On the east bank of the lake is Feng Huan Town, Sihu County, and on the west bank of the lake is Xixiang Town, Sihu County. Across the lake, there are many changes in customs, and in general there is not much difference. On the shore, Chu Yimeng jumped east and west to take a look, very happy.

Chu Yimeng's parents died early, and he lived with his grandfather, living in the mountains, and almost never saw the outside world. It was still a few days ago that the Hengkong Daoist took the disciples of the Lake Island out on a trip, and Chu Yimeng went out for the first time.

At the beginning, the Hengkong Daoist led the disciples of the island in the middle of the lake to walk in the deep mountains and forests, and rarely went to the downtown area. The only time I went to the downtown area, I also encountered someone pretending to be a disciple of the island in the middle of the lake.

Chu Yimeng rarely saw such a lively temple fair, and everything he saw felt novel and interesting.

"What does Little Meng'er like?"

Chu Yimeng's eyes just looked randomly, and occasionally his eyes would stop, but he never spoke. Zhang Daoran naturally knows the nature of a child, and Chu Yimeng must have something he likes.

bought a candy man casually, Zhang Daoran handed it to Chu Yimeng: "Tell the master what you like... Or will the master give you money and you will buy it yourself?"

Chu Yimeng's eyes reluctantly moved away from a kite, and said with a serious face: "Master, we are cultivators, as cultivators, although money is something outside the body, it is also an indispensable thing. Our island in the middle of the lake is located in a remote area, not well populated, and there are not many sources of money, so we should be frugal......"

Chu Yimeng, who is like a little adult, said such words, Zhang Daoran felt surprised and not surprised. Chu Yimeng himself is smart, since the beginning of cultivation, the aura has nourished his body, his soul has grown, his soul is dark, and his intelligence is not comparable to ordinary people.

"Thank you Xiaomeng'er for thinking about the teacher..."Rubbing Chu Yimeng's little head, Zhang Daoran smiled dumbly: "Although the teacher is not a rich and noble person, he still has some money in his hand......"

Saying that, Zhang Daoran walked to the place where the kite was sold and bought a swallow's kite.

"Master, I want that Chang'e ...... to the moon"

Chu Yimeng saw Zhang Daoran holding a kite in the shape of a swallow, and hurriedly reminded.

In Zhang Daoran's hand, another kite made by a beautiful woman was written with several big characters of Chang'e running to the moon. Zhang Daoran put down the swallow-shaped kite without hesitation, picked up Chang'e and ran to the moon: "Okay... I want this Chang'e to go to the moon......"

picked up the kite, gave the money, and continued to walk forward with Chu Yimeng.

"This is for stuff, it's called a dustpan, we can't use it..."

"It's called a shovel, and we can't use it..."

"Little Meng'er, these monkeys are for people's performances, not wild, you can't let them go without permission......"

"Hey, a few jokes and you're still angry? Maltose, come and taste it..."

"Eat some rice cakes and millet cakes......"

Zhang Daoran was carrying a lot of things in his hands, and Chu Yimeng was walking in front, seemingly impatient......

"The master is a shopaholic, I bought so many things without saying a word......" Thinking so in his heart, Chu Yimeng didn't want to continue to go inside: "Master... Let's get out. Hey... What about what you just had in your hand?"

"You don't, I'll throw it all away......"

Zhang Daoran was rare to be so relaxed, and spread his hands: "You didn't answer this question for the teacher, I thought you didn't like it, so I threw it all ......away."

Zhang Daoran has a chaotic space, whether it is a living thing or a dead thing, it can be put into the chaotic world. Zhang Daoran took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, and he had already put things in the chaotic space. Chu Yimeng didn't know this, and his little face was a little depressed.

Chu's dream likes all of them.

I like to play and like to eat......

The small mouth pursed out, and Chu Yimeng was sullen.

The master is very kind today, and Chu Yimeng doesn't dare to make trouble too much.

Suddenly, a burst of mournful music came from afar, and the desolate singing voice made people can't help but restrain the smile on their faces. Chu Yimeng had sadness on his face: "Master, what is that for?"

In the distance, one lost his legs. It should be said that the middle-aged man without calves was lying on a flatbed made of four small wheels, moving forward with his hands on the ground, and pushing a stereo in his hands. Empty trouser legs, rubbing against the ground, full of filth.

"Master, this is a begging disabled ......"

Chu Yimeng's face was full of compassion, watching the disabled people push the stereo forward, but no one gave love, no one gave charity, Chu Yimeng's face was even more compassionate: "This disabled donor is also desperate in his heart...... He can't work, he can't make money, he can only beg on the streets......"

"Master, are you rich?" Chu Yimeng raised his little face, his face full of innocence. This kind of innocence, untainted by the world, so pure: "Can you give him some money?"

Zhang Daoran frowned, his eyes looked at the middle-aged legs lying on the small flat car like electricity.

Zhang Daoran has seen a lot of this kind of trick, and under the fat trouser legs, there are hidden secrets. Before he was reborn here, Zhang Daoran had seen a lot of such Internet jokes.

A real disabled person is one who exposes his disability to the outside world, rather than hiding it inside his trouser legs......

Chu Yimeng was unclear, and when he saw Zhang Daoran frowning, he didn't dare to speak again. In Chu Yimeng's heart, his master is a compassionate person, this beggar is so pitiful, why does the master suddenly have no compassion?

"Master... Aren't we supposed to have compassion?"

Cultivators have the world in mind, practice chivalry and righteousness, punish injustice, show mercy to the weak, and support the good. These are still what his master said to him at the beginning, Chu Yimeng raised his head and looked at Zhang Daoran, and he no longer had the same fear as before.

This is the search for the truth, the release of doubts in the heart.

"That's a monk......" Zhang Daoran couldn't cry or laugh: "Cultivators need to uphold goodness, punish injustice, have the world in mind, and fight unevenly......

knew that Chu Yimeng had kindness in his heart, compassion, and dissatisfaction with his indifference. Zhang Daoran didn't explain: "Just look at it, compassion needs to be had, but it can only be given to those in need... Some people themselves have the ability to work and are physically strong, but they take advantage of people's compassion to deceive others into pity. ”

Chu Yimeng opened his mouth and looked at the disabled person.

The disabled person had a sad face, sliding the small flatbed under his body with one hand and pushing the stereo with the other. The temple fair was originally bustling and crowded. An elderly woman in a big red jacket was riding a battery car, with someone in front of her blocking the way, and her feet were propped up and she stepped back.

The rear tires rolled into the trouser legs of the disabled people dragging on the ground without anyone knowing......

How did the disabled person know, still holding on to the small tablet and continuing to slide forward, and with a lot of force, his leg fell off......

The first thing that shows up is not the man's ass under the pants, but a pair of feet. The middle-aged man put his feet on his hips, tied them with a rope, and put on fat pants to pretend to be disabled......

Chu Yimeng was dumbfounded, the scene in front of him was beyond everyone's expectations. Chu Yimeng instantly understood why the master said those words, and why he didn't give love at the first time......

It turns out that all this is fake!

"Let's go......"

Zhang Daoran continued to move forward with Chu Yimeng, and did not stop here: "This person will pay the price for his deception......"

Sure enough, just after walking far, I heard someone yelling: "It turned out to be fake, and I gave him ten yuan..."

"This kind of person does not deserve sympathy and should be beaten ......"