Chapter 742
Fangzheng was stunned, and asked puzzledly: "Teacher, this song is called "The Wandering Song". No matter the tune, it is full of sadness and longing, and many people will feel sympathy or sympathy when they listen to it, how come you want to hit someone?"
The red boy curled his lips and said: "The sympathy and sympathy of the fart, with us, if you go out, you will either return to your hometown or die outside. If you go out like this, you can't be a human being, and you are forced to be a weak person who is homesick. It can’t survive the length of an episode of TV series. In our case, success or failure, everything is spelled out.”
Upon hearing this, Fangzheng shook his head helplessly and said, "No wonder it's not enough for you to have Heaven, you also need Lingshan and Buddha."
"Why?" Red Boy asked.
Fangzheng said very seriously: "Because life is too cheap and force is greater than human nature, it is natural that someone needs to cross, otherwise wouldn't it be more chaotic?"
Hong Haier said disapprovingly; "However, I still think we are good, free-spirited, and we can do whatever we want."
"And then you became a money-spreading boy?" Fangzheng squinted and said with a smirk.
"Master, can we not mention this?" Hong Boy said bitterly.
Fangzheng chuckled, at this time, the singer was approaching, and he saw one person lying on a small skateboard with wheels, and there was a speaker behind the skateboard. This man had no legs at all, and his body was a bit deformed, his butt was a bit high, and when he held two wooden boards with both hands, the car slid forward. While sliding, he sang through the microphone near his mouth. There is a tin box in front of him. There is a lot of money in the box, ten yuan, fifty yuan, and a red ticket. The rest are a few yuan, and a small pile of coins.
Many people walked by the side to recycle, took out some change and threw it into the tin box.
"Master, why do I feel that people come in faster than you?" Hong Boy looked up at Fangzheng.
Fangzheng gave him a sudden shudder, this damn boy, what nonsense are you talking about?
At this time, the singer suddenly looked up and saw Fangzheng and Honghaier, his eyes lit up. Fangzheng looked at that look, as if a squirrel saw the biscuit in his hand, and the lone wolf saw the ham sausage in the hands of Zhao Datong and other students back then! That feeling is weird...
At this time, the disabled person slid over immediately, singing while sliding, his voice became more vigorous.
"Master is here, will you give me money?" Hong Haier asked.
Fangzheng shook his head and said, "No!"
"Why?" Red Boy was asking, when the handicapped man had already come in front of Fang, looking up at them.
Red Boy looked at Fangzheng, and Fangzheng said: "Amitabha, benefactor, please leave."
As a result, the handicapped man didn't speak, but just stared at him. At the same time, he sang louder, with a bit of crying, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Originally, Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er were conspicuous, but the disabled person was also conspicuous. In addition, he was carrying a loudspeaker with him, so people passing by would inevitably be attracted to him and take a look at him. What's more, such a sudden voice was really scary, so by the way, I saw Fangzheng and Honghaier in strange clothes, and stopped to watch one by one. Seeing more and more people coming over, the disabled beggar had a provocative look deep in his eyes, as if to say, are you embarrassed not to give it?
Fangzheng also understood that the other party had seen that he was a monk and a young monk, and since he had attracted so many people's attention, he was sure of him!
So Fangzheng squatted down and said in a low voice: "The benefactors are all scumbags, why bother?"
"Hehe...give me the money!" The other party smiled, turned off the microphone, and said domineeringly. The meaning of the other party is very simple, I am sure of you! You don't give money? Do you mind? Do you have the cheek to face countless eyes?
Fangzheng frowned and said, "Benefactor, are you robbing? Your money came in much faster than the poor monk's."
"Tch, you sit and collect money, I ask for money lying down, you are more comfortable than me. Give me the money, or I will follow you all the time." The other party became more determined when he heard that Fang Zheng's accent was not a local one.
Fangzheng knew that this was not a beggar, but a robber! He has also seen many reports about beggars, but this is the first time he has encountered such an arrogant beggar. Seeing that Fang Zheng seemed to be deflated, Hong Haier smiled, looked at Fang Zheng and said, "Master, do you want me to take action? Stew him in one pot!"
Fangzheng patted him on the head and signaled for a moment. Seeing this, Honghaier smiled brighter: "Can you stew him?"
Fangzheng gave him a big roll of his eyes, and said, "Jingxin, your comprehension is not enough, go back and read the "Diamond Sutra" and "Langa Sutra" one hundred and eight times!"
When Hong Haier heard this, his face immediately turned bitter. Why is he not enlightened enough? Didn't you just not see what he meant? This monk is too pitiful!
"Little monk, don't try to change the topic, hurry up and give me the money." The one lying on the ground was unhappy, and said in a low voice.
Fangzheng glanced at the other party, then looked at Honghaier, but Honghaier still didn't understand Fangzheng's meaning. Fangzheng shook his head helplessly, sure enough, he had to do it himself!
So Fangzheng squatted down unceremoniously, stretched out his big white hand, and spread his slender fingers. Then, under the beggar's stunned gaze, he closed his five fingers together, and grabbed a handful of money, and then the beggar was dumbfounded. Watching the bald thief put the money into his arms! At that moment, the beggar's mind buzzed, what's going on with this shit? The style of painting is a bit wrong!
The beggar was about to roar angrily, and was going to use the power of the audience around him to threaten the monk to pay back the money.
In the end, Fangzheng clasped his hands together helplessly, and said loudly, "Amitabha! Almighty, I never expected you to be so devout! The poor monk can't ask for your money, but you insist on giving it to the poor monk, and give it all. How about that?" , the poor monk doesn’t take too much, just a handful, if there are too many, it’s really impossible to take.”
"You..." The beggar looked down at the money in the tin box, but all the banknotes were gone, only some coins were left shining in the sun! The beggar was so angry that he almost lost his breath, yelling in his heart: Who gave it to you? Did you tm take it yourself? a handful? Why are your fucking hands so big? Damn you, dead thief bald, do you have a good conscience?
The beggar was furious, and immediately turned on the stereo, opened his mouth wide and shouted, but as soon as the words came out, it became: "Master, take the money! I believe in Buddhism!"
As soon as the next words came out, the beggar only felt his eyes were moist, and could not stop crying. The money he earned from crawling all morning was going to disappear? Distressed! Also, this is not what he wanted to say! Damn, there is a ghost!
PS: Shout out, a book friend told me that a great god said this. So I went to have a look, and it turns out that there is such an operation in the background...but I didn't know it at all before! Well, starting from today, I will take a look at the message that the great god said, except for not spoiling, the rest will be answered one by one.