In many cases, it's better to be simple and rude, and no matter what the outcome is, at least you do what you have to do.

――Mo Xie included quotations from the lonely lamp man

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At that moment, the saliva that spurted out of the old beggar's mouth was almost about to fall on Mo Ye's face, and at such a close distance, Mo Ye could almost see the vegetable scraps stuck between the beggar's teeth.

The foul smell that accompanied the constant smell of fried food from the frying stall on the side was really indescribably miserable, making Mo Ye feel that it was a wise decision that he was reluctant to pay for breakfast......

The onlookers didn't come up to disturb them with great interest, after all, they all wanted to record the whole process.

This old beggar has a very star face, but he was a little unlucky, and he has been flattened many times in this way early in the morning, but it is estimated that the person concerned thinks that his face is very collectible, so he has always fulfilled the principle of "hitting people without slapping their faces".

No, there is still a wet footprint on the old beggar's robe, looking at the location here, it is estimated that the last person who flattened him had just finished going to the toilet.

Mo Xie looked at the old beggar and just turned his mind to all kinds of different feelings: shock, disgust, sympathy......

At last he closed his eyes, gently pushed the old beggar away, and folded his hands on his chest, indicating "don't come near me".

He moved his steps towards the old beggar's feet, and moved unhurriedly towards the frying stall beside him.

"Boss, let's have three strings of fried glutinous rice, and then a bottle of water. Mo Ye hesitated, and chose the latter between "two strings" and "three strings".

"Okay!" The boss was fast, and he went down three times, and at the same time gave Mo Ye a bottle of water, just ......

Mo Ye looked at the three words "Kang Shuaibo" on the bottle with a tangled face, but he still didn't say anything after all.

"Can you give me a cup?"

Mo Xie asked the boss for a cup, and then after waiting for a while, the boss used a xing lunch box to fill the fried glutinous rice he ordered.

Mo Xie handed over the red skin in his trouser pocket that had not come out for an unknown amount of time, and the boss took it with a smile and replaced it with a green skin and four gray skins.

It's been a good time to spend these days......

Mo Xie secretly cursed the world, and then turned to look at the old beggar who had given up after he had walked past him, and was looking for the next "little brother of Bone Jingqi".

In the puzzled eyes of everyone and the flash of the mobile phone, Mo Xie handed out the foam lunch box and cup in his hand to the old beggar, and he had already pulled out one of the glutinous rice skewers in the lunch box, and in the cup he got a cup of "Kang Shuaibo".

"Old man, the shelter is by bus No. 6. Mo Ye Mo Ye only left this sentence and left, and the spectators on the side seemed to be awakened by what he had done, and they didn't know who dropped a coin, and then scattered.

Maybe they're really awake, or maybe they're just leaving for a moment to find the next focus.

What about me?

Am I asleep or awake?

With such doubts, Mo Ye took a bite of the glutinous rice skewer in his hand.

"Shhh

The pain in his teeth made him jump to his feet, and he hurriedly poured a few large mouthfuls of "Kang Shuaibo" to wash away the stimulation of nerve endings with such a cold temperature.

"It seems that I am awake......" Mo Ye stood on the street, his face full of bitterness, "My last red skin, ah......"

"Little brother, there is still a piece of eight. The old beggar in a Taoist robe appeared in front of Mo Ye with a serious face, holding the "Yijin Jing" in one hand, a lunch box in the other, and a fried glutinous rice ball in his mouth.

Mo Ye looked at him speechlessly, then handed him the glutinous rice skewer with a ball missing in his hand, and said, "Take it, six-way car, sit to the end." ”

The old beggar took the glutinous rice skewer and seemed to look at it carefully before he said, "Now there are six more cents...... Forget it, give it a giveaway. ”

Mo Xie felt that this old beggar was very pitiful, so he said: "Okay, there is a No. 6 bus stop nearby, I'll take you there." ”

This old man Mo Xie used to think that he might be a liar or something, but now it seems that he is clearly delirious, and it is really unreasonable to let a delirious old man squat on the street and be looked down upon during the Chinese New Year.

He made a "follow me" gesture to the old beggar, but he ......

Mo Ye's gesture was just halfway before the old beggar grabbed his hand, and he stuffed the dirty "Yi Jin Jing" into his Mo Ye's hand, and by the way, there was also a necklace-like thing, both of which were dusty, and Mo Ye didn't see it clearly for a while.

"Hey, what are you doing......?!"

Only half of the sentence was shouted by Mo Ye, and the old beggar had already run away, which was definitely not something that human beings could achieve.

"?"

What is unmistakable is that so many people on the street did not see this scene, and they were still moving according to their original life trajectory.

Only Mo Xie inexplicably had an extra book in his hand, as well as a necklace with a chain exposed.

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Momentary events can often affect a person's life, and those effects often appear gradually after the fact.

Sitting on the bed in his residence, the bedside light was dim, Mo Xie was reluctant to turn on the main light in this room, without him, it was better to save some electricity bills or something.

After walking around for a long time today, he still couldn't find a place to take him in, and seeing that he had lost the last red skin, he had almost seen himself living on the streets.

"There will be a way, there will be a ......"

Holding his head in his hands, Mo Ye's forehead almost touched his knees, he thought hard, but he couldn't think of a way.

Suddenly, somehow, he remembered the old beggar during the day.

"Ninety-Nine-Eight......"

He muttered, and finally sat up straight.

Mo Ye took out the "Yijin Sutra" from his pocket, and for a while, he opened it by a ghost.

"It's a good way, it's a very good way. The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. The beginning of the nameless world. The mother of all things. Therefore, there is often no yu to see the wonder. There is often a yu to observe its 徼. These two have the same name and different names, and they are the same mysteries. Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders. ”

The first sentence of the first page is like this......

"it!" Mo Ye roared, this word was familiar to him, it was the first sentence in the "Tao Te Ching", and everyone in the Celestial Empire knew it.

It's just that the next moment when Mo Xie scolded abroad, the thing that made him stare off his eyes was born......

The sentence "Dao Ke Dao ......" was scattered into ink in the next second, and then automatically reorganized into such a sentence:

"Insulting the author of this book, he should have sent five thunderbolts to the top, remembered the first offense, and punished him slightly. ”

The next moment, there was no chance for Mo Ye, who was still in a stunned state, to react, and this thing, which I didn't know whether it was the "Yijin Sutra" or the "Tao Te Ching", came out with a white light.

That white light was the last scenery Mo Ye saw before he fell into a coma.