but he was reluctant to eat it yesterday and hid it in the stone crevice behind the Gongshen Terrace.

"Thrift is a virtue, Bao'er, I love you to death" Wen Renmo limped to the Gongshen Terrace, and sure enough, he found the uneaten cake wrapped in rags. But the reality did pour a basin of ice water on Wen Renmo (cold water is more cold than cold water). Looking at the flatbread that was soaked in the rain and distorted in his hand, there was still some dirt on it (it is conceivable that someone else must have picked it up by Bao'er on the ground), and it was cold to hear it. If this were in the real world, it is estimated that even dogs would not eat it.

"Goo~" The hungry stomach woke up Wen Renmo again.

Wen Renmo gritted his teeth and grabbed the deformed cake and devoured it (it's better than starving to death).

Wen Renmo, who ate the flatbread, forgot the rain outside the door in a daze. After reading Bao'er's memory, I realized that this was a world of cultivation, and these cultivators were immortals in the eyes of ordinary people, and they were existences that could never be provoked.

(Lan: The first time I wrote a Xiuxian text, I don't write it well, and I hope that friends will bear with me)