Chapter 561: The Old Monk, The Little Beggar
The weather was scorching hot, a difficult summer to endure.
On the bumpy road to Shangjing, the old monk named Guixin had developed thick calluses on his feet. They blistered and healed repeatedly, blistered and healed again, until the knuckles of his toes stuck out prominently. Yet he never stopped walking.
He survived by begging for food along the way, his clothes ragged and tattered. But somehow, the old monk had made it this far.
However, how much strength does a person truly have left? Even the toughest might fall under such hardship.
The old monk’s lips cracked, his eyes sunken. Under the blazing sun, beads of sweat trickled down his cheeks… until there were fewer and fewer.
He looked around desperately but found the land parched; no water anywhere.
The old monk sighed and sought out households.
He knocked on several doors, only to be driven away again and again.
“Where’d this beggar come from? Get lost, go on!”