"Isn't it just fifty thousand? My classmate has given so many tips. There are even a hundred thousand! "exclaimed the boy.
Fangzheng pricked up his brows. "Young Patron, what does your classmate's family do?"
"His classmate is in the real estate business," said the woman with a sigh. Deep in her eyes was a deep sense of pain and inferiority. His parents were capable, but she wasn't. She felt even worse for the child.
Fangzheng nodded slightly and squatted down. "Why did you tip that streamer?"
"I think she's very pretty. Besides, I like the feeling of her thanking me in front of so many people. It gives me a sense of accomplishment." When the boy said that, his eyes were filled with longing.
Fangzheng understood such thoughts very well. Back when he was in school, he was poor. When he saw his classmates eating well and having fun, he also yearned for the day he had money so that he could posture and make up for it. Back then, he also felt a little inferior, but it wasn't as intense as the child. He was actually engrossed in the glory of the virtual world. The child in front of him was clearly not possessed, but mentally ill.
At the same time, Fangzheng was displeased with the streamer. Where was her conscience to earn money from a child?
Hence, Fangzheng asked, "Did she take your money just like that?"
"No. She asked me what I do and how old I am. I said that I'm already an adult and have a job. This bit of money is nothing, "said the child calmly. It was as though this bit of money was indeed nothing to him.
Fangzheng heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that. At least the streamer had asked. She was earning money from that bowl of rice. The money was legitimate, so there was no reason for her to reject it. From the looks of it, he couldn't be blamed.
However, Fangzheng still asked, "What's your online name? This Penniless Monk also likes to watch livestreams. I even know a streamer. Who knows, I might have heard of your name. "
The child looked at Fangzheng as though he was a fool. However, under the woman's stern gaze, he obediently said, "Supreme Prince."
Fangzheng nodded slightly and memorized the name. Although he might not be able to help, he could at least do his best.
Fangzheng stood up. "Female Patron, how do you want to exorcise him by bringing him to the monastery?"
The woman wore a blank look when she heard that. She shook her head. "I … I don't know either …"
Fangzheng smiled. "Female Patron, since you don't know how to exorcise the evil, why don't you leave it to This Penniless Monk?"
"This …" The woman hesitated for a moment, clearly not trusting Fangzheng.
When Fangzheng saw this, he smiled. "Female Patron, don't worry. This Penniless Monk's monastery doesn't charge for exorcism."
The woman heaved a sigh of relief and nodded, "Thank you, Abbot."
Fangzheng nodded and looked down at the boy. "Follow This Penniless Monk."
"I'm not leaving! I'm not going! I'm not sick! "The little boy yelled, turned around, and ran.
The woman didn't manage to stop the boy and let him escape. She shouted angrily and was about to chase after him.
However, Fangzheng said, "There's no need to pursue. Patron, if you are at ease, let This Penniless Monk handle it."
The woman obviously wasn't willing to listen. Without even looking at Fangzheng, she chased after him.
Fangzheng smiled as he looked at the boy's back. His thumb, index finger, and pinky pressed against each other. His middle finger retracted, and his ring finger crossed. He silently recited an incantation and gently said, "Swordsman!"
The boy who was running felt his body suddenly lose control. He clearly wanted to run, but his body stopped uncontrollably. Then, he turned and ran towards the monastery.
The boy looked as though he had seen a ghost as he watched Fangzheng approach.
The woman was taken aback. She had no idea what was happening.
The boy wanted to shout for help, but the moment he opened his mouth, he said, "Mom, I've thought it through. I'll give it a try with Abbot."
The woman heaved a sigh of relief when she heard that. She stroked the boy's head and said, "Good, good, good … It's good that you have thought things through." However, the way she looked at Fangzheng was clearly a little more astonished. The child had returned just as he said he would return. Wasn't this too godly? Could he be clairvoyant?
With this in mind, the woman's trust in Fangzheng increased significantly.
However, the boy looked at the white-robed monk in front of him in horror. He had thought nothing of Fangzheng previously, but now, he was truly afraid! To be able to control his body without a sound, was he still human? Could he be a demon? Could he be eaten?
Fangzheng turned and walked into the monastery. The boy followed behind him, and the woman immediately followed.
Fangzheng asked the woman, "Patron, how should I address you?"
"My name is Liu Daifen. This is my son, Li Haopeng," said Liu Daifen.
"Where's the child's father?" Fangzheng asked subconsciously.
When Liu Daifen heard that, her face was filled with loneliness … She said, "He left three years ago."
Fangzheng pressed his palms together and said, "Amitabha. Patron, my condolences."
Liu Daifen shook her head and said, "It's been so many years. I'm used to it. Abbot, can you really treat this child? "
Fangzheng shook his head and said, "This Penniless Monk can only do his best. Whether he can change will depend on the child and you."
"Depend on me?" Liu Daifen was taken aback.
Fangzheng nodded but did not say a word. When they came to the temple hall, Fangzheng said to Li Haopeng, "Go in and kneel. Pay your respects to Buddha in peace."
When Liu Daifen heard that, she wanted to say something. She knew her child very well. It would be great if Li Haopeng was that obedient. However, to her surprise, Li Haopeng really walked in and knelt down obediently. It left her dumbfounded. The way she looked at Fangzheng was filled with incredulity and respect.
Fangzheng got Liu Daifen to wait by the door as he entered the temple hall. He struck the wooden fish and began chanting the scriptures.
In fact, Fangzheng was deliberately mystifying things. Children were different from adults. A Golden Millet Dream required a lot of mental strength. If the other party was very weak and mentally weak, it would be very dangerous for Fangzheng to forcefully enter the dream. Therefore, Fangzheng did not plan on forcing Li Haopeng into a dream to perform a Golden Millet Dream.
Instead, after Liu Daifen relaxed, he formed the Inner Lion Seal again and said the word 'Swordsman'. A subconscious command was transmitted into Li Haopeng's mind before he continued chanting the scriptures.
Li Haopeng did not find anything abnormal. The only thing he felt uncomfortable about was being unable to control his body! That horror was more terrifying than killing him.
An hour later, Fangzheng looked at the time. It was time for dinner. Hence, he got up and brought Li Haopeng out.
Liu Daifen looked at Fangzheng nervously and worriedly. "Venerable One, how is it?"
Fangzheng said with a smile, "Amitabha. All This Penniless Monk can do is help him chant the scriptures. Whether he can change will depend on himself. Patron, it's noon. Don't starve the child. It's best you leave the mountain early. "
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