The old monk Tongshou Temple almost cried.

Really, even though I was holding back, tears were already welling up in my eyes.

What a sin!

He was originally a low-level street liar. He occasionally relied on fairly good playing cards and mahjong tiles to spend a little money in the lowest-end gambling stalls on the street. Of course, not too much.

If there are too many, they will be discovered.

If he is discovered, his hands will be chopped off.

He doesn't want this.

He also wanted to live a long life and rest in peace in his grave.

Therefore, he mingled cautiously and stayed alive.

As for finding a real job?

He did it before he was fifty.

He has worked as a convenience store waiter, food stall vegetable cutter, car cleaner, parking boy, etc.

That time was his happiest time.

Although they are all part-time workers, not regular workers, and they don’t earn much, they can earn some money every day and occasionally have working meals.

But once he passed the age of fifty, this kind of work said goodbye to him.

More young people replaced him.

However, he did not blame others.

After all, compared with those guys who jumped from the roof after the financial wave receded, he is much happier.

At least, he is still alive.

Live like a human being.

Therefore, the cardboard box he lives in is the cleanest, and the surrounding area is cleaned every day.

Until...

An old monk appeared.

It was a misty morning, and the old monk fell at the door of his "home" covered in blood.

If it were somewhere else, he would just be out of sight and out of mind, and leave ruthlessly.

But at the door of 'home', he couldn't turn a blind eye.

He didn't know what happened to the old monk.

He just carried the old monk into his home, and then cleaned up the blood stains.

Then, the old monk was treated with the treasured medicine.

If you want to live longer, medicine is a must.

He always leaves some working capital to buy necessary medicines.

From cold medicine, antidiarrheal medicine to iodophor, bandages and more.

These may seem basic, but they are life-saving things at critical moments.

He has seen many 'neighbors' lose their lives due to a cold.

The old monk was seriously injured.

There are scars all over the body.

Many of them have deep visible bones.

Even being alive seemed incredible to him.

Likewise, there is the resilience of the old monk.

After disinfecting and applying medicine, the old monk woke up in the evening.

However, it's a bit weak.

But it's normal.

An ordinary person would have been out of breath by such a serious injury.

"Thank you, thank you."

The old monk thanked him with difficulty.

"No thanks."

"If you died on my doorstep, I would be in trouble."

"Eat quickly, recover quickly after eating, and then leave quickly."

He talked to the old monk in an indifferent tone.

Then, he took out two cans from his 'spare dry food'.

Canned food is easy to preserve and has a long storage time.

Canned meat, in particular, is a treasure in difficult times.

He only hid three.

Now I take out two of them just to help the old monk recover quickly.

He had even prepared a plan on how to make the old monk eat these two canned meats.

But contrary to his expectation, the old monk didn't seem to mind eating meat at all.

It was completely different from the old monk he knew.

The old monk is not just weird in this way.

In addition to not eating meat, this old monk is also very interested in playing cards and mahjong tiles.

He must be a fake monk!

The previous injuries should have been caused by the fraud being discovered!

This is what he was thinking at the time.

Then, the distance between the two became so close.

After all, he is half a peer.

The diary just goes by day by day.

The old monk's bald head has long been covered by a layer of short white hair, and his health has improved. He wears his old clothes and walks around his 'home' for a long time.

Sometimes we even pick up cans with him.

Occasionally, I find something useful in the trash.

then?

Naturally, I would drink some beer instead.

He drank, chatted and laughed with the fake monk.

He was the one laughing.

Because this fake monk always told him some legends as truth.

Has a nose and eyes.

He won't believe it.

Then, a few months later, the fake monk suddenly said that he was leaving because he had some things to do.

He didn't hold back.

How can people like them retain others?

Absolutely no regrets!

He didn't send the fake monk and went back 'home' early.

Then, looking at the clothes left by the old monk, I stayed in a daze all night.

You have to get through life.

More than a month has passed.

After his life became peaceful, the old monk appeared again.

Still injured and covered in blood, he fell at the door of his house.

"Hello!"

"Although we are liars, we must have a bottom line!"

"Just eat two meals together, don't go too far."
To be continued...