"Are you disturbing my sleep?"
The beggar opened his eyes, blinked, and cursed impatiently: "Cry, cry, cry!"
"Isn't it just a man who died? There are men everywhere in the world. If one of them dies, just look for another one and cry like a child!"
"Ask the old god for help!"
The woman only kowtowed and begged.
The beggar was extremely impatient. After looking at the young woman for a few times, he suddenly smiled and said, "Hey, what do you think of me, beggar?"
"In terms of appearance, I'm much more handsome than your scary dead husband. He's already dead. How about you follow me?"
The beggar's words immediately caused him to be scorned and scolded by the people around him, saying that he was too shameless to take advantage of others' danger and tease a widow like this.
"Why are you arguing? If you have the ability, come and save him?"
The beggar showed no shame. Instead, he pointed at the people around him and yelled: "You have no ability, right? Then get out of here!"
His words immediately angered some people with righteous indignation. A few strong men rolled up their sleeves and wanted to teach him a lesson.
But he was held back by his companions.
Fighting in broad daylight is a serious crime.
At this time, the young woman's face was flushed, whether from shame or anger.
The beggar was proud of himself and glanced at the people around him with disdain.
Then he rolled his eyes, smiled, and suddenly his throat rolled, making a disgusting sound.
The next moment, he spat out a ball of thick yellow-green phlegm, held it in his hand, and handed it to the woman's mouth: "To tell you the truth, you are a dead man and I have no ability to save you."
"But it's okay to let him come back to life and renew our relationship with you as husband and wife for a few more days. After a few days, give him his whole body and bury him with dignity."
"But I have helped the beggar once. He did not listen to my advice and lost his life. It was all on himself. If he asks me to save him again, it will not be in vain."
"If you can eat this and prove that you don't despise me as a beggar and are willing to let me be your man, then I will revive this dead man and let you two continue our old relationship for a few more days."
Jiang Zhou and the people around him almost vomited out the thick phlegm in their throats just by looking at it.
The young woman was not only disgusted, but she was also so fumed by the stench that she almost closed her eyes.
"It's too much to bully others!"
"That woman, don't pay attention to this crazy beggar!"
"Yes! You are clearly taking advantage of someone's danger, in broad daylight. How can you humiliate and molest a woman like this?"
"Go to the officials! Let the Criminal Division come and take this dirty thing!"
The people watching were shouting angrily.
The young woman was sobbing.
But when I thought of my husband's teacher's words, I looked at my husband's miserable body next to me.
At least I can survive for a few days, and my husband can be restored to his body, which is honorable after all.
I thought I'd just close my eyes, grab the ball of pickled meat from the beggar's hand, raise my head and swallow it all.
I felt a ball of cotton-like stuff rolling down my throat.
"Hahahaha, I never thought that a beggar could find a beautiful woman to fall in love with in this life, that's enough, that's enough."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Under the green locust tree, the beggar had disappeared.
I could only hear bursts of laughter fading away.
The young woman's face was full of shame and anger, and she just thought that the beggar was deliberately teasing and humiliating her.
The more I thought about it, the more embarrassed and angry I became, and I almost fainted on the spot.
Suddenly I felt a strange itching in my chest, and I couldn't help but cough violently.
His throat rolled, and he coughed up the yellow-green substance he had just swallowed.
The onlookers exclaimed and made an uproar.
It turned out that the pickled thing fell into the empty chest of the bloody corpse and turned into something like the heart, lungs and internal organs.
The heart beats loudly.
The open chest slowly healed.
Even the body is slowly growing new skin.
In just a few breaths, Scholar Wu returned to his original appearance, leaving only a small scar on his chest.
The young woman cried with joy, quickly took off her sackcloth and put it on her husband.
Jiang Zhou's eyes were straightened.
The living dead, flesh and bones?
This is simply a magical method.
It was happening vividly before my eyes, and the shock was indescribable.
After watching the excitement, the crowd gradually dispersed.
However, this kind of strange thing still makes people talk about it.
When Jiang Zhou saw the scholar Wu and his wife helping each other to leave, he also walked back.
Suddenly, a laugh came from my ears: "Boy, you are covered with dark clouds. In a few days, disaster is bound to happen."
Jiang Zhou frowned slightly and paused slightly before returning to normal without stopping.
He recognized the voice and it belonged to the beggar just now.
To make a fuss.
I won't dump you.
In fact, it was this beggar that made him feel a little weird.
Although his methods are amazing, he behaves crazily and does not follow common sense. He has no desire to climb high.
For no reason, who knows why he came to find me?
It would be great fun if he took a bite of that stuff if he was so interested...
Jiang Zhou didn't think he could outplay a man who could kill human flesh and bones by spitting.
"Boy, aren't you afraid of death?"
The sound coming from the ears was a bit surprising.
Jiang Zhou could only feel a blur of flowers in front of his eyes. On a tree not far ahead, a dirty beggar was half lying on a branch, looking at him with a smile.
well...
It seems there is no way to escape...
He had no choice but to smile: "Why do you teach me, senior?"
"hey-hey."
The beggar crossed his arms and looked at the sky: "Teach you? Why should I teach you? Who are you, an old monk?"
Old monk?
Jiang Zhou took a closer look and found that the beggar had disheveled hair, bare feet and ragged clothes that could not cover his body. There was indeed a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck and chest.
It's just that it's dark and greasy, almost the same as his skin color. You can't really see it unless you look carefully.
"Then senior, do you want to sell me the secret book because of this boy's amazing bones and let me save the world?"
Jiang Zhou had no intention of clinging to these strange experts and casually made a joke that no one could understand.
Don't tell me, this beggar is quite impressive.
"Selling your secret book?"
As expected, the beggar was stunned and completely confused.
"Um..."
Jiang Zhou saw him scratching his bird's nest-like hair with his dark claws, looking thoughtful, as if he was considering the feasibility of this sentence.
Then he showed a happy face and kept saying: "Interesting, interesting, interesting!"
"Boy! You are far from being a skeletal being. With your body, even if there is a unique secret book, it will be a waste if you practice it! Do you still want to save the world?"
"If it were anyone else, no one would be willing to teach you the true method even if you kowtow."
The beggar raised his head and scanned him, and said disdainfully: "But I want people to be unexpected and unable to guess! Just as you say, the old monk will sell you the secret book!"
Jiang Zhou: "..."
This beggar spoke confusingly, calling himself Lao Tzu at one moment and Lao Monk at another.
Shaking his head, he seemed to be immersed in his own world, going crazy.
Jiang Zhou didn't want to benefit him, and he didn't want to cause trouble. He moved slowly, as if he was leaving in another direction.