After leaving the East China Sea Dragon Palace, Wu Ming also listened to Su Li's words and headed north to a mortal kingdom in the north.
In fact, Wu Ming didn't care that much about Su Li's suggestion.
But Wu Ming actually didn’t know where he was going.
If that's the case, it's better to listen to Donor Su's advice.
More than half a month later, Wu Ming came to a small border town called Liangguo.
This small border town is actually the kind of small city that can be seen at any time in the mortal world.
There are no famous sights or famous people inside.
However, the border town is very harmonious.
The cries of vendors at small stalls.
Children were playing and playing in the street.
There are even mortal women dragging customers along the street.
The pace of the small town is very slow, giving people an extremely comfortable feeling.
"Master, we are a small business and do not accept alms."
When Wu Ming stopped at a small stall selling steamed buns, the boss first said, thinking that the monk wanted to beg for free rice.
"Hey! You old thing! What's wrong with the master's alms? Isn't it just a few steamed buns?
This is our merit!"
The landlady on the side walked over and said with a smile.
"Master, don't worry about him. Master, what kind of buns do you want to eat? Just tell me, master, you are so handsome~
Master, can you dig the well? Can you come to my house and dig the well?"
The bun shop owner was confused: "Madam, is our well blocked?"
"Amitabha." Wu Ming smiled slightly and took out a few coins from his purse, "Mrs. Boss, if the young monk is rich and doesn't want alms, just bring me two vegetable bags. Besides, the young monk doesn't know how to drain a well."
"Oh, that's such a pity~" The proprietress twisted her waist, took the copper coin from Wu Ming's hand, and touched the back of Wu Ming's hand, "Master, you are really"
"Hey! Little thing! You stole something again! Little thing! Stop!"
The word "really handsome" in the landlady's mouth has not yet been finished.
Beside Wu Ming, a child in ragged clothes sneakily stretched out his dirty hands, took out two buns from the table, and then ran away!
"Baby!"
The proprietress tried to chase after her, but Wu Ming stretched out her hand to stop her.
"Lady boss, I'll just pay for the buns that the kid just got.
Also, the boss lady, please give me some meat buns."
"Meat bun?"
The landlady was stunned. Can a monk eat meat buns these days?
You monk would rather eat meat buns than open a well for me?
After stealing two buns, the child ran far away. When he saw that no one was chasing him, the child was confused for a few times, but he was relieved.
At this time, the child's palms and chest, which were holding the buns, were already burning hot from the freshly baked buns.
But the child didn't care at all. He squatted in the dead end of a small alley and ate the steamed buns.
This is when a stray dog came over.
Looking at the unfinished buns in the child's hands, drool dripped from the corner of the stray dog's mouth.
The child stood up, stuffed the bun into his arms, and picked up the wooden stick beside him.
Just when a conflict was about to break out between a man and a dog, a bun flew in front of the dog.
The dog bit into the bun and turned around, only to see a bald monk.
The stray dog felt that the monk was not easy to bully, so he bit the bun and ran away.
Wu Ming watched the stray dog leave, then turned to look at the child.
"Hey! Monk! What do you want to do?!"
The child holds the stick tightly in his hand.
Wu Ming stepped forward.
Every time Wu Ming takes a step, the child takes a step back.
But this is a dead end.
Finally, the child retreated to nowhere.
Five meters away from the child, Wu Ming stopped moving forward, but squatted down and placed the bun wrapped in oil paper on the ground.
Wu Ming didn't say anything, just turned and left.
The child looked at the buns wrapped in oil paper and blinked slightly.
After walking out of the alley, Wu Ming continued walking north.
Wu Ming has seen a lot of homeless children, and there will be many more in the world.
Wu Ming knew that he couldn't help them much, and he couldn't help all the homeless children in the world.
Therefore, Wu Ming wants to do what he can.
Although this meal of steamed buns is nothing.
Although after eating this meal, the child will continue to be hungry for the next meal.
Someone once said this about enlightenment, saying that enlightenment is just hypocrisy.
but.
Even if it is hypocrisy, it is still a kind of kindness.
At least, Wu Ming felt that he could help the child eat enough at this meal.
"Plop."
Just as Wu Ming continued to walk forward, Wu Ming felt someone bump into him.
Turning around, I saw the child who was in the alley just now.
"Thank you! Thank you. Thank you for the buns."
The child's eyes are shining brightly.
"You're welcome."
Wu Ming smiled.
The child turned around and ran away quickly, as if he was afraid of strangers.
Looking at the child's back, Wu Ming stood for a long time and even fell into a thought.
The child ran very fast, fearing that others would catch up with him.
After running under a bridge, the child looked around and made sure there was no one around. Then the child breathed a sigh of relief and took the money bag out of his arms.
This money bag belongs to Wu Ming.
The child tried to pour the money out of the purse, but found that no matter how hard he shook it, it was of no use.
"How did that happen?"
The more the child shakes the money bag, the more irritable he becomes.
The money bag was bulging, but when I reached inside, I found nothing!
Infuriating! It’s so irritating!
"Useless things!"
The child threw the money bag heavily on the ground and stepped on it a few times. After finally feeling relieved, he left with a sigh.
But just when the child turned around, he stopped and froze on the spot!
"When did you come?"
The child was so frightened that he took a few steps back.
As he ran, he looked behind him. The monk stood there like a fool, with no intention of catching up.
How did he appear?
"Little donor, please return the property to its original owner."
Wu Ming spread his palms.
"Tch! I picked this thing up! I don't want this thing!"
As he said this, the child picked up the money bag and threw it at Wu Ming.
The money bag hit Wu Ming.
Wuming held the money bag in one hand and looked at the child puzzled: "Why did the little donor steal my money bag?"
Wu Ming would not say "stealing money bags is a bad thing".
If you can eat enough, the other party will not steal it.
But what puzzles Wu Ming is.
Why did he steal my purse?
"I didn't steal, don't talk nonsense!"
Instead, the child stretched out his hand and said flatteringly.
"I found your wallet! Don't you give me some reward?"