Nine Regions Fanxian

Li Wudao and Red Flame Saint noticed Fang Chen's arrival and came forward.

The former glanced at the scene in the causal curtain, and saw Ao Bufa and a dozen other celestial saints gathered together and whispered, so he couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Master, what are they doing?"

Fang Chen said casually: "They are fishing in the wild, don't pay attention to them, this matter has nothing to do with us."

After a pause, he asked, "What is the current situation of those nine little guys?"

Upon hearing this, the Red Flame Saint gloated:

"More than 30 years have passed in there. The other seven people are fine, but Li Honghong and Ming Jing have been beggars for almost half their lives."

Fang Chen nodded, and he and Li Wudao arrived above the city together.

It is the hottest time of the year in the city.

Li Kongkong was wearing a pair of ragged shorts, lying diagonally under the cool eaves, looking at passers-by, and said listlessly:

"Kind uncles and aunts, nephews and nephews, please give me some money to buy some food~"

After saying that, he tickled his toes, then put them in front of his nose and sniffed them. He immediately became more alert and his voice became a little louder.

"You stinky beggar, who are you calling nephew?"

A pile of dog shit was thrown at him and hit Li Kongkong right between his eyebrows.

Li Kongkong shook her head indifferently, smoothed her messy hair with her hand, and continued shouting.

More than thirty years have passed, and he is no longer as young as he used to be, with some gray hair on his temples.

Sometimes he couldn’t understand why he was born to be a beggar?
At this moment, a figure hurriedly came from a distance, holding a piece of iced watermelon in his hand, and shouted as he ran:

"Master, there is watermelon to eat!"

The iced watermelon emitted bursts of white mist in the summer heat.

Although you can tell at a glance that most of it has been eaten, the remaining flesh is still mouth-watering!

Li Kongkong subconsciously straightened up, his eyes wide open.

But the next second, a large group of people chased after Mingjing and beat him up.

The chilled watermelon also fell to the ground and was crushed in an instant!
"You damn stinky beggar, I let you steal! I let you steal!"

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

"Stop, stop hitting me. I didn't steal it. I found it. You guys don't want it anymore!"

"How dare you touch my daughter's leftovers? Die!"

The clear cry for mercy was soon drowned out by the beatings, kicks and scolding.

Li Kongkong stared at the scene blankly. After the group of guys dispersed, he slowly came to Mingjing.

"Ming Jing, are you okay?"

He subconsciously wanted to help Mingjing up, but found that his head was drooping to one side.

Li Kongkong was stunned for a moment, and then he took great pains to drag Mingjing under the eaves.

Passersby nearby saw this scene, shook their heads and continued to do their work.

No one wanted to pay attention to these two stinky beggars.

In the shadows, Li Kongkong has been trying to wake up Mingjing.

After a long while, Li Kongkong looked around blankly, then suddenly stood up and ran towards a nearby pharmacy.

As a result, as soon as he entered the shop, he was beaten out and fell heavily to the ground.

Li Kongkong immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed:

"Sir, save my brother, sir, save my brother, sir..."

After just a few hits, his forehead was already red and blood was flowing.

Perhaps it was because he saw Li Kongkong looking so pitiful.

A middle-aged doctor came out, sighed, and walked towards Mingjing.

Mingjing was beaten just now, and everyone on the street saw it, but no one dared to do anything.

What’s more, the person who was beaten was just a stinky beggar?
Li Kongkong was extremely surprised and quickly stood up and followed the middle-aged doctor.

Soon, the middle-aged doctor took a look at Ming Jing's condition, felt his pulse, raised his eyelids to take a look, and then shook his head gently:

"He's dead. You'd better drag him outside and bury him. At this time of year, he will stink in less than a day." After saying this, he got up and left.

As a result, after taking just one step, he couldn't move anymore.

Li Kongkong hugged the middle-aged doctor's thighs with both hands and said with a flattering smile:

"Sir, please take another look. My brother is very tough and will definitely not die so easily."

"He's really dead, let him go!"

The middle-aged doctor frowned slightly and looked at Li Kongkong with disgust.

Li Kongkong met his gaze, and after a few breaths, she slowly let go of her hand.

He seemed to be crazy, muttering to himself:

"How could he die? How could he die... It was just for a piece of watermelon. I just said it casually a few days ago. How could he be so stupid? I am a stinky beggar. Why should I eat watermelon? What can I eat?"

As Li Kongkong spoke, he glanced at the clear corpse.

He was silent for a few breaths, then stood up, carrying Mingjing on his back and walked out of the city.

When Li Kongkong buried Mingjing's body, it was already midnight.

Li Kongkong was already extremely tired and lay down beside a mound of earth, gasping for breath.

My stomach was growling because of hunger.

"Ming Jing, Master, I am penniless now and cannot erect a monument for you.

But just wait, sooner or later, I, the young master, will give you a glorious burial.

Then send those guys down to accompany you."

Li Kongkong muttered to himself and slowly fell asleep.

He got up early in the morning, dragged his tired body, and limped to the river.

He squatted down and tried to drink some water, but when he saw his own face in the river, he was suddenly stunned.

Is this old, weather-beaten face really his?

A strange feeling arose in Li Kongkong's heart.

He felt that everything here seemed fake.

He is not a beggar!
This unreasonable thought made him smile suddenly:

"I am really crazy. I actually doubted that all this was fake? It seems that I can't accept Ming Jing being beaten to death because of a piece of watermelon."

Then he jumped into the river, washed off the dirt on his body, tied his hair up with a straw rope, and then walked towards the city.

After he entered the city, he asked many stores if they would hire people, but when the other shops saw Li Kongkong's appearance, they refused to hire him.

Li Kongkong felt a little desperate. If he had worked hard earlier instead of just wanting to be a free and easy beggar, perhaps Mingjing would not have died.

He will not become a human being.

"Hey, who is looking for a job? My family needs a manure carrier, would you like to come?"

Someone shouted at Li Kongkong.

Li Honghong's eyes lit up: "Come!"

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"Mr. Fang Yan, if they wake up, they will probably hate you, right?"

The Red Flame Saint looked at Fang Chen and said with a strange expression.

"What's there to hold a grudge against? This is just an experience. Mingjing is not really dead."

Fang Chen smiled faintly and said, "Speaking of which, I also had this kind of experience when I was young, but I have never forgotten everything from the beginning."

Thinking of this, Fang Chen looked at Li Wudao and Red Flame Saint:
"Do you two know the Samsara Immortal Sect?"

Li Wudao and Red Flame Saint looked confused:
"What is the reincarnation gate?"

"nothing."

Fang Chen smiled and turned away. He planned to go talk to Luan Qiutian. (End of this chapter)