"Amitabha, monks do not lie. Although my disciple is young, he never lies. Now that we are no longer pursuing the case, why are the donors so hard on each other?"
"Fuck you!" A short young man, probably less than 1.6 meters tall, turned his back on the spot: "If you're a monk and don't lie, then I'm still Pinocchio. I said you stole 10,000 yuan from me.
How about it, your nose hasn’t gotten longer either, do you recognize it?”
Chen Tairan took off the perspective glasses pinned to the collar of his T-shirt and put them on the bridge of his nose. He saw that the little man had dozens of dollars and a folding knife in his left pocket. This was normal and nothing, but
There is actually a string of Buddhist beads hidden in the other pocket! This... I'm afraid what the little monk said is really not a lie.
The two monks, one old and one young, both belonged to the vulnerable group. Chen Tairan had nothing to say, so he immediately stepped forward and stood in front of the little man, glared and said: "What is in your right pocket? Take it out and take a look."
The little man was stunned for a moment, thinking that this guy was simply incomprehensible. He looked Chen Tairan up and down, and couldn't help but said angrily: "I messed with you, what is in my pocket is none of your business? Who are you? You bastard."
Where is it?"
"It's really none of my business." Chen Tairan sneered: "You don't care where I come from. Bullying the elderly and children is okay, right? There are so many gentlemen on the street, and not one of them has balls.
?”
As soon as these words came out, many men in the onlookers blushed. This... these words are so hurtful...
The young man in the middle with dyed red hair who looked like the boss looked at Chen Tairan for a few times, raised his eyebrows and said: "Brother, I advise you to mind your own business. You probably don't see this part of the train station often."
Come on, don't make yourself embarrassed, leave now and pretend I didn't see you."
"Brother Qiang, can you be polite to him? If he dares to be nagging again, we will destroy him!" The little man looked indignant.
Aqiang didn't say anything. After all, he was older and had seen more things than the younger boys who were in school. The man in front of him was 1.85 meters tall, with a muscular look and a fierce look on his face. He looked very difficult to mess with.
Maybe he is also a person on the road, and there is no need to make enemies over such a trivial matter.
When Chen Tairan saw that the other party was silent, he turned to the young monk and asked, "What did he steal from you?"
"My prayer beads." The little monk is very handsome and has a soft voice. He is probably developing and changing his voice.
Chen Tairan felt like a mirror in his heart. He immediately stepped forward and reached for the little man's trouser pocket. His movements were so fast. By the time the little man reacted, he had already got the beads.
"Fuck! You...you..." The little man pointed at Chen Tairan with one hand and touched his trouser pocket with the other. After making sure that he was not hallucinating, he couldn't help but feel frightened and angry.
"Damn it, you stole something and you still don't admit it, how dare you say it's yours?" Chen Tairan showed his prayer beads and his eyes were as wide as copper bells.
"I..." The little man hesitated for a moment, but soon returned to normal and said eloquently: "It's mine! I bought this thing when I went to Jiuhua Mountain last year. What's wrong? It doesn't work?"
"Jiuhua Mountain?" Chen Tairan sneered, pointed at the beads and said: "Boy, don't yell blindly if you don't know how to do it. It's embarrassing! Let my brother help you with your literacy. This is a bead string made of Pheasant Bodhi seeds, and it is from a Nepali child.
Phoenix eyes, judging by their appearance, are at least over a hundred years old. You can buy this kind of thing just by going to Jiuhua Mountain? Niu 13! I'll give you money, and you can also buy a few bunches for me, okay?
Okay, I sincerely beg you!"
The little man couldn't help but feel guilty when he heard what someone said so eloquently, but he refused to admit it and insisted that the beads were his, so what?
Chen Tairan was too lazy to argue with the boy. He turned around and grabbed the little monk's hand, put the Buddhist bead bracelet on his wrist, and sneered: "Come on, open your eyes and see clearly for yourself, is the size suitable? Do you have to say this?"
It’s yours, okay, can you come and try it on too?”
A group of young people were speechless.
Only then did Chen Tairan let go of the Buddhist beads. Speaking of which, this little monk's hands were in really good shape. His fingers were slender and his skin was as white as jade. He looked like an artist at first glance. However, someone didn't have the intention to observe a monk's hands carefully and took a quick glance at them.
It was just a glance. In his opinion, it was normal for young people to become whiter and thinner if they stayed in the temple every day and did not bask in the sun.
"What, do you still want to say that I have slandered you and you have to pay for mental damages?" Chen Tairan hugged his arms and sneered while continuing to attack the opponent's momentum.
"Fuck you!" The little man got angry out of embarrassment and punched Chen Tairan, but he was easily held by the opponent. A slight twist caused him to gasp in pain.
"Male Gobi man, fight him!" Brother Qiang had been patient for a long time, but now he was ready to take action, and immediately called his younger brothers to join him.
Chen Tairan narrowed his eyes, sneered and rushed into the opponent's crowd, slapped him, and immediately slapped one of them down. Then he grabbed Brother Qiang's hair and bumped the head of the other person! But after hearing a thud,
, both of them saw stars in their eyes at the same time, staggering and falling to the ground.
The little man's eyes were red. He suddenly took out a folding knife from his pocket and stabbed Chen Tairan in the lower back!
"Danger!" the little monk screamed, raising his right hand quickly and making a strange gesture.
"No!" the old monk growled, firmly grasped the young monk's wrist, and shook his head at him.
The little monk's worry is undoubtedly unnecessary, because ordinary knives are almost ineffective for someone.
The guy turned around and grabbed the little man's hand and squeezed it. There was a cracking sound of bones, which made the little man scream out in pain and step back again and again while holding his hands.
"Just say you want to take action, you're wasting half a day of my time." Chen Tairan dusted off the dust on his clothes and spat on the ground with disdain.
Brother Qiang covered his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! You're going to be cruel today! If you have balls, just leave your name!"
Chen Tairan did not hesitate at all and directly kicked Brother Qiang in the face. OK, the world is now peaceful.
Seeing that the boss was knocked down, the few horse boys immediately lost their confidence and simply pretended to be unconscious. Only the little man stared at Chen Tairan angrily, as if he was still unconvinced.
Seeing how stubborn he was, Chen Tairan was too lazy to do anything, threw the folding knife in front of him, turned around and left.
Two little girls on the roadside were filming themselves with DVs. Suddenly they saw the male protagonist leaving, and they immediately chased after him. They smiled sweetly and said: "Brother, what is your name?"
Chen Tairan was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the fuss was about.
The short-haired girl on the left calmly explained: "Hello, we are 'photographers'. Your behavior just now was full of justice. What kind of work do you usually do?~"
