Fang Zheng was stunned and asked in confusion: "Disciple, this song is called "Wandering Song". It tells the story of a prodigal son who goes out to work hard but still has nothing. He misses his hometown and his mother in the distance. This song No matter the tune, it is full of sadness and longing. Many people will resonate or sympathize with it after listening to it. How come you are here and you still want to hit someone?"
Red Boy curled his lips and said: "Resonance and sympathy, in our place, if you go out, you have to return home in fine clothes, or die outside. Weak people like this who go out, can't make a difference, and are still homesick, You can't survive the length of one episode of a TV series. For us, success or failure is everything."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he shook his head helplessly and said, "No wonder it's not enough for you to have a heavenly palace, you also need a spiritual mountain and a Buddha."
"Why?" Red Boy asked.
Fang Zheng said very seriously: "Because life is too cheap and force is greater than human nature, naturally someone needs to save it, otherwise wouldn't it be even more chaotic?"
Hong Hai'er said disapprovingly; "But, I still think it's good for us to be unrestrained and do whatever we want."
"Then you became a money-splitting boy?" Fang Zheng said with a sideways smile.
"Master, can we not mention this issue?" Hong Boy said bitterly.
Fang Zheng chuckled. At this time, the singer came closer, and he saw a person lying on a small skateboard with wheels. Fang Zheng had a stereo behind the skateboard. This man had no legs, and his body was a little deformed. His butt was a little high. He held two wooden boards in his hands and propped them up on the ground, causing the car to slide forward. Sing while sliding through the microphone next to your mouth. There was a tin box in front of him. There was a lot of money in the box, including ten yuan, fifty yuan, a red ticket, the rest were several yuan, and a small pile of coins.
Many people walked by to recycle, took out some change and threw it into the tin box.
"Master, why do I feel that money comes in faster than you did?" Hong Hai'er looked up at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng gave him a shudder. What kind of nonsense is this damn kid telling the truth
At this time, the singer suddenly looked up and saw Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Fang Zheng looked at that look, as if the squirrel had seen the biscuit in his hand, and the lone wolf had seen the ham sausage in the hands of Zhao Datong and other students! That feeling is weird...
At this time, the disabled man immediately slid over, singing even harder while sliding.
"Master is here, will you pay me?" Honghai'er asked.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "No!"
"Why?" Hong Hai'er was asking, but the disabled person had already arrived in front of Fang Zheng, looking up at them.
Red Boy looked at Fang Zheng and said, "Amitabha, donor, please leave."
As a result, the disabled man didn't speak, and just stared at him. At the same time, his singing voice became louder, with a hint of crying, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Originally, Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er were conspicuous, but the disabled man was equally conspicuous. In addition, he carried a loudspeaker with him, so people passing by were inevitably attracted and glanced at him. What's more, it was really scary to hear such a sudden voice, so by the way, I saw Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er in strange clothes, and then they stopped to watch one by one. More and more people came over, and the disabled beggar also had a hint of provocation in his eyes, as if to say, "Are you embarrassed not to give it?"
Fang Zheng also understood that the other party had determined that he was a monk and a young monk, and since he had attracted so many people's attention, he was sure to win!
So Fang Zheng knelt down and said in a low voice: "Donors, they are all just doing it, so why bother?"
"Haha... give me the money!" The other party chuckled, turned off the microphone, and said domineeringly. What the other party means is very simple, I’ve got you! Don't you give me money? Are you embarrassed? Do you have the face to face countless pairs of eyes
Fang Zheng frowned and said, "Donor, are you robbing me? Your money comes much faster than the poor monk's."
"Tch, you sit down and collect money, and I lie down asking for money. You are more comfortable than me. Give me the money, or I will follow you all the time." When the other party heard that Fang Zheng's accent was not the local accent, he became more determined.
Fang Zheng knew that this was not a beggar, but a robber! He had read many reports about beggars, but this was the first time he encountered such an arrogant beggar. Seeing that Fang Zheng seemed to be deflated, Hong Hai'er chuckled, looked at Fang Zheng and said, "Master, do you want me to take action? Stew him in one pot!"
Fang Zheng patted his head and signaled. Seeing this, Hong Boy's smile became even brighter: "Can I stew him?"
Fang Zheng gave him a big eye roll and said, "Jingxin, your understanding is still not enough, go back and read the Diamond Sutra and the Lankavatara Sutra one hundred and eight times!"
When Hong Hai'er heard this, he suddenly had a bitter look on his face. Why didn't he have enough understanding? Didn't you just fail to see what he meant? This monk is too stupid!
"Little monk, don't change the subject. Hurry up and give me the money." The man lying on the ground became unhappy and whispered.
Fang Zheng glanced at the other party and then at Hong Hai'er, but Hong Hai'er still didn't understand what Fang Zheng meant. Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly. Sure enough, he had to take action himself!
So Fang Zheng squatted down unceremoniously, stretched out his big white hands, spread his slender fingers, and then in the beggar's stunned eyes, he closed his fingers and grabbed a handful of money and took it out. Then the beggar looked stupid and stunned. I watched the thief put the money into his arms! At that moment, the beggar's mind was buzzing. What's going on? There’s something wrong with the style of painting!
The beggar was about to roar angrily, preparing to use the power of the surrounding audience to force the monk to pay back the money.
As a result, Fang Zheng clasped his hands together with a look of helplessness and said loudly: "Amitabha! Donor, I didn't expect you to be so pious! The poor monk can't ask for your money, but you insist on giving it to the poor monk, and you have to give it all. Let's do this. , The poor monk doesn’t take more, he only takes a handful, and he really can’t take any more.”
"You..." The beggar lowered his head and looked at the money in the tin box. All the banknotes were gone, leaving only a few coins shining in the sun! The beggar was so angry that he almost lost his breath and roared in his heart: Who gave it to you? How about you take it yourself? A handful? Why are your fucking hands so big? You damn bastard, how can you live with your conscience
The beggar was so angry that he immediately turned on the speaker, opened his mouth wide and shouted, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he said, "Master, take the money! I believe in Buddhism!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the beggar's eyes felt wet and he couldn't stop crying. The money he earned all morning was going to be gone? I feel bad! Also, this is not what he wanted to say! There's something ghosty about this damn thing!
PS: Shout, a book friend told me that a great god said this. So I went to take a look, and it turned out that there was such an operation in the background... I had no idea before! Well, starting today, I will take a look at the messages left by the master, and other than spoilers, the rest will be answered one by one.
(End of chapter)