Fangzheng sighed. "Otherwise? Are we going to rob them? "
"Master, can you solicit donations?" Salted Fish asked.
Fangzheng shook his head. "This isn't One Finger Village. The outside world doesn't allow people to solicit donations."
Salted Fish was stunned.
Fangzheng explained, "The country has long set the rules. In order to prevent people from impersonating monks to scam them, the solicitation of donations has long been prohibited. In fact, most of the monks out there were fake. It was easy to tell which one was real. A real monk would not ask for money. At most, he would ask for saliva and food. Most of the time, they would carry the food on their backs as they cultivated … "
Salted Fish said, "Man, are monks so miserable? I thought it was just us master and disciple … Uh, that's not right. They have food with them, so they won't starve to death. Why do we feel like we're going to starve to death? "
Fangzheng shook his head. "I won't starve to death. There's always a way."
Just as the two of them were talking, a man angrily walked over from afar. As he walked, he made a phone call and roared, "How many times have I told you? I've had enough! I've had enough! It's easy for you guys to say that. Why don't you give it a try? Every day, I'm dragged along, beep, beep, beep … repeating the same few questions over and over again. Isn't it annoying? Stop talking, let me be quiet for a while! "
With that said, the man hung up and angrily sat on a chair not far from Fangzheng and company. With a furious look, he nearly smashed his cell phone several times. It was obvious that he was really angry …
Salted Fish sent a voice transmission. "Master, the opportunity is here. This fellow is filled with grievances. There's definitely something wrong."
Fangzheng nodded slightly, but here came the problem. He had no idea what she was thinking or what she had encountered. Was he going to hit on her? He wasn't a beauty …
"Ding! Do you need help? "the system suddenly asked.
Fangzheng said, "Yes, but how can you help?"
The System asked, "Is there a need for a divine ability rental service?"
Fangzheng subconsciously imagined that the System was teasing him, but when he heard that, he immediately turned spirited. "Divine power rental? What's the rent? "
The System said, "10,000 merit points in exchange for the right to use a divine power for a day. You can choose your own divine power. However, you can only choose the divine abilities that you once possessed. You can't choose those that you haven't. "
Fangzheng was infuriated when he heard that. "Ten thousand a day? Why don't you go rob someone? "
The System said, "If I were to rob you, it would be one million per day. Alright, I'm just giving you a choice. Whether you choose or not, that's up to you. "
Fangzheng held it in for a long time. When he thought of how he had more than a million merit points, he realized that he could still withstand the calamity. Finally, he said helplessly, "Do I have any other choice? Let's rent it! "
The System said, "What kind of divine ability do you want to rent? Tell me."
Without a word, Fangzheng said, "A Golden Millet Dream!"
The system said, "Ding! Congratulations on obtaining the divine ability, A Golden Millet Dream Trial Version [One Day]. "
When Fangzheng heard the words' trial version ', he felt displeased. However, he still pinched his nose and admitted it.
The next moment, an epiphany flashed through his mind as a familiar feeling came. Fangzheng's eyes flashed as a smile appeared in his eyes. He slowly got up and walked towards the man opposite him.
"Benefactor, are you angry?"
A calm voice sounded. The depressed man frowned and looked up. Just as he was about to flare up, he saw that the person was a monk dressed in tattered clothes!
The man had seen many monks. Most of them were very clean. This was the first time he had seen one in such a miserable state.
If it were in the past, he would have chased him away with a single sentence. However, ever since Fangzheng appeared out of nowhere, everyone, be it monks or Daoists, no longer wanted to kill a boatload of people with a single slap. Instead, they learned to attempt to communicate and distinguish between good and bad before making a comment. They treated the matter but not the person. They treated the person but not the group.
Therefore, the man did not flare up. Instead, he nodded and said, "I'm angry."
Fangzheng chuckled. "Can you tell This Penniless Monk?"
The man's brows furrowed even tighter. At that moment, he did not want to bother with anyone, but there was an exception — strangers!
Strangers did not know who he was. He could pour out all the rubbish in his mind. After pouring it out, he could leave without any psychological burden. Furthermore, he was indeed depressed to death. Therefore, he nodded and gestured for Fangzheng to sit down.
Fangzheng smiled and sat down. "Patron, tell me about it."
The man thought for a moment and said, "My name is Chang Le. What a funny name …"
When he mentioned his name, Chang Le curled his lips in disdain. Clearly, he did not like this name. Or perhaps, he found his name funny.
Fangzheng had no intention of continuing the topic. Now, he was just a trash can, waiting for the other party to talk. If he said too much, it would only annoy the other party and he might not even talk to him anymore.
Chang Le continued, "I'm the only son in the family. I raised the family alone. Although there aren't many people in the family, … living in such a city is really stressful. "
Fangzheng nodded and did not say a word as he continued listening.
Chang Le said, "I wake up at 6: 30 am every day. After tidying up everything, I have to make breakfast and take care of my father for breakfast. Then, I go to work and face a bunch of messy things. At noon, I run back to cook … It's the same at night. Every day, I'm like a robot. I can't see any new colors at all … "
Fangzheng nodded slightly. This was the most vexing thing for all office workers.
Chang Le continued, "That's fine. The key is my dad!"
Fangzheng looked at Chang Le in surprise. He did not expect Chang Le to be vexed because of this.
Chang Le scratched his head and said, "My dad has dementia and his memory is very bad. Every day when I go back, the house is in a mess. Pots and pans are all over the floor, and I don't know how many bowls are broken … Especially today, he spilled the new rice I bought all over the kitchen! There's water everywhere. He didn't turn off the faucet all day. The sewer is blocked by a rag, and water is flooding downstairs. The neighbors downstairs ran over. What can I do? I can only apologize and compensate.
My dad … Sigh …
His memory is so bad that he can ask me a question more than ten times! He nags endlessly. Have you ever experienced that feeling? "
Fangzheng thought for a moment and shook his head.
Chang Le grumbled, "I really can't take it anymore. I feel like I can't stay in that house anymore!"
Fangzheng asked, "Does he scatter rice on the floor every day?"
Chang Le nodded and said, "Yes, every day! There's not a day that I don't have to worry about … The vegetables I bought in the morning, he would chop them up and throw them all over the floor! What is he doing? Does he not want to live? "
When Chang Le said this, he angrily smashed the chair.
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