The squirrel's head shook like a rattle: "No, no, what kind of fishing is this, feeding the fish is almost the same." ”

Fang Zheng smiled: "Actually, you can also fish, but the position of your work is different." ”

The squirrel asked curiously, "Which position am I suitable for?" ”

Fang Zheng said: "You are suitable to hang on a fishing hook." ”

The squirrel was stunned for a moment, and the simple little head melon seed didn't come back for a long time, and only after a long time did he say angrily: "Master, you are letting me be a bait!" I'm your apprentice......"

The squirrel wailed, and Fang Zhengze laughed and walked out into the street.

It's different from what Fang Zheng thought, outside the alley is not a big street, but a street in the LC district, the street is not very wide, and the cars are a little crowded, because it is morning, there are no people.

However, looking at the garbage cans full of barbecue garbage, and the skewers stuck in the buckets, you can imagine that it must be very lively at night.

"Master......" The squirrel looked at Fang Zheng pitifully.

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly: "You have also seen that no store is open in the early morning." The people who come and go are office workers, and the smell is the smell of leftovers thrown in the trash last night. If you want to taste it, you won't be hindered by the teacher. ”

The squirrel gave up suddenly.

At this moment, Fang Zheng noticed that there was a strange gaze and looked over, and Fang Zheng immediately realized that if the squirrel spoke human words, if it was discovered, he was afraid that something would happen.

So he patted the squirrel on the head, and the squirrel immediately understood what Fang Zheng meant, and squeaked twice around.

Fang Zheng took the opportunity to say: "I know you're hungry, wait." ”

Those eyes suddenly took it back, but they also looked at him with some curiosity.

As an office worker in the city, it is estimated that it is the first time to see someone walking a squirrel, and this squirrel is still so humane.

"Little monk, where did you get this squirrel? It's so human, can't you sell it? I'm out of a thousand. "An old man walking a bird saw the square squirrel, his eyes lit up, and he offered the price directly.

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, donor, this squirrel is related to the poor monk, and the gold is not exchanged." ”

Before the old man could speak, a sneer came: "It's this set again, you monks don't honestly ring the bell on the mountain to collect money to eat barbecue, what do you pretend to be?" ”

When Fang Zheng heard the sound, he saw a priest walking over under the guise of fortune telling.

This is a wide body and a fat body, and there are a few big characters written on the banner he is holding - Wu Banxian, nothing can be counted, one hundred yuan at a time.

Seeing such a Taoist priest, Fang Zheng's eyes lit up.

With the progress of the times, fortune tellers generally gather in groups, some open doors, some sit on the ground, some do a ritual and make millions of fortunes, and some are poor and cannot afford to live in a house; But it's rare to see a fortune teller holding a sign that seems to be dangling.

Fang Zheng couldn't tell if the other party was a real fortune teller, or a charlatan, or a fat man who played cosplay, so Fang Zheng folded his hands and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk went down the mountain because he was not honest." ”

As soon as these words came out, both the old man and the Taoist priest were stunned.

Then the old man laughed: "Haha...... You little monk is real, I love to hear what you say. I don't like those who like to pretend...... Wu Banxian, you also accumulate some morality, let some juniors! ”

When the Taoist priest holding the fortune-telling sign heard this, he smiled and said, "Uncle Xu, your old man has spoken, then forget it." ”

After speaking, Wu Banxian came to Fang Zheng, stared at the squirrel and said, "Little monk, this squirrel is really not for sale?" I saw his big eyes dripping, and at first glance he was a spirited goods, what's the matter? Sell me, right? I'm out of two thousand. ”

Uncle Xu was suddenly unhappy: "Wu Banxian, you are too much, you are snatching food!" Believe it or not, raise your rent? ”

Wu Banxian was stunned: "Haha...... When it comes to playing, you believe it. Go to work, go to work. ”

Then Wu Banxian came to the side of the road, casually ripped off a horse from behind him and put it on the ground, he put the disguise to the side, sat down on the spot, and took out a piece of yellow cloth from his arms, unfolded it in front of him, and painted Tai Chi gossip on it, as well as various Shinto and Taoist texts.

But the most eye-catching thing is the line of words on the side: "Yuan Shi Tianzun seventy-second generation disciple!"

Fang Zheng was speechless for a while: "You ...... Bragging, right? ”

Wu Banxian was not angry, and replied with a big grin: "Bragging? I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about bragging, right? I'm so simple. ”

As soon as the words fell, another monk in a yellow robe sat next to Wu Banxian, and he skillfully unfolded the stall and set up a roll-up banner by his side.

When Fang Zheng saw it, his eyes were about to pop out.

There is a portrait of a monk hanging directly on it, with the Buddha shining behind him, and the words on the side: "If the Buddha is reincarnated!" ”

The fat monk smiled: "This is staring? I'm telling you, I'm pretty simple. ”

Then a few more people came, some young, some old, some with long beards, some with big bald heads, and nuns, female Taoists, in short, all kinds of people.

After the advertisements were hung out one by one, the worst ones were the reincarnation of the Buddha and the reincarnation of the Jade Emperor, and then a little more violently directly wrote a lot of names of gods and Buddhas, and finally wrote a line on it: "My apprentice." ”

It's not that Fang Zheng has never seen a fortune teller, but those fortune tellers write at most a line of disciples of Longhu Mountain, Putuo Mountain cultivation or something. Back then, he thought those people were quite capable of blowing, but when he compared it today, he suddenly felt that those people hadn't started yet.

Looking at Wu Banxian again, he seems to be the more simple among these people.

"Hey, do you want this place, little monk? Don't let me, I'm setting up a stall. A young Taoist man who came late next to him asked.

Fang Zheng just wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, he had come here, and it was not easy to go to the fate in the morning, so he simply stayed here.

He has taken on a lot of tasks from Wuxiangmen, and he knows that Wuxiangmen sent him here, and the matter must be here. If you go far, it is easy to miss the key person of the mission.

So Fang Zheng said: "Yes, I want to ......"

Wu Banxian said with a smile: "Little monk, sit down quickly." ”

At this moment, Uncle Xu came over with a bird cage: "Hey, stay away from that fat man, this thing is not good." Do you think he let you sit next to him because of kindness? He's bullying you, and at first glance, he's a newcomer, and he doesn't understand anything. ”

Fang Zheng looked at Uncle Xu puzzled: "Is this also said?" ”

Uncle Xu said: "It's too much, you sit next to him." First, you are a novice, you are not competitive, you can't drink, you can't fool, but you can drive away an old fritter, and he has one less competitor.