In the evening, footsteps were heard outside the house, and Murong Fu was secretly on guard. Although his Shen Zhao Sutra had generated internal energy, it would still take some time to resume action.
After a while, Murong Fu saw that it was the little beggar who came in, and he felt relieved.
The little beggar walked to Murong Fu's bed, took out an oil paper bag, opened it gently, and found a bun inside.
The little beggar held it in both hands and handed it to Murong Fu, and said: "Eat...eat..." The voice was so soft that one could not tell whether it was a boy or a girl.
"So you're not mute!" Murong Fu was surprised for a moment and said what he was thinking, but the little beggar didn't seem to care and just handed the bun forward.
Murong Fu looked at the steaming buns and his small green and purple hands, shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "I'm not hungry, you can eat."
"Eat...eat..."
"I have inner strength, so I don't need to eat. You can eat!"
Although Murong Fu was indeed a little hungry, looking at the little beggar's appearance, he really couldn't bear to eat that bun. Fortunately, he had developed his true energy now, so it didn't matter if he didn't eat for a day or two.
"Eat...eat..."
Murong Fu had no choice but to say: "Well, let's do it half way, okay?"
The little beggar tilted his head and thought for a long time before he understood what he meant. He broke the bun in half and handed one half to him. Seeing that Murong Fu could not move, he fed the bun into Murong Fu's mouth.
But the little beggar kept feeding him, and Murong Fu felt a pain in his neck. He couldn't help but think of A'Zhu, she should be the most considerate maid, but she should be causing trouble on the island now.
"What's your name?" Murong Fu asked after swallowing half of the bun.
The little beggar shook his head.
"If you don't tell me, I'll call you Brother Beggar. Brother Beggar, do you live here alone?" The little beggar glanced at him and said nothing. Murong Fu looked embarrassed, thinking that this question was not in vain.
No matter what Murong Fu asked after that, the little beggar occasionally shook his head and never spoke.
In the middle of the night, Murong Fu woke up from practicing cultivation and found the little beggar squatting in the corner asleep, and then he remembered that he had occupied his little bed.
It's said to be a bed, but it's actually just a wooden board placed on two mounds. The wooden board is still very small, and can only accommodate two teenage children at most.
"Hey, Brother Beggar, Brother Beggar?"
The little beggar opened his eyes and looked at Murong Fu.
"Move me inside and sleep on the bed. It'll be warmer if we two squeeze together." It's early autumn now, and it's quite chilly.
The little beggar was a little moved, then he thought about it and shook his head. Murong Fu couldn't move his hands and feet, so he had to twist his waist and move in, "Hey, brother beggar, come on, come and sleep."
The little beggar looked at Murong Fu, tightened the black robe tightly with his hands, hugged his knees and fell asleep by himself.
Murong Fu had no choice but to think in his mind: "Do beggars also have mysophobia?" Then he entered into deep cultivation.
The next day, Murong Fu was no longer so weak and his pain was much relieved, but he was still unable to move.
The little beggar went out early in the morning, and what he brought back in the evening was some grass roots and sour fruits. Murong Fu was very surprised and asked: "Can this be eaten? Do you usually eat this when you don't have anything to eat?"
The little beggar didn't answer, but just handed the grass root to him and said: "Eat...eat..."
Seeing his persistent look, Murong Fu closed his eyes and ate the grass root. It was sour and bitter, but it seemed to satisfy his hunger.
More than ten days passed like this. The little beggar went out early and came back late every day. What he brought back were either steamed buns or roots and wild fruits. Sometimes he looked very embarrassed, and it was obvious that he was being beaten again.
Murong Fu was also very confused. Everyone was a beggar, so why did they come to bully him? However, Murong Fu could not move until his meridians recovered.
On this day, Murong Fu, who had practiced the Heavenly God's Illumination Sutra for more than ten years, finally recovered all his meridians and his body resumed movement. He jumped up in an instant, moved his body, and felt a sense of rebirth.
This Divine Illumination Sutra is indeed very miraculous. With just a small amount of practice, it healed his severed meridians. It is unlikely that he could be brought back to life, but it is indeed a good thing for healing the meridians.
Thinking of the little beggar who always wrapped himself up tightly, I decided to take him back to Murong Villa so that he could enjoy all the glory and wealth.
After waiting for a long time, it was getting late, but the little beggar still hadn't come back. Murong Fu thought to himself, "Is something going to happen?"
Murong Fu was about to go out to look for him when he suddenly heard a faint shout and cursed, and he jumped away quickly following the sound.
When I came to the forest, I saw a little beggar not far away running towards the cabin with his head in his hands. A group of teenage children chased him, throwing stones at him and shouting: "Kill him."
, this broom star."
"Yes, smash him to death and stop him from coming to our town again."
"..."
Murong Fu was shocked and angry, "These naughty children dare to hit even my savior." He waved a palm in the air, and the wind blew all the stones back in the air. Some children were hit by the stones and fell to the ground crying.
stand up.
"roll!"
The children fled in an instant. Murong Fu took the little beggar's hand. His clothes were torn in many places, exposing many parts of his skin, but they were covered with bruises. When he saw him again, his face was covered with mud. Murong Fu felt angry in his heart.
Hengsheng, you shouldn't have shown mercy just now.
Pulling the little beggar to the river, Murong Fu said: "You have many injuries on your body. Go wash them first and then I will heal them for you."
The little beggar didn't quite understand what Murong Fu meant, and looked at Murong Fu blankly, "Taking a bath! It means washing off the mud on your body, do you understand?" Murong Fu pointed at the river water, and then at the mud on the little beggar's body.
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The little beggar shook his head. Murong Fu didn't know what he meant, so he simply said: "Forget it, I'll help you wash it!" He reached out to untie the little beggar's turban.
Unexpectedly, the little beggar suddenly broke away from his hand, held his head in his hands, and took a few steps back.
Murong Fu looked at him inexplicably, took a step forward and said, "Don't you think this mud smells bad?"
The little beggar shook his head and took a step back.
Murong Fu took another step forward and said, "Come on, be obedient and wash yourself to be healthier."
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But no matter what Murong Fu said, the little beggar kept shaking his head and retreating.
Murong Fu's temper also grew, and he said in a deep voice: "You have to wash today, even if you don't want to wash, you have to stand still, don't move." After saying this, he stepped forward again using Qinggong.
The little beggar seemed to be frightened and stood there without daring to move.
Murong Fu came to him and reached out to untie his turban. The little beggar instinctively wanted to shrink his head, but he stopped when Murong Fu said "Don't move."
After untying his turban, Murong Fu was also stunned, and saw a silver-white head floating down, reaching his waist.