Old Man's Begging Stick

"Aheng, come in, come in, Beggar Chicken is ready!" Old Wentou greeted Aheng in the ruined temple.Ah Heng felt that the power that made him fear disappeared in an instant, his back was already wet with sweat, it was so dangerous, he seemed to have escaped the most terrifying danger in his life inadvertently.

Er Gouzi was tearing the white and tender beggar chicken, sprinkled salt on it finely while tearing: "Huhu—wow, it smells so good!"

Gouzi tore off two chicken legs and put them in the bowls of Lao Wentou and A Heng respectively, and A Heng put the chicken legs back into Er Gou's bowl.

Old Wentou hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help but said: "Aheng, I don't think you eat, are you going to heaven? You will starve to death."

Ah Heng was different from them. Old Wen knew from the second day he picked up Ah Heng that Ah Heng was just putting on a show when he ate.

"Aren't you hungry?" Ergou worried, "Even if you can absorb spiritual energy, you will be hungry."

Gouzi and the others knew about Ah Heng's abnormality, but they never revealed it.

Aheng said: "I don't feel full after eating, and I don't feel hungry after taking a bite. Don't waste food, eat more." Seeing that Gouzi and Old Wentou had discovered his secret long ago, he didn't hide it anymore. Simply generous.

Gouzi and Old Wentou still tore off a chicken wing and put it in Ah Heng's bowl: "Can you taste it? Try it quickly." Ah Heng took a bite. Compared with the cold and hard steamed buns, this pheasant What a delicacy.

In the ruined temple, three ragged beggars are tearing roast chickens around the fire.Outside the ruined temple, the yelling of the two monks stopped at some point, and Ah Heng didn't hear what the outcome of their quarrel was, but it had nothing to do with him, as Old Wen said, they were just three children. Beggars, fairy things, it's not their turn to say anything.

After the two cultivators quarreled, the world became quiet again.The days that followed were peaceful and embarrassing.Gouzi and Old Wen went to Xiaoyan Town to beg with their arms, while Ah Heng walked slowly in the mountains and forests, collecting herbs and food.

Xiaoyan Town was oppressed by the spiritual power of the monks, as if it had encountered a catastrophe, and the food that Old Wentou and Gouzi begged for became less and less.Sometimes when the dog comes back, there are still footprints on the buttocks that were kicked.

However, the things Ah Heng brought back often brought them surprises, sometimes sweet wild fruits, sometimes bloody half wild animals.As for why it was half, Ah Heng explained that he found the prey in the hunter's deserted trap, but half of it had been eaten by wild animals.But meat is good.

Old Wen held a broken bowl on his head, which contained brown medicinal juice: "Aheng, why do you always stare at me and ask me to drink medicine recently? I don't want to drink it."

Aheng smiled: "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. These herbs are made to strengthen the body. You should drink more." Let the old Wentou live for a while longer.

Er Gouzi roasted the deer leg: "Aheng, this venison is so delicious, I will go to guard next to the trap later, if another deer falls into it, we must hurry, so there will be a whole deer !"

Old Wentou chuckled, "If you went there, the smell on your body would make the deer run away." Ah Heng said with a smile, "I'll go and see tomorrow, hoping to find prey."

The black mist on old Wentou's face is getting deeper and deeper, it may have been in the past few days, Ah Heng has deep worries in his heart.He spends more and more time in the mountains and forests in the past few days, and he can find not many spiritual herbs, and they are all fed to Old Wentou, but all this can't make Old Wentou feel better.At best, it can only delay the time when old Wentou leaves, so that he will not have to work so hard.

The next day, Ah Heng went to the tree hole where the leopard was, why did he say another word.Well, it's like this...

The leopard was furious: "You're shameless! I managed to get a wild deer and you took half of it! I can't even fit between my teeth!"

A Heng looked at the immobile leopard and said unscrupulously: "Anyway, you are not enough to get between your teeth, why don't you let us have a full meal. Have you thought it over carefully, do you want to come with me?"

Ah Heng hasn't given up on the idea of ​​taking leopards as his disciples yet. He is a beggar, so what can he do as a disciple? Let's beg for food together

The leopard poked its neck: "Bah! You still want to be my master with your virtue! Go ahead and live your dreams! Also, what kind of witchcraft did you use? Why are my legs always bad!"

Aheng smiled and picked up two pheasants on the ground, and he threw the skinny one to the leopard: "Have you been injured for a hundred days? How long have you been injured? You need to take it easy."

The leopard was half-dead with anger: "Get out!"

Damn bitch, he was really bullied by dogs, he was a majestic demon cultivator, but he was played by a... don't know what kind of thing, it's just that his limbs haven't improved for a long time, this thing is still He has the cheek to snatch his prey.

If it was him, a leopard could tear his body apart with one paw.If it wasn't for that bitch Lian Wushang who was chasing after him, and if he hadn't been injured too badly, he wouldn't have needed to catch prey that didn't have aura in the mountains and forests to satisfy his hunger.

Ah Heng turned around slowly with the pheasant in his hand: "You can recover from your illness at ease, I will come to see you tomorrow."

The leopard panicked: "Go away, I don't care about you at all!" Bullying the leopard and being unable to move, snatching his prey and making him vomit blood in anger, Ah Heng is really too bad.

Ah Heng was walking in the forest with a pheasant, and suddenly he had a faint feeling in his heart—something happened to Old Wen!

