Wang Qizhen's words made the man turn around and yell at him, "You know shit!"
“Yoho!”
Wang Qizhen stood up suddenly. His strong body, more than two meters tall, carried an infinite sense of oppression, and his shadow enveloped the frail family of three.
"Say that again, you f*cking bastard?!"
He is a Qigong practitioner who can do whatever he wants when he walks around in the world, and yet someone talks to him like this? !
Being pressed by the tall figure, the man subconsciously took a few steps back, then came to his senses and said, "Sir, that's not what I meant. Are you from outside the city?"
Zhang Feixuan stopped eating at this point, opened his folding fan and waved it, laughing: "Strange, how can anyone tell that we are from outside the area? Can't I be a local rich kid?"
His appearance was very noble and soon attracted the attention of the family of three. The man smiled and said, "Sir, if you were a local, you would leave after eating. We only want merit, not money. With merit, we will have everything. Money is not important."
"What a fucking joke."
Wang Qizhen was furious: "You are about to starve to death, and you still have everything. It's fine if you starve to death yourself, but you want your wife and daughter to starve with you, right?"
Zhang Feixuan looked at him strangely. Why was this guy angry today? But before he could say anything, Song Yin spoke.
"The shopkeeper's"
Song Yin put down the bowl quickly and looked over, "What can this merit exchange for that makes you prefer to starve?"
"That's a lot to change!"
The man's thin face brightened up, "Life! Gold and silver! A big house! Whatever you want!"
"There was a family in the east of the city named Li. They were originally peddlers, but they were sincere and gave away rattan weaving products for free. They did this for three years. When they accumulated enough merit, they made a wish and became wealthy. A mountain of silver fell from the sky! We all saw it with our own eyes!"
"There is also a family with the surname Zhao. The old man is about to die, but he has persevered and worked for others for ten years. He has accumulated enough merits and is now 120 years old and still alive!"
When he was excited, the man's hands rose and fell, as if he was thinking about a bright future: "As long as I have enough merit, I can change it even if I want to become an immortal!"
"Fuck you!"
Wang Qi was staring with his eyes wide open, his fists clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound, and he was about to punch. The man was already weak, and suddenly he was excited and felt dizzy. He was frightened by the punch and sat down on the ground.
"Wang Lao Tu!"
At this moment, Zhang Feixuan suddenly shouted.
"Why the hell are you calling me!"
Wang Qi stopped his fist and looked over there unhappily, but soon he realized something, withdrew his hand immediately, and stood up straight.
"Uncle, uncle, don't do it, don't do it."
At this time, the woman finally realized what was happening and screamed. She ran to the man and stretched out her hands to block him. She begged Wang Qizheng for mercy, saying, "Please be kind and don't do it. My husband has been hungry for a long time and he can't stand it any longer."
The little girl also stumbled over, hugged the man, and cried, "Don't hit my dad, I'm not hungry anymore, Dad, Mom, I'm not hungry anymore."
"My daughter!"
The woman cried and hugged her daughter, tears streaming down her face: "Don't blame your parents, don't blame your parents!"
The man was frightened by this and his eyes became empty. He sat on the ground dejectedly, and tears fell from his eyes as he looked at his daughter.
The three of them looked miserable, but Wang Qi, who was tall and had a ferocious look, looked like a bully who wanted to beat people up because he couldn't get a free meal.
Although he often does this, but now the situation is different.
He opened his mouth, looked at Song Yin helplessly, and said aggrievedly: "Brother, I just wanted to scare him, I didn't do anything."
Song Yin ignored Wang Qizhen and asked the family of three:
"Eating for yourself doesn't conflict with your usual charity, right?"
"It's not that I don't want to eat, it's that I can't afford it."
The wailing woman raised her hand and said, "We had some money at home before, but this merit meal cost too much. When it was time for dinner, everyone in the city came. After a while, we had no more money."
"Later, we had no other choice but to go outside the city to get some wild vegetables and pick up some offal that the big restaurants didn't want, and that's how we made do."
"In the past, the guests would leave some leftovers for us, so we could make do with that, but we've been unlucky these past two days. The guests who came to eat didn't leave anything for us, so we're left starving."
Song Yin frowned, "I see that there are many kind people in this city. As soon as we arrived, some people wanted to treat us to meals and accommodation, and even provided us with medicinal materials. Since everyone in the city is seeking merit, why not ask for help from others?"
The woman shook her head: "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I can't. But this matter of merit is about ourselves. If we accept the kindness of others, our merit will be offset. It's no different from accepting money."
"Sir, this is a great merit for me, a great merit for doing good to others!"
The man reacted at this time, his eyes were bloodshot, and he knelt on the ground with his hands, "Gentlemen, this meal is really free, please be kind and finish it!"
"no."
Zhang Feixuan smacked his lips and said in surprise, "If I don't talk about how long this merit will last, you will all starve to death, and you are still thinking about getting rich and living longer? Isn't this like picking up sesame seeds and throwing away watermelons?"
"It's not about getting rich and living longer, no."
The woman's expression became even more miserable. She lowered her head and touched her daughter's head, saying, "My husband was not like this before. He used to be a good man, not so crazy. My family's food store also collected money before, and we lived a good life. When my daughter grows up, she can find an honest and reliable man to marry. That will be enough for her life."
"Master Pu De of Mingtang Temple is a true immortal who is kind to others and saves all living beings, but my husband has never thought about seeking merits from him. He doesn't have that intention. He often tells me that it is enough to not steal or rob, do things properly, and live a good life."
At this point, the woman's tears flowed even more, and she choked up and said, "But my daughter has contracted a serious illness for some reason and is almost dead. The doctor in the pharmacy is helpless. My husband had no choice but to ask Master Pu De for help. After he came back, he started to make merit meals. He said that only this way can my daughter live."
"My daughter was also very hungry before, so I gritted my teeth and collected the money for a meal and gave it to her. But after collecting the money, my daughter became ill again. In order to prevent her from contracting a serious illness again, I can only continue to make these meritorious meals and dare not collect money. I just hope that when the merit is accumulated enough, my daughter's illness will be cured."
"But over time, my husband changed a little bit"
The woman looked towards her husband, who just lowered his head, looked at his hands, smiled unconsciously, and kept muttering:
"Great merit, great merit of doing good to others. My little daughter is saved, I'm going to get rich, I want to live to be 120, hehe"
The look was so crazy that even Wang Qizhen couldn't bear to look at it.
Zhang Feixuan waved his folding fan and said nothing more, but sneered in his heart.
Although he didn't know how Mingtang Temple practiced, judging from the behavior of this family, Mingtang Temple was indeed
The right way!