Chapter 1408 The Poor Monk Has Done

Fangzheng sighed and said, "What else? Are you going to grab it?"

"Master, can you go for alms?" Xianyu asked.

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "It's not One Finger Village, the outside world doesn't allow alms."

Salted fish was stunned.

Fangzheng explained: "The country has regulations for a long time. In order to prevent people from pretending to be monks and cheating, we have not allowed alms for alms. In fact, the monks walking outside are basically fake. To distinguish which one is real, It's very simple. True monks don't ask for money, they ask for food and food. Most of the time, they will carry food on their backs and practice penance along the way..."

Xianyu said: "Good guy, is it so miserable to be a monk? I thought it was only us master and apprentice... Uh, no, they still carry food to survive, and they need to eat at critical moments. Why do we feel like What about the rhythm of starvation?"

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "If you can't die from starvation, there is always a way."

Just as the two of them were talking, a man approached aggressively from a distance, made a phone call while walking, and yelled at the same time: "How many times have I said this? I've had enough! I've had enough! You guys Standing and talking doesn’t hurt your back, try it with you guys? I’m being dragged every day, beeping...repeating so many questions endlessly, isn’t it bothering you?! Stop talking, let me be quiet for a while!”

After finishing speaking, the man hung up the phone, and sat angrily on the chair not far from Fangzheng and the others, with an angry look on his face, he wanted to drop the phone several times. Obviously, he was really angry...

Xianyu voice transmission: "Master, the opportunity has come, this guy is full of resentment, there must be something wrong."

Fangzheng nodded slightly, but here came the problem, he had no idea what the other party was thinking, what happened to him, so he went up to strike up a conversation? He is not a beauty...

"Ding! Do you need help?" The system suddenly asked.

Fangzheng said: "It is necessary, but how can you help?"

The system said: "Do you need the supernatural power rental service?"

Fangzheng subconsciously thought that the system would tease him, but when he heard it, he immediately regained his spirits: "Magic power rental? What kind of rental method?"

The system said: "Ten thousand merits are exchanged for the right to use supernatural powers for one day. You can choose your own supernatural powers. However, you can only choose the supernatural powers you have had before. If you haven't, you can't choose."

When Fangzheng heard it, he immediately became angry: "Ten thousand a day? Why don't you go grab it?"

The system said: "If I grab it, it will be one million a day. Well, I'm just offering you a choice. Whether you choose or not is up to you."

Fangzheng held back for a long time, thinking that with his merits of more than one million yuan, he could still withstand disasters, and finally said helplessly: "Do I have any other choice? Rent it!"

The system said: "What kind of supernatural powers are rented, let's talk."

Fangzheng said without saying a word: "A dream of yellow beams!"

The system said: "Ding! Congratulations on obtaining supernatural powers, a trial version of a dream of yellow beams [one day]."

When Fangzheng heard the words "experimental version", he felt uncomfortable for a while, but he still recognized it with his nose.

The next moment, a kind of enlightenment flashed in his mind, and a familiar feeling came. Fangzheng's eyes flashed, and a smile hung in his eyes. He slowly got up and walked towards the man opposite.

"Benefactor, are you angry?"

A peaceful voice sounded, and the depressed man frowned and raised his head. He was about to get angry, but it turned out that the person who came was a monk in tattered clothes!

The man has seen many monks, most of them are very clean, and this is the first time he sees such miserable ones.

If it was before, he would have driven people away with one sentence. But since the birth of Fangzheng, everyone treats monks and Taoist priests well, and they won't kill a boatload of people with a single slap. Instead, I learned to try to communicate, identify, distinguish between good and bad, and then make comments. For things not for people, for people not for groups.

Therefore, the man didn't get angry, but nodded and said, "angry."

Fangzheng laughed and said, "Can you talk to the poor monk?"

The man's brows were furrowed even tighter. At this time, he didn't want to talk to anyone, but there was one exception, and that was strangers!

Strangers don't know who he is, and he can dump out his full amount of thought garbage at will, and when he's done, he pats his butt and leaves without any psychological burden. Moreover, he was indeed depressed to the point of death, so he simply nodded and signaled Fangzheng to sit down.

Fangzheng sat down with a smile, and said, "Benefactor, tell me."

The man thought for a while and said, "My name is Chang Le, a ridiculous name..."

When it came to his own name, Chang Le curled his lips in disdain, obviously not liking the name. Or, he thought his name was funny.

Fangzheng didn't intend to pick up the topic. Now he is just a trash can, waiting for the other party to talk. If you talk too much, it will only make the other person bored, and they won't even tell you.

Chang Le continued: "I'm the only son in the family, and I raise the family alone. Although there are not many people in the family, but... living in such a city is really stressful."

Fangzheng nodded, did not speak, and continued to listen.

Chang Le said: "I get up at 6:30 every morning, pack everything, make breakfast, and take care of my father for breakfast. Then I go to work, face a lot of messy things, and run back at noon to cook... It's still like this at night. Every day is the same as a robot, and I can't see fresh colors at all..."

Fangzheng nodded slightly, this was the most distressing thing for all office workers.

Chang Le continued: "That's fine, the key is my dad!"

Fangzheng looked at Chang Le in surprise, but he didn't expect Chang Le to be troubled by this.

Chang Le scratched his head and said: "My dad has dementia, and his memory is very bad. Every day when I go back to the house, the house is a mess. Pots and pans smashed all over the floor, and I don't know how many bowls are broken... Especially today, He spilled the rice I bought all over the kitchen! There was water everywhere, he left the faucet open for a day, the drain was blocked by a rag, and water flooded downstairs. The neighbor downstairs came, what can I do? Can apologize and lose money.

My dad... hey...

His memory is so poor that he can repeat a question to me more than ten times! Nagging, endless, have you ever experienced that feeling? "

Fangzheng thought for a while, then shook his head.

Chang Le complained: "I really can't take it anymore, I feel like I can't stay in that house at all!"

Fangzheng asked, "Does he sprinkle rice on the ground every day?"

Chang Le nodded and said: "Well, every day! There is no day that makes me worry... He can chop up the vegetables I bought in the morning and throw them all over the floor! What is this for? Don't you want to live your life? ?”

When Chang Le said this, he smashed his chair angrily.

Fangzheng nodded slightly, and said: "Benefactor, although the poor monk has never been nagged like this, but... the poor monk has nagged others like this, and also smashed many, many things..."