He was naked and looked at the Qingning necklace on his chest in the mirror. He had a good sleep last night and no longer had nightmares.
Although it was cold outside, it didn't rain, so Aguan rode a stone fire wheel and wandered around the streets. He passed a vegetable market where there was a lot of hawking. He rode into the market, passed several stalls, and picked out some snacks.
He held the bag in one hand and the bamboo stick in the other. He took the food out of the bag and put it in his mouth.
Several children on the side, seeing that Aguan could ride a bicycle without using his hands, followed him one after another, shouting behind him. Aguan looked back at the group of children, feeling a little proud. He was about to do some stunts to make them scream louder——
At this time, a burst of noise came, which brought Aguan's attention back.
The woman in front was carrying a baby on her back and a baby on her chest, and she was holding an uncle with one hand. The uncle looked polite, wearing a shirt, suit pants, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, but his hair was a little messy.
The uncle held a leather bag in one hand and let the woman hold her arm with the other.
"This is the only money left at home, and you still want to take it!" the woman yelled, with tears in her eyes.
The uncle's face turned red, he threw his hands and cursed angrily: "Stop making trouble, the neighbors are watching, don't you feel embarrassed!"
The woman screamed and cried: "What medicine did you take wrongly? I would rather you gamble or go whoring than waste money like this!"
"What a waste of money!" The uncle threw away the woman's hand and shouted loudly: "I'm just making a good relationship and accumulating some bad virtue for you!"
The woman let the uncle throw her away, fell to the ground, and cried bitterly.
The uncle then felt a little guilty. He stepped forward to help the woman up, rubbed her bruised thigh and said, "Shufen, our family has not given any charity money for three months. I'm sorry, Master. There is no reward for this..." "
The woman named Shufen pushed the uncle away and cried: "If you use money to gamble, you might win back; if you use money to go whoring, you will be satisfied anyway. But you give me money every month If we give them our hard-earned money, what will our family get? What will we get?"
The uncle looked at the crowd gathered around him, with sweat dripping from his face. He took the woman home and said, "We selflessly give out charity money to form good relationships and do good deeds. We will be rewarded with good things." ⋯⋯”
The woman was pulled into the house, and she kept shouting: "What kind of reward? What kind of good deeds?" I saw that their temples were getting bigger and bigger, and their clothes were getting more and more colorful. Last year, our alley was flooded, and they had an incident. Do you have any influence? You drowned an old man, and the old man also donated a lot of money. Did you get any good luck?"
Aguan rode past that house, and just as he was thinking that the words "forge a good relationship" sounded familiar, he heard an exclamation from behind, and the uncle ran out again, still holding the leather bag tightly in his hand, and rushed forward. With.
It was too late for the woman to chase her out. She fell down in front of the door and cried. Several neighbors helped her up, while scolding the uncle for being heartless.
Aguan turned the car around and gave chase.
The uncle ran through several alleys, running as fast as he could, and ran to the street, where he stopped a taxi and got into it.
Aguan was just thinking about whether he should follow up and grab the woman's purse when his cell phone rang. It was Artest. It turned out that the Sixth Po ordered Atai to hand over the written White Flame Talisman to Aguan.
The two met in front of the fast food restaurant last night. Atai took out a stack of white flame talismans and a dozen fairy binding talismans from his backpack.
"The more you write, the better!" Aguan took the stack of white flame talismans, a total of one hundred, no more, no less. He weighed it in his hand, and a stream of spiritual energy spread from the talisman to his palm.
Artest breathed smoke into the sky, looking like it was nothing. This was his brainchild, because although Artest had written many spells before, the quality was uneven. So the sixth wife strictly urged Atai to tear up all the bad talismans. Therefore, these hundred white flames are all carefully selected, the best of the best.
Aguan snorted and saw that the monk was still begging for alms across the street last night. When he saw the colorful cassocks on his body, he remembered what the woman just said, "The temples are getting bigger and bigger, and the monks' robes are getting more and more colorful." I found out that the uncle took the money and wanted to donate it to this True Immortal Sect.
Aguan told Atai what happened just now. As he listened, Atai cursed "Fuck" and became more and more angry.
