Back to the beggar.

He has also been wandering the streets since he came to the noisy city, he staggered, but walked quickly, as if he was anxiously looking for something.

He walked almost all over the city, looking at every store along the way, carefully checking the faces of passers-by to make sure nothing was missed.

Of course, they also went to the old street where the scholar decided to stay, but the scholar hadn't found it at that time, so they didn't see it.

When he walked down the street again, he only looked at it slightly, and did not go in to see it, but instead made a detour.

At that time, the scholar was negotiating the price with Zhao Dangjia.

The old beggar had been wandering around the city, and when he was tired, he would find a corner to rest, and occasionally there would be some food from passers-by.

The water quality in the city is very good, and when you are thirsty, you will drink water by the river.

And then...... Suddenly my stomach started to rattle.

He leaned against the wall, clutched his stomach, and his face was extremely ugly, but he still didn't want to give up the search until he ......

"No, I want to be convenient. The old beggar's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and it was painful and painful.

He rushed into the bushes by the river at an unexpected speed, then crouched down, and then felt only comfortable, but his butt was a little cold.

He thought to himself that he hadn't eaten anything for a few days, so why did he still have diarrhea?

At this time, he noticed that his hands were black like two coals.

Can you take water and drink it with such a hand, will it not hurt your stomach?

He pulled up his clothes again and looked at it, and his innocent body was also dirty. Not to mention the clothes, the holes on them can't be counted even if you count your toes.

The old beggar lamented, I was so dirty.

But why can't I find you? Do you just want to see me? I just think, I just want to......

Thinking about it, two hot streams slid down his face, quickly becoming cold, and he reached out to wipe it.

Suddenly, he jumped up like a frightened cat, rushed to the river, put his hands in the icy water, looked hideous, and tried desperately to wash his hands, but could not wash them cleanly.

After some time, he stopped washing his hands and began to beat the water like crazy, causing a splash higher than his current life, and wetting his clothes.

The more he shot, the harder he shot, the more he moved. The fish had already fled, the birds in the trees had flown away, and the passers-by had taken pity on the fool and simply shook their heads and walked away.

No one likes to deal with fools.

After a while, the old beggar finally fell to the ground exhausted.

There were a lot of bushes, and if there was no sound, no one would pay attention to him.

The bird flew back and stood on the branch and tilted its head to look at him.

He was like dead.

......

At night, the old beggar got up in a daze, wondering how he lay here.

Walking out of the bushes, he remembered something, realized that something was wrong, and frowned.

After convenience, it seems that I didn't wipe my buttocks.

The streets were long deserted, and the night wind was biting and terrifying. By the light of the moon, the old beggar walked slowly.

It's definitely impossible to look for it now, so I have to find a place to stay, otherwise I'll freeze to death.

He came to the small ruined temple he found during the day, reached out and gently pushed the door.

There was only a squeak, and then a loud bang, and the whole door panel fell down, and the dust on the ground was lifted, choking him to cough, and a few dog barks nearby, expressing dissatisfaction.

This small ruined temple is really not an ordinary broken temple, but fortunately, it is enough to block the wind.

The place where the Buddha statue was supposed to be placed was empty, perhaps it had been stolen, and only a broken bowl rested on it, which might be used for dinner in the future.

Thinking so, the old beggar took the broken bowl aside, took the hay lay beside him, lay down and took an interesting pose.

Am I also a Buddha in this way?

Seems a bit silly.

The moonlight shines through the hole in the roof and shines on him, not in the slightest beauty, but a little disgusting.

......

As the night wore on, the old beggar did not sleep.

Maybe it's because of a long nap in the afternoon, or maybe it's because you know that the person is nearby, but you can't find the burden, and of course, it may just be because the moonlight is too bright.

"Wow, wow......" came the sound of a baby crying.

Who would bring the baby out in the middle of the night.

The old beggar, trusting his own judgment, turned sideways and closed his eyes.

"Wow, wow......"

The cry did not disappear because he ignored it, but it grew louder and louder, closer and clearer.

The old beggar shrunk and covered his ears.

"Wow, wow......"

"Wow, wow......"

The night was very quiet, the crying continued, and the old beggar was tormented physically and mentally.

Enough, enough, stop crying.

"Wow, wow......"

It's useless for you to cry to me, I can't even take care of myself, how can I take care of you.

"Wow, wow......"

Which immoral bastard put you there, don't you know how cold it is at night?

"Wow, wow......"

Don't cry, don't cry, I can't hear, I can't hear.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew down a piece of roof tiles and shattered beside the old beggar, causing him to scream and jump.

The baby cried even louder.

The old beggar shook his head and walked out, a bamboo basket was just outside the door, a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, two little hands actually stretched out, waving wildly, red from the cold, crying pitifully.

The old beggar sighed bitterly, "What's so good about me?" Why do you have to find me? Can't you just go to him?

In fact, he had already seen this basket, the door panel was still on the ground, and the moon was bright and bright, and it was difficult to see it.

It was deliberate, someone wanted him to take this child, he knew who it was, it was the people, no, the bastards!

So he didn't want to pay any attention, he thought that as long as he didn't give any reaction and pretended to be asleep, he could make them give up.

They can't watch this child freeze to death, as long as they hold on for a while, they will be gone.

But the old beggar underestimated their patience and overestimated their own cruelty.

These little hands are about to freeze into carrots, are they still baby hands?

What a damn bunch of beasts!

The old beggar wanted to quickly cover the baby's little hands warm, and when he saw his black hands, he couldn't help but hesitate, but he couldn't care much.

After a while, he felt that it should be almost done, so he gently stuffed the baby's little hand into the swaddling clothes, picked it up and coaxed it carefully.

He looked at the child in his arms, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and a smile gradually appeared on his face, as if he had smeared honey.

It's just that he looks too dirty now, and others may feel disgusted when they see it.

He laughed and thought to himself, how could all the children in this world be so cute, just like little bodhisattvas.

Time passed, and the old beggar sensed that something was wrong.

Why is this child still crying? It stands to reason that he has a good experience with the child, so how can he still cry so uncomfortably if he coaxes him like this? Is he hungry? Or is it ......

He held out a hand and stroked it towards the baby's forehead.