Chapter 228 Strange Person

In just a few days, Fusheng experienced the beating of life.

His package was robbed.

The place where he often begged for alms was occupied by the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple.

The monks of the Golden Buddha Temple were eloquent and promised various benefits after death, which attracted the Buddhists to spend a lot of money, which made Fusheng's eyelids jump.

There was no place for him to stay in the whole Picheng, and he was forced to leave Picheng.

It was even more difficult outside the city. In the towns and villages, as soon as they heard that he was a wandering monk, they would not let him enter the town or village.

He ventured into a village and was beaten by the villagers.

It was not because the villagers did not believe in Buddhism, but because... a monk had come to this village and marked the territory.

The villagers looked after the monk and split the alms 30% to 70%.

It was reasonable and in line with the rules of the underworld.

Fusheng lay on the side of the road, feeling that he could not live anymore. He was dizzy and dizzy with hunger.

He had only one ragged piece of clothing on his body.

He saw an old woman, limping, with a basket on her arm, which seemed to be filled with food.

"Old donor, can you give me some food? I am willing to recite three volumes of scriptures and pray for you to be safe and sound." Fusheng hurriedly put his hands together and bowed.

The old woman looked at him with gray hair and said nothing.

Fusheng begged again, but the old woman still ignored him.

Finally, Fusheng had no choice but to say, "Mother! Can you bear to let your son starve to death?"

The old woman heard the monk's shameless words and wanted to scold him for being shameless, but she saw that the monk was somewhat similar to her son.

"You are indeed a bit similar to my son. Here, give it to you! Is there any more?" The old woman gave him a sweet potato flour bun.

The bun was black and only half the size of Fusheng's palm. If he had been in the Golden Buddha Temple before, he would not even look at such a bun.

Now he was ecstatic, swallowed it in two mouthfuls, and kowtowed to the old woman repeatedly: "Thank you, mother! Mother, I wish you good health, good luck, and happiness as vast as the East Sea."

The old woman ignored him, just said "I wish everything would be fine" and left.

After eating a steamed bun, Fusheng felt even hungrier.

He felt that he had mastered new techniques for begging, so he called the old woman mother when he saw her, and called the old man father when he saw him.

Then...he was beaten by several beggars.

Because he crossed the line.

Originally, begging for alms as a monk was not the same as beggars, but now his begging method of calling father and mother was just like beggars.

Fortunately, although he was dizzy with hunger, the foundation left by his martial arts training when he was young allowed him to withstand the beating.

However, he could not stay in this place anymore.

He was forced to get out of this place.

This is how the rivers and lakes work. Either you can suppress the local snakes, or you will be driven out by them.

Every person and every industry was divided into small groups, even begging was divided into different levels.

He couldn't go to the city, and couldn't make it in the towns and villages. Where could he go?

He had no choice but to die.

So he really died.

Because there was no place for him to live, and he had no way to live.

He found a crooked tree, tore his clothes into strips and tied them into a rope.

He put the rope on the tree, stepped on a stone, and was about to put the rope around his neck.

As long as he kicked his feet, he would be free.

Living is too tiring.

As for going to the eighteen levels of hell, it would be their fellow disciples who would go there first!

With this thought in mind, he stared at the stone under his feet.

Then, he felt suffocated by the rope, he felt pain, and he knew he was going to die.

From the Buddha of the Golden Buddha Temple to a beggar with nothing.

Looking back on this life, he just passed by in a daze.

He felt a sense of falling when he thought about it. Is this the feeling of falling into hell after death?

But he did not fall into hell, he felt pain, so... he did not die.

"Ahem..." Fusheng covered his throat and opened his eyes to see a person.

A strange person.

First of all, his hair, his hair is very short, just like a monk's short.

Not all monks are bald.

Hair grows every day, and if you don't shave it for a few days, your bald head will have a dense layer of short hair. So shaving your hair every day is a very tedious thing.

Only monks who are in high positions or very rich have monks shaving their hair every day, or even waxing it, to ensure their image.

In Fusheng's current state, his hair is messy, more than an inch long, and is about the same as the person in front of him.

Secondly, his appearance, or that kind of demeanor.

There is neither the arrogance and humility of a warrior, nor the humility and numbness of an ordinary person, but just a plain, ordinary demeanor.

His clothes are blue-green, buttoned in the middle, with narrow collars and narrow sleeves, which are different from the mainstream clothes in the rivers and lakes. The lower body is a pair of riding breeches, but they are straight.

He was not very old, and behind him was a long sword and a package.

"Hey, hey, hey... why are you hanging yourself naked? It's immoral!" the man said with a smile.

There was a hint of... cynicism in his laughter.

"I'm dead, so why should I care about morality!" Fusheng glanced at the weirdo and said, then picked up the rope on the ground.

He saw that the place where the rope was broken was very smooth, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

"Why are you so nosy that you make me hang again." Fusheng tied the broken rope again and threw it onto the branch.

He was going to hang again.

The man looked at him and said with a smile: "There is nothing in life that you can't think of. You might as well say it out and make me happy."

"..." Fusheng thought that this man was a psychopath. He just moved the stone silently, then stood on the stone, put the rope around his neck, and said:

"People like me can be found everywhere. If you want to have fun, go somewhere else. Let me die."

After that, he closed his eyes and kicked the stone away.

With a "thump", he fell to the ground again, and his whole body was in pain.

"Are you sick? Why are you like this? Let me die! Let me die!" Fusheng looked at the weirdo and roared.

Even a clay man can still be angry, not to mention that he was teased twice in a row.

As if frightened by Fusheng's hysterical roar, the man said seriously: "Sorry. I didn't mean it, I just wanted to save you!"

"What's the use of thinking! Do I want to die? I want to live, but I have to live! Do I want to die..." Fusheng yelled at the man, and he couldn't help crying.

He had a really hard time during this period.

"If you really want to live, you can go to Yangzhou." The man said: "But do me a favor first and tell me where Picheng is."

"Yangzhou?" Fusheng had naturally heard of the strange Yangzhou. Picheng is in the middle of Xuzhou, not far from Yangzhou.

Someone from Yangzhou!