The monk across the street walked across the street and came all the way to ask for alms. His words of "making good relationships" and "getting good rewards" came from far and near, and his voice reached Aguan Atai's ears.
Aguan and Atai looked at each other, and Aguan sighed and said, "I have nothing to do recently, so boring..."
"Go and beg for alms!" Artest said again.
"You haven't eaten yet..." Aguan touched his stomach.
"Eat it when it melts!" Artest took a breath of cigarette, put out the cigarette butt on a trash can, and threw it into the trash can.
It turns out that now the sixth wife not only forbids him from swearing, but also strictly disciplines his attitude towards life. Although Artest's habit of swearing is difficult to break, at least he has learned to throw cigarette butts into the trash can.
The two laughed and walked towards the monk one after another.
Aguan and Atai followed the monk in colorful clothes. Every time the monk grabbed a passerby, the two of them would join in to cause trouble before he even said a word.
"Sir, miss, let's have a good relationship!" the monk said with a smile, holding up his bowl.
"Uncle, please do a good deed and form a good relationship..." Artai followed the monk, pressing his shoulders to the left and right, and begging for alms from the monk.
"I'm so hungry..." Aguan followed and helped.
The monk initially ignored the two of them, but Atai and Aguan stalked each other and drove away many "customers" one after another. The monk's smile began to freeze, and the corners of his mouth trembled involuntarily. He walked faster and said to other passers-by from time to time: "Good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds, and good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds!"
"Yes, yes! If you make a good relationship, you will be rewarded. If you don't, the whole family will die -" Atai yelled like a madman.
"Why do you ask others to form good relationships, but don't form good relationships yourself?" Aguan asked the monk.
When passers-by saw the strange formation of these three people, they all ducked away.
The monk finally couldn't hold himself back and growled fiercely at the two of them: "Young man, which road are you on?"
"I don't agree with you!" Artest replied with a snort.
"Yeah, it's different." Aguan continued to help.
The monk walked bitterly to the arcade, took out an expensive mobile phone, and dialed a number, as if he was moving reinforcements.
Aguan and Atai had seen the monk hiding in the arcade. They had made enough noise and were no longer interested, so they planned to go to dinner. Unexpectedly, the monk ran out again, pointed at the two of them and shouted: "Don't run away if you have the guts!"
Artest said a few times: "Who cares about you!"
Before they finished speaking, several monks wearing the same colorful cassocks appeared out of nowhere behind them, and a few big men wearing singlets and ferocious faces came in front. One of the leading men gave Artest a hard push and asked, "You dare to make trouble, where did you come from?"
"It came so fast!" Atai took advantage of Aguan being beside him. Not to be outdone, he pushed the big man and said loudly: "My boss is in Nantianmen. If you don't understand, don't ask. I don't have time to teach you." You; don’t tell me where you are, I’m not interested in knowing!”
The big man was stunned for a moment, then roared angrily, and punched Artest on the head. Artest sidestepped the punch and kicked the big man. Just as he was about to shout, another rogue man had already punched Artest in the face, knocking him backwards and hitting him. On a row of motorcycles, people were hit and turned over.
The other two gangsters also rushed up. Aguan kicked them one by one and knocked them to the ground. He then caught the gangster who beat Atai and used the self-defense skills Pianpian taught him to beat the gangster to pieces.
Several monks were about to rush up with the gangsters to teach these two troublemakers a lesson. But now they saw that Aguan was difficult to deal with, so they looked at each other and ran away.
Because Aguan was not gentle, several hooligans supported each other, screamed, and ran away. They also cursed: "Fuck... don't run away if you have the guts. I will go back and spray you with a spray gun!"
"Troll?" Aguan groaned.
"It's just a pistol!" Artest covered the cheek where he got punched: "What a piece of shit. If you can't beat him, you have to use a gun. Are we going to be stupid and take bullets here?"
Seeing that the gangster ran away, Aguan and Atai went back to get the stone fire wheel and the motorcycle, and changed places to have lunch.
The two entered a restaurant and were eating in the restaurant, when suddenly a group of people walked by outside. Since the two of them were seated near the window, Aguan could see clearly that there was a woman in the group, the woman whose husband had snatched her purse in the market just now. She had snot and tears on her face. The others were all her neighbors, six or seven of them in the group, all looking indignant.
