Heaven's Martial Fate

Chapter 23 Broken Temple 'Big Brother'

"Brother Adong, get up!"

His body was shaken, and a hurried greeting came from his ear, Wu Dong suddenly woke up, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to push.

"What are you doing, no big or small..."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation, and what caught his eyes were a few dirty little faces.

All of them were unkempt, dirty and smelly, and they were clearly a few standard little beggars.

He was horrified to find that he also emitted the same unpleasant smell, his hands and feet were weak, and his stomach was so empty and weak.

It's very similar to the state of often not having enough to eat...

Looking at the top of the head, there is a big skylight, oh, that is the gap exposed by the scattered roof tiles. The sunlight shines in through the gap, illuminating the surrounding environment brightly.

You can clearly see the floating dust suspended in the light.

Nima, this is not the homestay where he rests temporarily!
With inexplicable fear and apprehension in his heart, he turned over suddenly, but his body was too weak and he almost fell to the ground.

"Brother Adong, what's the matter with you, even if you want to go to the town to beg for food, you don't need to be so eager, right?"

"That's right, anyway, Master Huang's house in the town has a steaming table today, even if we can't make it to the table, we can still have a few good meals!"

"Speaking of which, it's getting late, Brother Adong, let's go there quickly!"

"..."

Wu Dong:? ? ?
Squeezing a Xiaoqiang that was crawling on him to death without any hesitation, he hurriedly looked around without hesitation, his heart suddenly turned cold.

The strange dilapidated environment, the strange little beggars, the familiar Cantonese, and the strange weak body...

Nima, he has time-traveled again.

As soon as I had this awareness, a strange memory suddenly came to my mind.

There was no dizzy bloody incident, and the information in this strange memory is not huge, on the contrary, it is still lacking.

This is the short and lacking life of a 14-year-old beggar...

Since I can remember, I have struggled to survive, and basically make a living by begging.

That is to say, the economy and people's livelihood in the region are pretty good, and the people in the town and village have a little extra money, otherwise it would not be easy to live to the age of 14 by begging.

As for why Wu Dongjiu took over the magpie's nest, I know from my memory that the begging was drenched by heavy rain a few days ago, and as a result, I developed a high fever and died immediately.

As a beggar, he has no name. The little beggars living together in the ruined temple outside the town all call him A Dong, which happens to match Wu Dong's name, so he will simply be called Wu Dong in the future.

What surprised him the most was that he learned from the lack of memory of the original owner that this place turned out to be Foshan in the late Qing Dynasty!
Even though he and a bunch of little beggars were very messy, his half-bald head and the pigtail behind his head that made him feel sick all showed that his memory was accurate.

Although he is quite displeased with the era he lives in, he is quite happy to be able to return to the familiar world.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine!"

He waved his hand to let the little beggars around him disperse, the smell was really bad.

At this time, he had already absorbed the memory of the original owner, and he was considered 'familiar' with the current environment and the group of little beggars.

The location of the ruined temple where he lives is very remote, and the entire ruined temple is already dilapidated, otherwise a group of little beggars with little combat effectiveness would not have taken it.

Including Wu Dong, there are a total of seven little beggars living in the ruined temple.

Wu Dong is still the oldest among them, and at the same time has the most 'begging experience', so he is naturally the head of a group of little beggars.

The youngest beggar was only five years old, and he looked skinny and skinny. Obviously, his living conditions were quite bad.

As for the other little beggars, they are basically around ten years old...

From memory, it can be seen that the original owner of the body is also used to seeing life and death.

The beggar companions around me change almost every year.There are very few people who can live past the age of 15. Most of them died in their early ten years due to various reasons, and were finally thrown into mass graves and buried casually.

A beggar who can live to 15 years old is definitely stronger than ordinary people.

They were either absorbed by the forces in the town, or they ran to the more prosperous Foshan city to seek a living.

The original owner of the body has also changed from the younger brother among the beggars in the town to the current "big brother", but his "big brother" is not doing well.

It was winter at this time, although the sun was shining brightly outside the ruined temple, but gusts of cold wind ravaged the ruined temple with air leaks everywhere.

Wu Dong felt cold from inside to outside...

After looking around for a while, his brows were involuntarily frowned. The environment in the ruined temple was so bad that it was simply not enough for a group of frail little beggars to survive the cold and gloomy winter.

The climate in the south is like this, hot and humid in summer and cold in winter.

The roof and walls of the ruined temple were broken, and the ground was covered with a layer of dust.

A few corners were covered with haystacks that were messy like dog kennels and gave off an unpleasant smell. This was where the little beggars slept.

You don't even need to reach out to touch it, you can tell it just by looking at it. The messy haystacks in the corner are damp and cold.

The most difficult thing for him to accept was that there were Xiaoqiang and other small insects unique to the south crawling around on the grass bunk where he slept from time to time.

This kind of living environment makes me feel heartbroken just thinking about it.

At this time, on a wet and cold haystack in a corner, there were still two skinny little beggars lying.

From the memory of the original owner, it can be seen that this was the same as the original owner that day. He was unprepared to be drenched by the heavy rain while begging, and as a result, he also had a fever and cold, but it was not as severe as the original owner.

Looking at the other little beggars, they all look like they are flimsy and will collapse when the wind blows.

The severe pressure of survival hits the face...

Fortunately, the news that the little beggars said before that Mr. Huang in the town planned to hold a banquet for a wedding had already spread.

For the few of them, they can go over and have a few full meals to add some oil to their stomachs.

only……

Glancing at the tattered and messy beggar's clothes on his body, he felt that if he just went there with a strange smell to eat, he might not be able to please him.

As one of the few squires in the town, Mr. Huang is not a kind person, and he also has a lot of thugs who guard the courtyard.

If he made this guy unhappy on his big day, Wu Dong and his fellow beggars might even be in danger of their lives.

Tsk, the principle that people depend on clothes and Buddha depends on gold clothes is indeed valid at any time.

"Walk around, help Xiao Er and Xiao San out to bask in the sun, it's better than nesting in a temple!"

The strong sense of hunger in his stomach caused Wu Dong to put aside some of his reservedness for the time being. He turned around and saw a few little beggars staring at him eagerly. It can be warmer too!"

There is a small piece of flat ground outside the ruined temple. The dirt floor has been rammed solidly. Some stored hay was taken out from the temple and spread out, so that two patients with colds could lie on it.

(End of this chapter)