Fang Zheng was stunned and asked curiously: "Apprentice, this song is called "Wandering Song", it is about the prodigal son who goes out and fights, works hard outside but still has nothing, misses his hometown and his mother. No matter the tune of this song, it is full of sadness and longing, and many people will resonate or sympathize with it when they listen to it.

The red boy pouted and said: "The resonance and sympathy of the fart, in our place, if we go out, we will either return to our hometown in fine clothes, or die outside." A weak person like this who goes out, can't mix up as a person, and is still chattering about homesickness, can't live the length of a TV series at all. We, if we don't succeed, we will become benevolent, and everything is spelled out. ”

When Fang Zheng heard this, he shook his head helplessly and said, "No wonder it is not enough for you to have a heavenly court there, you also need to have a spiritual mountain and a Buddha." ”

"Why?" asked Red Boy.

Fang Zheng said very seriously: "Because life is too cheap, force is greater than human nature, naturally someone needs to cross, otherwise wouldn't it be even more chaotic?"

Red Boy said disappreciatively, "However, I still think that we are so good, unrestrained, and we can do whatever we want." ”

"And then you're going to be a wealth boy?" Fang Zheng squinted and sneered.

"Master, can we not mention this stubble?" said the red boy bitterly.

Fang Zheng smiled, at this time, the singer approached, and saw a person lying on a small skateboard with a wheel, and there was a stereo behind the skateboard. The man had no legs, and his body was a little deformed, his buttocks were a little high, and he held two wooden boards in his hands on the ground, and the cart slid forward. While swiping, I sang through the microphone next to my mouth. There was a tin box in front of him, and there was a lot of money in the box, ten dollars, fifty dollars, and a red ticket, and the rest were a few dollars, and a small pile of coins.

Many people walked by from the side to recycle, and took out some change and threw it into the tin box.

"Master, why do I think people will get money faster than you did at the beginning?"

Fang Zheng directly gave him a violent shudder, this dead child, what kind of nonsense is telling the truth?

At this time, the singer suddenly looked up and saw Fang Zheng and the red boy, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Fang Zheng looked at that look, like a squirrel seeing the biscuit in his hand, and the lone wolf saw the ham sausage in the hands of Zhao Datong's students! That feeling, weird......

At this moment, the disabled man immediately slid over, and sang as he slid along, his voice even harder.

"Master, he's here, will you give me any money?" asked the red boy.

Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "Don't give it!"

"Why?" the red boy was asking, and the disabled man had already come to Fang Zheng, looking up at them.

The red boy looked at Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng said: "Amitabha, donor, please leave." ”

As a result, the disabled man didn't speak, just stared at him, and at the same time, he sang louder and cried, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Originally, Fang Zheng and the red boy were conspicuous, and the disabled person was also conspicuous, plus he carried a loud stereo with him, so people who walked by were inevitably attracted and looked at him. What's more, it was really scary to suddenly come to such a voice, so I saw Fang Zheng and the red boy in strange costumes by the way, and then stopped and watched one by one. There were more and more people who came over, and the eyes of the disabled beggar were also a little provocative, as if to say, are you embarrassed not to give it?

Fang Zheng also understood that the other party saw that he was a monk and a young monk, and after attracting the attention of so many people, he was sure of him!

So Fang Zheng squatted down and said in a low voice: "Donor, they are all mixed rice, why bother?"

"Huh...... Give money!" the other party smiled, turned off the microphone, and said domineeringly. The other party's meaning is very simple, I will eat you! You don't give money? Are you embarrassed? Do you have the cheekiness to face countless pairs of eyes?

Fang Zheng frowned and said, "Donor, are you robbing? Your money comes much faster than that of a poor monk." ”

"Cut, you sit and collect money, I ask for money on my stomach, you are more comfortable than me. Give money, or I'll follow you all the time. When the other party heard that the square accent was not a local accent, he suddenly became more determined.

Fang Zheng knew that this was not a beggar, but a robber! He had also seen a lot of reports about beggars, but it was the first time he had encountered such an arrogant beggar. Seeing that Fang Zheng seemed to be deflated, the red boy smiled, looked at Fang Zheng and said, "Master, do you want me to make a move?"

Fang Zheng patted his head and gestured, and when the red boy saw this, he smiled even brighter: "Can you stew him?"

Fang Zheng directly gave him a big roll of the eyes and said: "Pure heart, your understanding is still not enough, go back and read the "Diamond Sutra" and "Ranga Sutra" one hundred and eight times!"

When the red boy heard this, he immediately turned bitter on his face, why didn't he have enough understanding? Didn't he just see what he meant? This monk is too pitiful!

"Little monk, don't think about diverting the topic, hurry up and give money. The one lying on the ground was not happy anymore and whispered.

Fang Zheng glanced at the other party, and then looked at the red boy, but the red boy still didn't understand what Fang Zheng meant. Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly, sure enough, he had to go out by himself!

So Fang Zheng squatted down unceremoniously, stretched out his big white hand, opened his slender fingers, and then in the beggar's stunned gaze, his five fingers were closed, and he grabbed a handful of money fiercely, and then the beggar was stupid, and watched the thief take the money into his arms! At that moment, the beggar's brain buzzed, what is the matter with this Nima? The painting style is a little wrong!

The beggar was about to roar angrily, ready to use the power of the surrounding audience to coerce the monk to pay back the money.

As a result, Fang Zheng folded his hands together with a helpless face, and said loudly: "Amitabha! Donor, I really didn't expect you to be so pious! The poor monk can't ask for your money, but you have to give it to the poor monk, and you have to give it all." In this way, the poor monk doesn't take much, only takes a handful, and he really can't ask for more. ”

"You ......" The beggar looked down at the money in the tin box, but all the bills were gone, and only a few coins were left to glisten in the sun! The beggar was so angry that he almost turned his back on his back, and roared wildly in his heart: Who gave it to you? Did you take it yourself? Why is your TM hand so big? You girl, a dead thief, do you have a good conscience?

The beggar was furious, immediately turned on the stereo, opened his mouth wide and shouted, but as soon as the words came out, they became: "Master, take the money!

As soon as the next words came out, the beggar only felt that his eyes were moist, and his tears could not stop crying, and the money he had earned all morning was about to be gone?

PS: Shout, a book friend told me that there is a great god who says this. So I went to take a look, and it turned out that there was still this kind of operation in the background...... And I didn't know at all before!Well, starting today, I'll take a look at the message that the great god said, except for no spoilers, the rest will be answered one by one.