Fang Zheng sighed and said, "What else? Are we going to rob it?"
"Master, can you go and beg for alms?" Xianyu said.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "It's not like Yi Zhi Village. The outside world doesn't allow alms."
Xianyu was stunned.
Fang Zheng explained: "The country has already stipulated that in order to prevent people from pretending to be monks to defraud, alms have long been banned. In fact, most of the monks walking outside now are fake. If you want to identify which one is real, It’s very simple. Real monks don’t ask for money, but at most they ask for saliva and food. Most of the time, they themselves carry food on their backs and practice hard all the way... "
Xianyu said: "Good guy, is it so miserable to be a monk? I thought we were the only masters and disciples... Uh, that's not right. They still carry food with them to survive, and they have to eat at critical moments. Why do we two feel like we are going to die? What about the rhythm of starving to death?”
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "If you don't starve to death, there is always a way."
While the two people were talking, a man came menacingly from a distance, making a phone call as he walked, and yelling at the same time: "How many times have I said this? I've had enough! I've had enough! You guys Standing and talking without back pain, why don't you try it instead? Is it annoying to be pulled every day, beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep? Stop talking, let me be quiet for a while! "
After saying that, the man hung up the phone and angrily sat on a chair not far from Fang Zheng and the others, with an angry look on his face, and he wanted to drop the phone several times. Apparently, he was really angry...
Xianyu sent a message: "Master, the opportunity has come. This guy is full of resentment. There must be something wrong."
Fang Zheng nodded slightly, but the question came. He had no idea what the other person was thinking or what he had encountered, so he just went up to strike up a conversation? He is not a beautiful woman...
"Ding! Do you need help?" The system suddenly asked.
Fang Zheng said: "Yes, but how can you help?"
The system asked: "Do you need magical power rental service?"
Fang Zheng subconsciously thought that the system would tease him, but when he heard it, he suddenly became more energetic: "Leasing magical powers? What kind of rental method?"
The system said: "Ten thousand merits are exchanged for the right to use magical powers for one day, and you can choose your own magical powers. However, you can only choose the magical powers you have had before. If you have not, you cannot choose."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he immediately became angry: "Ten thousand a day? Why don't you go and grab it?"
The system said: "If I rob it, it will be one million a day. Well, I am just providing you with a choice. Whether you choose it or not is up to you."
Fang Zheng held it in for a long time, thinking that despite his more than one million merits, he could still withstand disasters, and finally said helplessly: "Do I have any other choice? Rent it!"
The system said: "What magical powers are you renting? Tell me."
Fang Zheng said without saying a word: "A dream of Huang Liang!"
The system said: "Ding! Congratulations on obtaining magical powers, the Dream Huangliang trial version [one day]."
When Fang Zheng heard the words "trial version", he felt uncomfortable for a while, but he still pinched his nose and admitted it.
The next moment, a realization flashed through his mind, and a familiar feeling came. Fang Zheng's eyes flashed with light, and a smile appeared in his eyes. He slowly stood up and walked towards the man opposite.
"Donor, are you angry?"
A calm voice sounded, and the already depressed man raised his head with a frown. He was about to get angry, but when he saw the person coming, he turned out to be a monk wearing rags!
The man has seen many monks, and most of them are very clean. This is the first time he has seen such a miserable one.
If it were before, he would have driven people away with just one word. But since Fang Zheng was born, no matter whether it is a monk or a Taoist priest, everyone will not kill a boatload of people with one slap. Instead, I learned to try to communicate, identify, distinguish between good and bad, and then make comments. Treat things rather than people, people rather than groups.
Therefore, the man did not get angry, but nodded and said: "Angry."
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "Can you tell me something about this?"
The man's brows furrowed even more tightly. At this time, he didn't want to talk to anyone, but there was one exception, and that was a stranger!
Strangers don't know who he is, so he can dump all his ideological garbage at will. Once he's done dumping, he pats his butt and walks away without any psychological burden. Moreover, he was indeed depressed to death, so he simply nodded and motioned for Fang Zheng to sit down.
Fang Zheng sat down with a smile and said, "Donor, please tell me."
The man thought for a while and said: "My name is Chang Le, a ridiculous name..."
Speaking of his name, Chang Le curled his lips disdainfully, obviously not liking the name. Or maybe he thinks his name is funny.
Fang Zheng had no intention of picking up the topic. Now he was just a trash can, waiting for the other party to talk. If you talk too much, it will only bore the other person and make them stop talking to you.
Chang Le continued: "I am the only son in the family, and I raise a family by myself. Although there are not many people in the family,... living in such a city is really stressful."
Fang Zheng nodded, said nothing, and continued to listen.
Chang Le said: "I get up at 6:30 every morning, clean up everything, make breakfast, and take care of my father for breakfast. Then I go to work and face a lot of messy things, and then run back at noon to cook... At night It's still the same. Every day is the same as a robot, with no fresh colors at all... "
Fang Zheng nodded slightly. This is the most distressing thing for all office workers.
Chang Le continued: "Forget it, the key is my dad!"
Fang Zheng looked at Chang Le in surprise. He didn't expect Chang Le to be troubled by this.
Chang Le scratched his head and said: "My dad has Alzheimer's disease and has a very bad memory. Every day when I go back, the house is in a mess. Pots and pans are smashed all over the floor, and I don't know how many bowls have been broken... Especially today, I He spilled the newly bought rice all over the kitchen! There was water everywhere. He didn't turn off the faucet all day. The sewer was blocked by a rag and there was water downstairs. The neighbor downstairs came running. What can I do? I can only Apologize and pay.
My dad...hey...
His memory is so bad that he can ask me a question over a dozen times! Nagging, endless, have you ever experienced that feeling? "
Fang Zheng thought for a while and shook his head.
Chang Le complained: "I really can't stand it anymore. I feel like I can't stay in that home!"
Fang Zheng asked: "Does he scatter rice every day?"
Chang Le nodded and said: "Yes, every day! There is not a single day that makes me worry-free... He can chop up the vegetables I bought in the morning and throw them all over the floor! What are you doing? Don't you want to live your life anymore? "
Chang Le said this and smashed his chair angrily.
Fang Zheng nodded slightly and said: "Donor, although I have never been nagged like this by others, but... I have nagged others like this, and I have also smashed many, many things..."
(End of chapter)