The little beggar is dirty, but his name is nice.
Zhao Ziyan concealed his contempt and continued to get close to Hua Shang.
Until the monk came back with a bowl of vegetarian food, Hua Shang lit a fire, heated up the leftovers in the bowl, and the three of them ate.
After dinner, the monk began to chant again, and asked Hua Shang to chant together. The two sat on the ground, closed their eyes, and their six senses were pure, as if everything had become empty, and it seemed as if there were Buddha altars everywhere. The Buddha has no form, and the Buddha also has all forms.
The young monk was wearing a tattered long gown and had a black scar on his forehead, like a winding flower pistil, which added a bit of charm to his clear and solemn face. The wrinkles between his brows were always tight, and at first glance he seemed mature and steady, but after looking at him for a long time, he seemed to be full of bitterness and hatred.
Hua Shang occasionally opened one eye, glanced at the monk, and then closed it again, and then his brows furrowed.
Don't understand.
It is said that Buddhists have no desires and no demands, so why does the master always look worried and concerned?
Having attachments does not mean being without desires. He did not like Buddhism, but his master forced him to recite scriptures every day, saying that all things in the world are born from Buddha, return to Buddha, and Buddha is the end... He forced him to worship Buddha, which does not mean he has no desires.
Hua Shang couldn't understand it, but he respected his master. His master was his savior. His master only asked him to worship Buddha, which was not a crime against heaven. Even if it was a crime against heaven...he was a child who could not even afford to eat and wear clothes, but he had the splendor of the rich and powerful in the bustling city. Buddha would also take into account his misery and forgive his mistakes.
Hua Shang closed his eyes and chanted.
Zhao Ziyin was so upset after hearing this that he went to a place far away to cover his ears and fall asleep. Suddenly, he heard Hua Shang's panicked cry, "Master, what's wrong with you?"
The monk's lips turned pale, and cold sweat streamed down his face. He clutched his stomach and leaned against the steps of the dilapidated temple, gasping for air. "Master, I'm fine. Maybe the vegetarian meal at noon was too bad."
Hua Shang felt relieved after hearing this.
He also had a stomach upset from eating rotten rice and almost died, but it seemed that the underworld was unwilling to take his worthless life, so he did not die.
Hua Shang helped the monk lie down on the straw pile, "Master, you should rest for a while."
The monk was probably in so much pain that he couldn't speak and could only nod weakly.
Zhao Ziyan looked from afar and felt that the time had come.
He walked up to Hua Shang and said, "Master, you're definitely not going to be able to get vegetarian food like this. Why don't we go get dinner?"
Hua Shang certainly agreed.
Hua Shang was only two or three years older than him, but he obviously had a lot of experience in begging. Zhao Ziyan even thought of taking the opportunity to find human traffickers to sell Hua Shang, but Hua Shang easily got three hard biscuits.
Beggars begging for food... bah, monks also have to follow the rules when begging for alms, they can't ask for too much, they have to eat one meal at a time, and they can't stockpile too much, as it will make them look greedy.
Hua Shang returned to the temple after collecting food, only to find the monk's condition had worsened. His lips were cracked and throbbing, and he was spouting incomprehensible nonsense. Frightened, Hua Shang went looking for a doctor, but with no money, no doctor would come. In fact, given his attire, he couldn't even get into the clinic.
Zhao Ziyan was guarding the seriously ill monk, thinking that God was helping him. Now that the monk was dead, it would be easier for him to sell Hua Shang.
Hua Shang came back covered in dust and with traces of tears on his face.
The monk was taken care of carefully. He had a fever all night and his head was getting hotter and hotter. However, the next morning, the monk's fever did not subside, but he did not die!
Zhao Ziyin and Hua Shang went to beg for alms as usual.
Separated.
Hua Shang went to beg for alms, and Zhao Ziyan went... to find human traffickers.
Human traffickers are not easy to find, but where there is a will, there is a way. Finally, two days later, Zhao Ziyan met Cuan Xi.
After Wei Fu came back, Wei Yuan could see the real person every day, so who would still want to see the substitute, not to mention that this substitute wanted to take revenge on him!
Wei Yuan abandoned Cuan Xi.
Although a house and money were left to Cuan Xi, Cuan Xi was used to spending money lavishly and the money was soon spent.
In order to make a living, Cuan Xi became a snakehead.
They specifically collected good-looking boys and girls and sent them to brothels and whorehouses.
Zhao Ziyin and Cuan Xi hit it off immediately.
Cuan Xi gave Zhao Ziyin two taels of silver as a deposit, and he would pay the remaining eight taels when he met the person.
In the afternoon, while begging for alms, Zhao Ziyin suddenly said to Hua Shang, "I have a way to get some money. As long as I get the money, I can hire a doctor for my master!"
Hua Shang's eyes lit up.
Zhao Ziyin took Hua Shang to a side house and told him that the owner was kind-hearted and willing to lend them money first. They only needed to work off the debt until it was paid off, and there was no need to sign a contract to sell themselves.
Cuan Xi welcomed Zhao Ziyin and Hua Shang in.
After serving tea, signing the IOU, signing, and affixing the seal... everything was done, Cuan Xi asked someone to take Hua Shang away to work.
Hua Shang carefully wrapped the borrowed silver in a rag and put it in his arms. Before leaving, he did not forget to pat his chest to confirm it.
"Xiao Zhao, go back first. When I finish my work, I'll bring you some hot pancakes." Xiao Zhao is Zhao Ziyin's pseudonym.
Zhao Ziyin smiled contemptuously upon seeing this.
Even after being sold, they still have to count the money for him. My mother is right. A lowly creature is a lowly creature. A lowly creature is only fit to be stepped on by him and used as a stepping stone.
After Hua Shang left, Zhao Ziyan sat in the living room, waiting for Cuan Xi to collect the balance.
He was the only one left in the hall.
Zhao Zinyin waited patiently, thinking that once he got the silver, he would be able to see his mother soon.
As a result... time passed by minute by minute, and Cuan Xi still didn't come back.
Zhao Ziyan's patience ran out, so he stood up and wanted to go out to look for her. However, when he reached the door, he was blocked by two burly men.
"Where are you going?"
“Get out of the way!”
"Want to run?"
Zhao Ziyin's eyes widened. The two burly men before him were huge and ferocious to him. He was at a loss and asked, "What are you going to do?"
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