"Isn't it just 50,000 yuan? My classmates gave a lot of rewards, including 100,000 yuan!" the little boy shouted.
Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Little donor, what does your classmate's family do?"
"His classmate's family is in the real estate business." The woman sighed, with deep pain and inferiority hidden in her eyes. Her parents were capable, but she was not. She felt even more uncomfortable when her child was like this.
Fang Zheng nodded slightly, squatted down and said, "Why do you want to reward that anchor?"
"I think she is very beautiful, and I like the feeling when she says my online name to express her gratitude in front of so many people. It feels very fulfilling." When the little boy said this, his eyes were full of longing.
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Fang Zheng understands this idea very well. When he was in school, he was very poor. When he saw other students eating well and having fun, he also longed to be rich one day, pretend to be cool and make up for it. At that time, he also
I have some low self-esteem, but not as strong as this child, who actually indulges in the glory of the virtual world. The child in front of me is obviously not possessed by evil spirits, but mentally ill.
At the same time, Fang Zheng was also unhappy with the anchor. You made a child's money, where is your conscience?
So Fang Zheng asked: "That's how the other party took your money?"
"No, they asked me what I did for a living and how old I was. I said that I was an adult and already working, and this small amount of money is nothing." The child said calmly, as if to him, this small amount of money was indeed nothing.
What kind of.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. At least the anchor asked, he was the one who made the money. The money was legitimate and there was no reason to not want it. From this point of view, he couldn't be blamed.
However, Fangzheng still asked: "What's your online name? I also like to watch live broadcasts, and I know an anchor. Maybe I've heard of your name too."
The child looked at Fang Zheng with a look that said, "Do you think I'm stupid?" However, under the woman's stern eyes, he still said honestly: "Supreme Prince."
Fang Zheng nodded slightly and remembered the name. Although he might not be able to help, he still tried his best.
Fang Zheng stood up and said, "Female donor, you brought him to the temple. How do you want to ward off evil spirits?"
When the woman heard this, she looked confused and shook her head: "I...I don't know either..."
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "Female donor, since you don't know how to exorcise evil spirits, how about leaving it to a poor monk?"
"This..." The woman hesitated for a moment, obviously not trusting Fang Zheng.
When Fang Zheng saw this, he smiled and said, "Female donor, don't worry, there is no charge for this poor monk to exorcise evil spirits in this temple."
The woman then breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Then I'll help you, abbot."
Fang Zheng nodded, looked down at the little boy and said, "Follow the poor monk."
"I'm not leaving! I don't want to go! I'm not sick!" the little boy shouted, turned around and ran away.
The woman didn't hold her back, but the boy actually ran away. She screamed angrily and tried to catch up.
Fang Zheng said: "There is no need to chase. If the donor is at ease, let the poor monk handle it."
If a woman is willing to listen, she will chase after him without even looking at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng looked at the boy's back with a smile. The tips of his thumb, index finger, and little finger touched each other, his middle finger curled back, and his ring finger crossed. He silently recited a mantra in his heart, and softly uttered one word in his mouth: "Ze!"
The little boy who was running felt that his body suddenly lost control. He obviously wanted to run, but his body stopped uncontrollably, then turned around and ran towards the temple.
The little boy looked at Fang Zheng, who was getting closer and closer, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
The woman was stunned and didn't understand what was going on.
The boy wanted to scream for help, but he opened his mouth and said, "Mom, I figured it out. I'll go over with the abbot and give it a try."
When the woman heard this, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the boy's head and said, "Okay, okay... Just think about it." However, looking at Fang Zheng's eyes, she was obviously a little more surprised. He said he would come back, and the child came back.
Wow, this is so amazing, isn’t it? Could it be that he can predict the future?
Thinking of this, women's trust in Zheng has also increased a lot.
However, the boy looked at the white-robed monk in front of him with great horror. He didn't take Fang seriously before, but now he is really afraid! He silently controlled his body. Is this still a human? It can't be a monster, right?
?You won’t eat him, right?
Fang Zheng turned around and walked back to the temple, with the little boy following behind and the woman following immediately.
Fang Zheng asked the woman: "Donor, what do you call me?"
"My name is Liu Daifen, and this is my son, Li Haopeng." Liu Daifen said.
"Where is the child's father?" Fang Zheng asked subconsciously.
When Liu Dafen heard this, his face was filled with loneliness... and he said: "I left three years ago."
Fangzheng clasped his hands together and recited: "Amitabha, please give me my condolences."
Liu Dafen shook his head and said: "After so many years, I'm used to it. Abbot, can you really treat this child?"
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "The poor monk can only do his best. Whether he can change his mind depends on the child and you."
"Look at me?" Liu Dafen was stunned.
Fang Zheng nodded, but said nothing. Arriving in front of the Buddhist hall, Fang Zheng said to Li Haopeng, "Go in, kneel down, and worship the Buddha with peace of mind."
When Liu Dafen heard this, she wanted to speak. Her own child knew that it would be great if Li Haopeng was so obedient. What surprised her was that Li Haopeng actually walked in and knelt down obediently. She was dumbfounded.
The look in Fang Zheng's eyes showed a bit of disbelief and respect.
Fang Zheng asked Liu Daifen to wait at the door. He entered the Buddhist hall, knocked on the wooden fish, and recited scriptures.
In fact, Fang Zheng was also making a fool of himself. Children are no better than adults. A Dream of Huangliang requires a lot of mental energy from everyone. If the other person is weak and mentally fragile while alive, it is still very dangerous for Fang Zheng to forcefully fall into a dream. Therefore, Fang Zheng has no intention of giving it to Li Haopeng.
Forcibly enter the dream, and have a dream.
Instead, after Liu Daifen was relieved, she formed the lion seal again, and the sound of the word "zhe" came out of her mouth. A subconscious command was conveyed into Li Haopeng's consciousness, and then she continued to chant the sutra.
Li Haopeng didn't feel anything unusual. The only thing he felt uncomfortable was that he couldn't control his body! That kind of terror was even more terrifying than killing him.
After an hour, Fang Zheng looked at the time and realized it was time to eat, so he got up and took Li Haopeng out.
Liu Daifen looked at Fang Zheng nervously and worriedly and said, "Master, how are you doing?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Amitabha, all the poor monk can do is to help him recite sutras. Whether he can change or not depends on himself. Donor, it's noon, don't starve the child, and go down the mountain as soon as possible."
Hearing this, Liu Dafen quickly thanked her and touched her pocket, with a trace of reluctance on her face. Fang Zheng smiled and said, "The price of incense is no longer about the amount of money, it's just a thought. This temple usually only charges about one yuan." This time Fang Zheng lied.
However, Fang Zheng also knew that white lies would not be punished, so he lied confidently.