This bald man is none other than Mr. Believe, whom I haven't seen for a while.
After helping Ling Cang several times and getting some benefits, Bu Xie decided that No. 1 Middle School was his blessed place. After that, he often wandered around No. 1 Middle School, but he never met Ling Cang and others, and he couldn't enter the campus. So he set up some business nearby and placed a piece of paper on the ground with messy drawings of Bagua, Yin-Yang fish and palmistry. He also wrote in crooked characters "Fortune telling, Ziwei Dou Shu, Iron Plate" Divine arithmetic, fortune-telling, yin-yang and five elements, and geomantic omen."
Squatting next to him was a young man, in his twenties, who was dressed a bit sharper than Ling Cang. This man was wearing a pair of sunglasses, with a bamboo pole beside him, his face raised high, and he looked like Like a blind man, he also has such a gaudy advertisement in front of him, and he should go hand in hand with disbelief.
"Hey..." The figurative girl poked the Juwen girl and said softly: "Isn't this a monk? How come a monk can read fortunes and make divination?"
"You're a liar," the tattooed woman snorted, and replied disdainfully: "Look at this monk, he has a fat head, big ears, and a very mean look. How can he be a serious monk?"
Ling Cang and Ju Beast Girl came over and stood behind the girls, watching the excitement. After all, most of the monks these days were kept in temples, and they had never seen anyone setting up stalls to do business. Although Ling Cang Cang Zao didn't believe it, but he also found it interesting.
"Fortune telling, five yuan a time." If you don't believe it, you didn't see Ling Cang. He looked around and shouted: "The poor monk has traveled here and is willing to relieve the worries of the people. If anyone has any difficulties, you can ask the poor monk to solve it. There is no shop like this in this village, and the poor monk will soon travel to other places."
"I learned from the Bodhi Patriarch of Qingcheng Mountain, specializing in Li Chunfeng's "Tui Bei Tu", Liu Bowen's "Shaobing Song", Xu Lingzi's "Iron Crown Numbers", Zhuge Liang's "Ma Qian Lesson"..." At this time, the young man next to him also shouted: "Now that I have achieved a little success, I go out to read people's fortunes. I teach you to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, and to ensure that you make a lot of money. Don't miss it when you pass by. Come and take a look."
When the female ministers heard this, they frowned: "Isn't Patriarch Bodhi the master of Sun Houhou? When did he go to Qingcheng Mountain and take in such a disciple?"
Ling Cang sneered from behind: "You think these two are not monkeys,"
As the saying goes, peers are enemies. If you didn't believe it, after hearing this person's words, you immediately snorted heavily and gave him a vicious look.
Of course, the blind man couldn't see the unbelieving contempt, and he continued to shout, and actually attracted a person.
This was a middle-aged woman who came over and asked cautiously: "Young man, are you smart?"
"It doesn't work." Before the blind man could say anything, he jumped up in disbelief: "For fortune-telling and divination, one has to look at the Taoist practice. The older you get, the deeper the Taoist practice. Look at his appearance. His hair is not in full swing yet. What does he know about horses? Push back chart from the previous lesson,,"
"If you have ambitions, you will not grow old. If you have no ambitions, you will live a hundred years in vain." The young blind man still raised his face and said nonchalantly: "Even though I am not old, I have practiced rigorously and have attained the great path early."
The middle-aged woman looked at this and that, and felt that what Unbelief said was reasonable, and that she was more reliable because she was older, so she walked up to Believe and asked piously: "My family has encountered something recently. Master, let's see what happens." Can you explain it to me?"
"Sister, I advise you to use your eyes to recognize people, and don't be deceived by others." The blind man was not happy that the business that was delivered to his door was taken away, and he raised his voice: "Some people wear cassocks for nothing, but they don't abide by the rules and regulations." , I come out to tell people’s fortunes and make money, but I don’t know what kind of monk I am.”
"That's right..." When the middle-aged woman heard this, she felt that what the blind man said was quite reasonable: "Don't monks have nothing in all four things, so why do they still set up stalls and do business?"
"The female donor misunderstood..." Bu Xie hurriedly clasped his hands together and said very sincerely: "I am here to tell people's fortunes to raise funds to rebuild the temple and rebuild the golden body of the Bodhisattva. I really don't have any selfish motives, let alone any money. In your own pocket,"
"Really," the blind man chuckled and teased, "Then why did I see you going into the restaurant to eat dog meat last night?"
"I was giving salvation to dogs..." Buxin was about to explain, but suddenly realized something was wrong: "Wait a minute, aren't you blind? Which eye saw me entering the restaurant?"
"I..." The blind man was startled for a moment and hurriedly explained: "Others saw it and told me."
"You're lying," Bu Xin pointed at the blind man and yelled: "Okay, you little brat, you obviously have good eyes, but you're pretending to be blind here. You're not afraid of retribution for giving birth to a son without eyes."
The blind man was irritated by the scolding. He took off his sunglasses and pointed at the tip of his unbelieving nose and cursed: "You are a bald bastard. You drink and eat meat to find Miss. How dare you talk to me?"
