Above the back mountain, the fog is still there.

The people sitting cross-legged are like statues, motionless.

......

A teenager, climbing on the rugged mountain road with difficulty, the scorching sun, he was already extremely short of water, but he didn't know what was supporting him, and he never had the idea of giving up.

He has had no parents since he realized it, or his parents abandoned him, or his parents were long gone.

He lived with a beggar and lived a life where everyone shouted and beat him, and it was difficult to fill his stomach.

Sometimes they will steal, they will rob, and if they can't steal, they will only starve, and if they can't rob, they will be beaten violently.

How many times he almost died, but he survived in the end.

For him, every day is very slow and difficult.

He didn't know how many cities he had stepped on, followed the old beggar around begging, and was looked down upon.

He doesn't envy other children, accompanied by their parents, toys to play with, and snacks to eat.

Or rather, he was envious before, but now, he completely ignores these.

He felt that the world was very unfair and that no one was more pitiful and helpless than him.

He thought about seeking death, but there was still an old beggar by his side, what would he do if he died?

It was he who supported himself, and year after year, day after day, he was beaten and fell ill.

But every time he gets some food, he eats most of it for himself.

Now that he's grown up, he's thirteen.

He couldn't imagine how the old beggar had kept him alive.

But what he can know is that he must repay the old beggar.

Even for the sake of the old beggar, he must not die.

Supported by this belief, he spared no effort to steal, rob, and treat the old beggar.

But one winter night, he finally held a bun that he had finally snatched, and when he returned, he found that the old beggar had frozen to death.

He didn't cry, just knelt on the ground for a long time before eating the bun.

Then he dug a pit and buried the old beggar.

Lost dependence, lost faith.

He wanted to be a full ghost, so he went out again to rob it, intending to come here to die when he was full.

He was chased by a group of people for several blocks and fled to a hill outside the city.

It was already night, and there were tigers and wolves here, and those people did not catch up, but returned to the city with a curse.

He leaned against a tree and stuffed the three buns he had snatched, two meat buns, and one vegetarian bun into his mouth.

The two flavors blend together, stimulating the taste buds, and he is satisfied.

Then, he choked.

The feeling is painful.

He wanted to die and accompany the old beggar, but he didn't want to die in such pain.

Because his life was already painful.

He got up and went to find water, and there must be a stream in the mountain.

But instead of finding the creek, he encountered a lone wolf.

He was already choking, and the thought of fear made him even more painful.

He later discovered that the lone wolf was wounded and that he was hungry.

Sticky saliva fell from the fangs, and the bloodshot pupils stared at him viciously.

It's like the expression on your face when you see a meat bun.

He was still thinking like that.

The lone wolf's mouth made an oozing sound, which was extremely terrifying in the dark night.

It was approaching the boy.

The steps were heavy, and he felt as if he heard a heartbeat, which was incomparably clear.

He didn't want to be choked to death, and he didn't want to be eaten by wolves.

In that case, I will definitely die ugly, and I will be torn into pieces, and the picture must be disgusting.

He didn't want such an ending, so he picked up a rock and was going to fight the lone wolf.

Two 'lone wolves' are facing each other.

Finally, the wolf, who was still very hungry, could not bear it anymore and pounced on him.

This is a fight with a huge disparity in strength.

Fortunately, the lone wolf was injured.

The boy had a good fortune for the first time, he killed the wolf.

Without any hesitation, he bit the wolf's neck.

The warm liquid flowed down his throat, very orangutan, but he felt that it was a human delicacy.

He won't choke to death.

He was satisfied, and he wanted to return to the old beggar, but he suddenly found that he seemed to be lost.

He spent a day in the mountains, always trying to find his way back to the city.

He was hungry and thirsty.

But he can't die here, he wants to go back to the old beggar, and he doesn't want the old beggar to feel lonely.

The sun in the sky was dazzling, and he seemed to have found his way back.

According to the position of the sun in the sky, he will definitely be able to return to the city.

But before he knew it, he had gone too far and he couldn't go any further.

He was tired and sleepy.

Finally, he passed out on the mountain road.

When he woke up, there was an old man standing in front of him, and he was lying on a bed.

"Are you awake?"

The old man seemed to care about him, but the young man felt that it was very unreal, and no one would care about him except the old beggar.

"Do you want to sell me?" he asked the old man.

The old man smiled and asked, "Why did I sell you?"

"Then why did you save me?"

"To save you, must I have to sell you?" the old man seemed curious.

"The world will not tolerate me. ”

"Then you, can you tolerate this world?"

The boy was silent.

If there is an old beggar in this world, then he can tolerate this world.

But now that the old beggar is gone, it's not that he can't tolerate this world, it's that this world can't tolerate him at all.

The old man smiled: "I saved you, it means that your life should not be extinguished, not that this world can't tolerate you, but that you haven't found your own way." ”

"What path are you taking?" the boy asked rhetorically.

"It's a path of practice. Cultivation can make your life more meaningful, and it can also make you have the ability to do things. But the world will no longer tolerate you. ”

"The world can't hold me. ”

"So, do you want to practice with me?"

"I don't want to. ”

The old man was silent for a long time and asked, "What's your name?"

"I don't have a name, the old beggar calls me a little beggar. ”

"Would you like a name?"

The boy pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "I want to have a name." ”

The old man nodded: "My surname is Chu, are you willing to follow my surname?"

"It doesn't matter. ”

"Chu is shocking. The old man looked at the young man and said, "Are you satisfied with this name?"

The young man's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he nodded: "The sky can't tolerate me, so I will shock the sky and make him afraid of me." It's a name, I like it a lot. ”

"Then would you like to practice with me?"

"What's the good of cultivating? I'm going to find the old beggar, he's dead, he needs me. ”

"There are many benefits of cultivation, and when you become a great practitioner, you can give the old beggar a best burial place and make him proud of you. ”

"Okay, I'm willing to practice with you. ”

"The path of cultivation is very difficult, especially the tempering of the state of mind, everything you have experienced is a test of God for you. You don't need to forget, but you have to see through it, otherwise, your path of cultivation will not be smooth. ”