Fang Zheng was stunned and asked in confusion: "Disciple, this song is called "Wandering Song". It tells the story of a prodigal son who goes out to work hard but still has nothing. He misses his hometown and his mother in the distance. This song
No matter the tune, it is full of sadness and longing. Many people will resonate or sympathize with it after listening to it. How come you are here and you still want to hit someone?"
Red Boy curled his lips and said: "Resonance and sympathy, in our place, when we go out, we either return home in fine clothes or die outside. Weak people like this who go out, can't behave like a person, and are nagging about homesickness,
You can't survive the length of one episode of a TV series. For us, success or failure is everything."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he shook his head helplessly and said, "No wonder it's not enough for you to have a heavenly palace, you also need a spiritual mountain and a Buddha."
"Why?" Red Boy asked.
Fang Zheng said very seriously: "Because life is too cheap and force is greater than human nature, naturally someone needs to cross it, otherwise wouldn't it be even more chaotic?"
Hong Hai'er said disapprovingly; "But, I still think we are good, free and free, we can do whatever we want."
"Then you became a money-splitting boy?" Fang Zheng said with a sideways smile.
"Master, can we not mention this issue?" Hong Boy said bitterly.
Fang Zheng laughed. At this time, the singer came closer. He saw a person lying on a small skateboard with wheels. Behind the skateboard was a speaker. This man had no legs, and his body was a bit deformed. His butt was a bit high, and his hands were
Holding two wooden boards and pushing them on the ground, the car slid forward. While sliding, he sang a song through the microphone at his mouth. There was a tin box in front of him, and there was a lot of money in the box.
There are 10 yuan, 50 yuan, and a red ticket. The rest are just a few yuan and a small pile of coins.
Many people walked by to collect it, took out some change and threw it into the tin box.
"Master, why do I feel that money comes in faster than you did?" Hong Hai'er looked up at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng gave him a shock. What kind of nonsense is this damn kid telling the truth?
At this time, the singer suddenly looked up and saw Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Fang Zheng looked at that look, just like a squirrel saw the biscuits in his hand, and the lone wolf saw the ham in the hands of Zhao Datong's students.
Intestine! That feeling is weird...
At this time, the disabled man immediately slid over, singing even harder while sliding.
"Master is here, will you pay me?" Honghai'er asked.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "No!"
"Why?" Red Boy was asking, but the disabled person had already arrived in front of Fang Zheng, looking up at them.
Red Boy looked at Fang Zheng and said, "Amitabha, donor, please leave."
As a result, the disabled man didn't speak, and just stared at him. At the same time, he sang louder, with a hint of crying, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Originally, Fangzheng and Honghaier were conspicuous, but the disabled person was equally conspicuous. In addition, he was carrying a loud speaker, so people passing by would inevitably be attracted to take a look at him. What's more, it was really scary to hear such a sudden voice, so
By the way, I saw Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er in strange clothes, and then they stopped to watch one by one. More and more people were looking over, and the disabled beggar also had a hint of provocation in his eyes, as if to say, "Are you sorry?"
Give it?
Fang Zheng also understood that the other party had determined that he was a monk and a young monk, and since he had attracted so many people's attention, he was sure to win!
So Fang Zheng knelt down and whispered: "Donors, they are all just working for a living, why bother?"
"Haha... give me the money!" The other party chuckled, turned off the microphone, and said domineeringly. The other party's meaning is very simple, I've got you! You don't give the money? Are you embarrassed? Do you have the shame to face countless pairs of people?
Eyes?
Fang Zheng frowned and said, "Donor, are you robbing me? Your money comes much faster than the poor monk's."
"Tch, you sit down to collect money, and I lie down asking for money. You are more comfortable than me. Give me the money, or I will follow you all the time." When the other party heard that Fang Zheng's accent was not the local accent, he became more determined.
Fang Zheng knew that this was not a beggar, but a robber! He had seen many reports about beggars, but this was the first time he had encountered such an arrogant beggar. The red boy seemed to be deflated when he saw Fang Zheng,
He chuckled, looked at Fang Zheng and said, "Master, do you want me to take action? Stew him in one pot!"
Fang Zheng patted his head and signaled. Seeing this, Hong Boy's smile became even brighter: "Can I stew him?"
Fang Zheng gave him a big eye roll and said: "Jingxin, your understanding is still not enough, go back and read the Diamond Sutra and the Lankavatara Sutra one hundred and eight times!"
When Hong Hai'er heard this, he suddenly had a bitter look on his face. Why didn't he have enough understanding? Didn't he just not see what he meant? This monk is too stupid!
"Little monk, don't change the subject. Hurry up and give me the money." The man lying on the ground became unhappy and whispered.
Fang Zheng glanced at the other party, and then at Hong Hai'er. It turned out that Hong Hai'er still didn't understand what Fang Zheng meant. Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly. Sure enough, he had to take action on his own!
So Fang Zheng squatted down unceremoniously, stretched out his big white hands, spread his slender fingers, and then in the beggar's stunned eyes, he closed his fingers and grabbed a handful of money and took it out. Then the beggar looked stupid and dumbfounded.
He watched the thief put the money into his arms! At that moment, the beggar’s mind was buzzing, what’s going on? There’s something wrong with the style of painting!
The beggar was about to roar angrily, preparing to use the power of the audience around him to force the monk to pay back the money.
As a result, Fang Zheng clasped his hands together with a look of helplessness and said loudly: "Amitabha! Donor, I didn't expect you to be so pious! The poor monk can't ask for your money, but you insist on giving it to the poor monk, and you have to give it all. Let's do this.
, I don’t want to take more, I just take a handful. I really can’t take any more.”
"You..." The beggar lowered his head and looked at the money in the tin box. As a result, all the banknotes were gone, and only a few coins were left shining in the sun! The beggar was so angry that he almost lost his breath and yelled in his heart: Who will give it to you?
Is it okay for you to hold it yourself? A handful? Why are your hands so big? You damn bastard, can you have a good conscience?
The beggar was so angry that he immediately turned on the speaker, opened his mouth wide and shouted, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he said: "Master, take the money! I am a Buddhist!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the beggar felt his eyes were wet and he couldn't stop crying. The money he earned all morning is going to be gone? It hurts! Also, this is not what he wanted to say! This is ridiculous
, there is a ghost!
ps: Shout, a book friend told me that a master said this. So I went to check it out, and it turned out that there was such an operation in the background... and I didn’t know about it before! Well, starting today, I will take a look at what the master said
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