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, they only 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 feel like we are like this?
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 not back pain, you can try it if you change it? I was pulled every day, beeping ... I repeat a few questions, bother?! Don't say it, 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. He wanted to throw the phone several times. Obviously, 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 here comes the problem. He has no idea what the other person is thinking or what he encountered, so he just goes 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 the magical power rental service?"
Fang Zheng subconsciously thought that the system would tease him, but when he heard it, he suddenly became more energetic: "Supernatural power leasing? What kind of leasing 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 just provide you with a choice. Whether you choose it or not is your business."
Fang Zheng held it in for a long time, thinking that despite his more than one million merits, he could still endure disasters, and finally said helplessly: "Do I have any other choice? Rent it!"
The system said: "Tell me what magical power you want to rent."
Fang Zheng said without saying anything: "A dream of Huang Liang!"
The system said: "Ding! Congratulations on gaining magical power, 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, and 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.
In the past, he would have driven people away with just one word. But since Fang Zheng was born, everyone, whether monks or Taoist priests, would not slap a boatload of people to death. Instead, they have learned to try.
Communicate, identify, distinguish good from bad, and then make comments. Don’t comment on the matter, not the person, and not the group.
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 strangers!
The stranger didn't know who he was, so he could dump all his ideological garbage at will. After dumping, he patted his butt and walked away without any psychological burden. Moreover, he was indeed depressed to death, so he simply nodded and motioned for Fang Zheng to sit down.
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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, it's a ridiculous name..."
Speaking of his name, Chang Le curled his lips in disdain, obviously not liking the name. Or maybe he thought his name was funny.
Fang Zheng has no intention of picking up the topic. Now he is just a trash can, waiting for the other party to talk. If you talk too much, it will only make the other party bored and even 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, faced with a lot of messy things, and run back at noon to cook...
It's still like this at night. 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 his memory is very bad. 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,
The new rice I bought spilled all over the kitchen! There was water everywhere. He left the faucet off for a day. The sewer was blocked by a rag and water flooded downstairs. My downstairs neighbor came running. What should I do?
Can apologize and pay compensation.
My dad...hey...
His memory is so bad that he can ask me a question more than ten times! He keeps nagging me endlessly. 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 sprinkle rice all over the ground every day?"
Chang Le nodded and said: "Yes, every day! There is no 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 is he doing? Don't you want to live your life anymore?
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Chang Le said this and smashed his chair angrily.
Fang Zheng nodded slightly and said: "Donor, although the poor monk has never been nagged like this by others, but... the poor monk has nagged others like this, and also smashed many, many things..."