Ah Heng quickened his pace and walked towards the ruined temple. Before he got out of the forest, he saw the dog rolling and crawling on the mountain road calling his name. "Ah Heng—Ah Heng—you should go back and have a look, old Wen fell down!"

Gouzi's face was full of tears, and his already unattractive face covered with freckles was even uglier.Aheng handed the pheasant in hand to Gouzi, and then quickened his pace.

Old Wen was lying on the straw mat of the ruined temple, his face was a little pale.He closed his eyes and hummed, his gray hair and beard trembling slightly with his breathing.

Gouzi followed Ah Heng into the door, and Ah Heng reached out to feel the pulse of Old Wen's head.No, old Wen's internal organs and bones are too old and broken, and his time is up.

Humans, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural cycles, and everyone understands the truth, but when it is their turn and those around them, few people can control their emotions.

Gouzi cried out with a "wow -" and he choked up while crying: "I just walked on the small bridge, the old Wen said he was thirsty and wanted to drink water, I was about to give him water, he poured water Come down!" Ah Heng patted Gouzi on the shoulder: "Don't cry, go and dispose of the pheasant, old Wentou might want to eat it later."

Gouzi cried and twitched, but he went to deal with the pheasant.Ah Heng is his savior, with Ah Heng here, old Wentou will be fine!Gouzi thought to himself.

Ah Heng thought for a while, and he tried to extract spiritual energy and send it to Old Wentou's body.He carefully felt the flow of the spiritual energy, and then guided the spiritual energy to flow along his hand, but he did not expect it to be really successful.

Old Wentou's physical fitness has reached its limit, if he is given too much, he will be killed on the spot.Ah Heng delivered it very carefully and restrainedly, Old Wen gave a long 'hum—', and then slightly opened his eyes.

"Is it Aheng?" Old Wentou's voice was as thin as a mosquito, "I...have I slept for a long time? It's...it's dark." Aheng held the hand of old Wentou and murmured, he has always been a crow's mouth , He prides himself that he doesn't tell lies, but now, he really can't tell the truth.

Old Wentou's fingers felt a little cool, the weather-beaten old beggar soon realized what was going on, and he smiled slightly.Smiling is particularly strenuous for him now, he can only pull the corners of his mouth slightly to reveal his yellow teeth: "Ah...it's time."

Gou Zi rubbed over from the side, and he held the other hand of old Wen Tou: "Old Wen Tou, don't talk nonsense, Ah Heng caught a huge pheasant today, I will make beggar's chicken for you to eat later! I will eat all the chickens for you this time! Be happy!" Gouzi held the old Wentou's hand and pressed it against his warm face, he said cheerful words, but tears were like broken beads.

"Our dog... the chicken we cook is the best..." Old Wen moved his fingers slightly, and he let out a long sigh, "Ah Heng... I can't do it... I have to go... Gouzi...you are still young...Old Wen, I know...you are capable...in the future, you can take Gouzi...give Gouzi a bite of food... Gouzi, he is small and hardworking... I can't eat much...Can you promise me not..." Old Wen's voice had lost its usual voice, and it sounded like someone was strangling his throat.

Ah Heng said slowly: "I promise you, as long as I, Wen Heng, is around, Li Ergou will have a bite to eat." Ah Heng really didn't know how to reassure Old Wen, he had no memory at all. People, if it weren't for the old Wentou, he wouldn't know where he was wandering now.Although we didn't get along for a long time, old Wentou gave him and Gouzi all the love.

Ah Heng decided to follow Old Wen Tou's surname. If Old Wen Tou went, Ah Heng could at least give him a ride as a junior.

Tears rolled down old Wentou's cloudy eyes: "Good... good boy...you actually... have my last name... Good! Good!" Junior, he is happy in his heart, but he can't see Ah Heng with his eyes.

Old Wentou raised his hand to touch Ah Heng, but Ah Heng quickly lowered his head, then took Old Wentou's hand and stroked his face.

Old Wentou smiled: "Okay... My old Wen's family also has a good boy... I can feel at ease..." He said Anxin, but Old Wentou's tears flowed even more fiercely. I hope I can get better and take my two children to live a good life for a few more days.

Gouzi cried with snot and tears all over his face: "Old Wen, don't talk about being discouraged. Aren't you old and immortal? How could you die? You said that you still want to take me to so many places to beg! We agreed not to part , why did you leave first? You left, what should I do?"

The gray and white of Old Wen's face gradually began to turn red, and the wrinkles on his face, which were like tree bark, slowly unfolded.He seemed to be suddenly energetic, and his voice gradually became coherent.He said to Gouzi: "Gouzi, you climb up on the statue, there is a hole in the left ear of the statue... there is a cloth bag in it... take it out..."

Gouzi put down the old Wentou's hand, slid along the base of the statue, and climbed onto the statue after a few sprints.He is light and sits firmly on the left shoulder of the statue.

The statue is seriously damaged, and there is indeed a hole covered with mud behind the left ear.Gouzi tore away the mud on it, then reached in, and he took out a dusty cloth bag.Then he slid down from the statue in a numb manner: "I found it!"

Old Wentou panted heavily: "This...is left to me when Old Litou left...you are not...Old Litou's...grandson...you are old Litou when he was begging from...a dog's mouth The... child that was snatched from inside..."

Gouzi was stunned when he heard the words, he looked at Old Wentou stupidly: "Old Wentou, I can't understand what you are talking about"

The author has something to say: Old Wentou is about to leave, and suddenly feels that I am cruel.