Fangzheng was taken aback as he asked in puzzlement, "My dear disciple, this song's name is' Vagabond Song. 'It's about a prodigal son who goes out to fight for his life. He works hard outside but ends up with nothing. He misses his hometown and the days when he misses his mother. Be it the tune, it's filled with sorrow and longing. Many people will feel sympathy or resonance when they hear it. Why do you want to beat someone up when it's your turn? "
Red Boy curled his lips and said, "Bullsh * t resonance and sympathy. In our world, one either returns home in glory or dies outside. Weaklings like him who can't make a name for himself when he goes out and even grumbles about homesickness won't live past the length of an episode of a television series. In our world, it's success or death. Everything has to be fought for. "
Fangzheng shook his head helplessly when he heard that. "It's no wonder it's not enough to have the Heavenly Courts. You still need Mount Numinous and Buddha."
"Why?" asked Red Boy.
Fangzheng said very seriously, "Because life is too cheap. Strength is greater than human nature, so there's naturally a need for people to redeem it. Otherwise, wouldn't it be even more chaotic?"
Red Boy said disapprovingly, "But I still think our world is better. It's unrestrained and we can do whatever we want."
"And then you became the Child of Wealth?" Fangzheng gave him a sideways glance and said with a nefarious smile.
"Master, can we not talk about this?" Red Boy said bitterly.
Fangzheng chuckled. At that moment, the singer approached. He saw a person sprawled on a tiny skateboard with wheels. Behind the skateboard was a stereo system. The person had no legs, and his body was a little deformed. His buttocks were a little high. He held two wooden boards in his hands and pushed them against the ground, causing the car to slide forward. As he slid, he sang through the microphone by his mouth. In front of him was a metal box. There was quite a bit of money in the box. There were ten yuan, fifty yuan, and a red note. The rest were just a few yuan, and there was a small pile of coins.
Quite a number of people walked past to collect the money and threw it into the metal box.
"Master, why do I feel like he earns money faster than you did back then?" Red Boy looked up at Fangzheng.
Fangzheng smacked him. This darn child. Why was he speaking the truth?
At that moment, the singer suddenly looked up and saw Fangzheng and Red Boy. His eyes lit up. The way Fangzheng looked at him was like how Squirrel looked at the biscuit in his hand, or how Lone Wolf looked at the ham sausages in the hands of Zhao Datong and the other students! That feeling was odd.
At that moment, the cripple immediately slid over. As he sang, he sang with more energy.
"Master," Fangzheng said, "No!"
"Master" Fangzheng shook his head.
"Why?" Just as Red Boy asked, the cripple came in front of Fangzheng and looked up at them.
"Fangzheng asked." Red, Red "Red Red Fheng's" Fang ".
In the end, the disabled man didn't say anything and just stared at him. At the same time, he sang even louder, and there was a hint of sobbing in his voice, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Fangzheng and Red Boy were already eye-catching to begin with. The crippled man was equally eye-catching. Furthermore, he had a loud speaker with him. It was inevitable that passersby would look at him. Furthermore, the sudden shout was truly frightening. Therefore, when they saw the strangely dressed Fangzheng and Red Boy, all of them stopped to take a look. More and more people looked over, the beggar had a provocative look in his eyes. It was as though he was saying, "Aren't you embarrassed to not pay?"
Fangzheng also understood that he was a monk. Furthermore, he was a young monk. Furthermore, he had attracted the attention of so many people. He was definitely going to take advantage of him!
Therefore, Fangzheng squatted down and whispered, "Patron, we are all here to make a living. Why do you have to do this?"
"Heh heh … Pay up!" The man chuckled and switched off the microphone. He said domineeringly. His meaning was simple. He was definitely going to take advantage of him! You aren't going to pay? Aren't you embarrassed? Do you have the cheek to face countless pairs of eyes?
Fangzheng frowned. "Patron, is this robbery? Your money comes much faster than This Penniless Monk's. "
"Tch, you sit and collect money, while I lie down and ask for money. You are more comfortable than me. Pay up or I'll keep following you. "When the man heard that Fangzheng's accent was not a local, he immediately became even more determined.
Fangzheng knew that he had not encountered a beggar, but a robber! He had read many reports regarding beggars, but this was the first time he had encountered such an arrogant beggar. Red Boy chuckled when he saw that Fangzheng seemed to be at a disadvantage. He looked at Fangzheng and said, "Master, do you need me to do something? I'll stew him in one pot! "
Fangzheng patted him on the head and gestured. When Red Boy saw this, his smile widened. "Can I stew him?"
Fangzheng rolled his eyes at him. "Jingxin, your perceptivity is still lacking. Go back and read the Diamond Sutra and Lankavatara Sutra 108 times!"
Red Boy immediately wore a bitter expression when he heard that. Why was his perceptivity lacking? Wasn't it because he couldn't tell what he was getting at? This monk was too much of a scammer!
"Little Monk, don't try to divert the topic. Hurry up and pay up." The person on the ground was unhappy as he whispered.
Fangzheng shot a glance at him before looking at Red Boy. However, Red Boy still did not understand what Fangzheng meant. Fangzheng shook his head in exasperation. Indeed, he had to do it himself!
Therefore, Fangzheng did not stand on ceremony as he squatted down and extended his fair hand. He spread open his slender fingers and under the beggar's dumbfounded gaze, he closed his fingers and grabbed a handful of money. Following that, the beggar watched in a daze as the darn baldy put the money away! At that instant, the beggar's mind buzzed. What the f * * k was going on? Something wasn't right with the situation!
The beggar was about to roar angrily and use the might of the surrounding audience to force the monk to return the money.
However, Fangzheng pressed his palms together helplessly and said loudly, "Amitabha! Patron, I never expected you to be so devout! This Penniless Monk can't take your money, but you insist on giving it to This Penniless Monk, even all of it. Let's do it this way. This Penniless Monk won't take much, just one handful. Any more and This Penniless Monk won't accept it. "
"You …" The beggar looked down at the money in the metal box. All the notes were gone, leaving behind a few coins that shimmered under the sunlight! The beggar nearly fainted from anger as he roared inwardly, "Who gave it to you? You f * * king took it yourself, alright? One handful? Why is your f * * king hand so big? F * * k you, darn darn baldy. Can you live with your conscience? "
The beggar was enraged as he immediately turned on the speaker and shouted with his mouth wide open. However, the moment he said it, it became, "Master, take the money! I'm a Buddhist! "
The moment he said that, the beggar felt his eyes moisten as he cried uncontrollably. The money he had earned from crawling the entire morning was gone just like that? His heart ached! Also, that wasn't what he wanted to say! F * * k, there was a ghost!
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