"Look, look, he is not blind after all," Bu Xin pointed at the blind man's eyes and laughed loudly: "Lai Xing, you have been hanging around here for so many days, the poor monk has long suspected you, and today you really exposed your secret. ,"
This blind man's name is Lai Xing. He has a pair of bright eyes, and he is darting around. He is probably a little more sensitive than a normal person. He does not look like a blind man at all. He has been hanging around the No. 1 Middle School for some time. Today he was arrested. If you don’t believe this kind of insult, you accidentally miss the mark. It’s like washing your butt with cold water. He is so irritated: “You damn bald donkey, if I don’t beat you today and make thousands of peach blossoms bloom, it won’t be the Patriarch of Qingcheng Mountain Puti who has closed his door.” disciple,"
"Fuck you | Damn it," the disbeliever clasped his hands together, then stretched out his hand to point to the sky: "My boss is Sakyamuni, please try touching me."
The passers-by around him could tell that the blind man was already fake. As for the monk, who was so vulgar and cursed people all the time, he definitely wasn't real.
The middle-aged woman forgot about fortune telling, put aside the difficult problems at home, and stood aside to watch the excitement. Soon, a large number of people who did not know the truth gathered around them, and they inhumanely watched the two charlatans.
"Just give it a try," the matter has reached this level, and it will be difficult to mix in the neighborhood in the future, so Lai Xing made up his mind. At worst, he would change places and continue to pretend to be blind. But first, he had to make Bu Xin suffer a little. He started from the ground Picking up a brick, he would pounce on him with all his teeth and claws: "Slap you bald donkey to death,"
"Come on, come on," Bu Xin grabbed the cassock and took it off with a tug, revealing his naked and plump upper body. On top of the layers of accumulated fat, there were two green dragons tattooed on them. He slapped his chest with his hand and asked angrily: "Do you know what I did before becoming a monk?"
"I don't care what you do," Lai Xing said, slapping the brick towards Dou Xing.
Clinker, if you don’t believe it, you really have some skills. First, he stepped sideways, then reached out to grab Lai Xing’s wrist. With his other hand, he used his free hand to grab the brick. Then, if you don’t believe it, without thinking, He patted the bricks on Lai Xing's Tianling Cap.
There was just a crisp sound of "pop", and the bricks fell apart and turned into countless pieces. The crowd of onlookers immediately made a noise, and some people shouted loudly: "Someone is killed."
Unbelief realized that the shot was too heavy, and felt a little scared. He stood there stupidly, unresponsive.
Surprisingly, Lai Xing was uninjured and picked up another brick from the ground: "You damn bald donkey, I will fight with you."
"No," Bu Xin suddenly realized that the little liar in front of him had some skills and was not easy to mess with, so he didn't care about his face, picked up his cassock, and ran away.
Lai Xing refused to give up and chased after him carrying bricks.
Looking from the back, I can see that with the unbelieving movements, the fat body is shaking up and down, and the two green dragons are jumping around, which makes it feel a bit more alive.
The last time Bu Xin went to consecrate a woman who had lost her footing, and when he was invited out by the police comrades, he was only wearing a pair of underpants, so Ling Cang had seen Bu Xin naked. He remembered that Bu Xin didn't have a tattoo. He didn't know when those two blue dragons were. Got it up.
"It's so fun," the figurative woman jumped three feet high, and then chased after her closely: "Let's go see the excitement,"
Ling Cang and Ju Luonv looked at each other and followed.
In fact, everyone likes to watch the fun. The only difference is that some people just watch the fun, and some people are the fun themselves. Ling Cang also wants to know what will happen between disbelief and laixing. More importantly, what will happen if disbelief breaks the rules? While patting Lai Xing, Lai Xing burst out with a force, indicating that he was a person with supernatural powers. Ling Cang wanted to know who this Lai Xing was.
Both Bu Xin and Lai Xing ran so fast that the onlookers couldn't keep up. Only Ling Cang and Liu Xiang Nu followed at a distance, not only taking care not to be left behind, but also keeping a distance to avoid being discovered.
He was smart if he didn't believe it. He had always done things behind his back and ran away if he couldn't beat him. However, this time he ran to the wrong place and ended up in a dead end. He ran all the way to the wall at the end and finally let out a long sigh: " God damn me, I don’t believe in the master,”
"Damn bald donkey," Lai Xing weighed the bricks in his hand and sneered, stepping forward step by step: "If you can't get along with me, let's see where you run this time."
"Brother Lai, if you have something to say, please tell me..." Bu Xin forced out a smile and said in a consultative tone: "We all come out to make a living, so we should cooperate and benefit each other, and we should not undermine each other."
"It's so fucking easy for you to say, who's going to destroy whom?"
"It's me, I'm the one who brought you down." Bu Xie raised his hand and slapped himself: "I was wrong, why don't you scold me or hit me?"
"You just hit me with a brick," Lai Xing looked at him coldly in disbelief, and said word by word: "I'm not too much of a person. If you let me hit you, we'll be even."