The alms-raising Arhat and Moon left the big pit and walked forward along the road.
Although Moon's one-legged jump is not very tiring, it doesn't look very good.
There seems to be no end in sight, so I can only ask first.
"Uncle, where are we going?
There is a winter fishing festival on Taiqing Valley, and there will definitely be a lot of people, so why not go directly to Cai Gen?"
The alms-raising arhat didn't even look back, as if he was still considering what Ling Zimu had just said.
Is my life hard or not?
With the backing of the West, can we defeat Cai Gen?
Are the Arhat status and the Arhat golden body not guaranteed in the eyes of the Spirit Son Mother?
As an old guy who has lived for countless years, the Arhat is constantly weighing things up.
How much price is it worth paying for the remains of Gonggong?
His train of thought was interrupted by Munn, and he didn't want to answer.
It's just that Munn is jumping around behind him, which really doesn't look good.
Moreover, my current appearance also somewhat affects the view.
Let’s go back to Ruixue Temple first and make long-term plans.
He stopped and raised his hand to hail a taxi.
When Moon saw the taxi now, he felt frightened.
Xie An'an was really scared last time.
Seeing the Arhat taking the lead and getting into the passenger seat, it wouldn't be a good idea if he didn't follow.
I jumped in front of the car and looked carefully at the taxi's front windshield.
Fortunately, it is in good condition and there are no holes made by Yuehua.
Looking at the driver inside the car, it is not Xie An, but a young man.
Then I felt relieved and got into the back seat of the car.
The alms-raising Arhat was annoyed when he saw Moon appear, and he really regretted taking her with him.
However, it's not enough without him. He still relies on Munn for many things.
"What's your ink mark on?
Why, are you still choosing a car?
Who is used to this bad habit? There are so many things going on."
After training Mu En, the Arhat raised his begging bowl and held his chrysanthemum face, twitching for a long time, as if he was laughing.
"Little master, find a place that sells crutches and masks."
When the young man saw their appearance, he felt uncomfortable.
The old lama with a chrysanthemum face and the bandaged woman with a missing leg.
What about this look?
Did you go to the morning market to beg for food after get off work?
This is too low-key, how can it be so terrible?
With such makeup skills, you can still get ahead in Hengdian, right?
It’s past six in the morning on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.
Masks and walking sticks are only sold in pharmacies.
Are there any pharmacies open?
“The pharmacies aren’t even open right now.
Unless you go around a hospital, there may be a 24-hour pharmacy.
However, the watch won’t be used before the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, so the starting price is ten yuan.”
The alms-raising Arhat did not answer, waiting for Moon to help him with these mundane tasks.
I am in Ruixue Temple, I have clothes to open my hands, food to open my mouth, and the number of times I can go out is limited.
Bringing Munn along is just to deal with such a situation.
It always feels uncomfortable when there is no one around to serve you.
Moon still had some good sense, so he quickly rummaged through his bag to find money.
At this point, you should take out a red ticket and stop the driver.
Everything is so smooth, and it reflects the value of its existence.
However, except for the teleportation talisman, all the other belongings in his small bag were taken away by Xie An'an.
This is really a penny stumping for a heroic man. How did he end up on this dung heap?
You can't exchange teleportation charms for fares, right?
This teleportation talisman can exchange for dozens of taxis.
Whether they are equivalent and whether they will lose money are secondary.
The point is, the driver doesn’t know how to recognize the goods, right?
Moon turned more and more anxious, and the more anxious he became, the less money he could find.
Until the driver got impatient.
"No, ten yuan is really not much, okay?
If that doesn't work, just find another car. I've been up all night and it's time to go back and hand over my shift.
It's not easy to see you two. Is the morning market not doing well today?"
Whether the morning market business is good or not, what does it have to do with the two of us?
The alms-raising arhat felt Moon's impatience and felt a little impatient.
He coughed hard and gave Munn an ultimatum.
After receiving the warning, Moon immediately became furious.
"What the hell are you writing on?
Drive first, it won't cost you much to get to the place.
Why, you look down on us, are you afraid that we can't afford you a car?"
The driver thought it was right. Although they didn't look normal, not many people took Bawang cars now, and they didn't have much money in total. There was really no reason to pay in advance.
Just as they were about to drive on the road, the chrysanthemum-faced old lama sitting next to the narrator was unhappy.
He turned around and slapped Munn back, making Munn's face look natural.
"Who the hell are you with?
Can't your attitude be better?
Your driver has worked hard all night, don't you deserve respect?
Have you forgotten that monks are compassionate and kind to others?
How dare you embarrass me, if I had known you were like this, I shouldn't have brought you out."
Moon covered her face and did not dare to say a word.
I didn't take out the money, so I was really stuck, and I was a little bit angry.
But, is this a big deal?
She didn't understand.
Why does the Arhat who raises a bowl look good on everyone but looks down upon himself?
And he still has that skillful counterattack, he is really used to it.
After being whipped, I didn't feel anything was wrong.
It's like being whipped yourself, it's no big deal.
Is your face used to it too?
How was it developed?
When did it start?
By the way, it started when Cai Gen whipped himself under the big pit.
It's all Cai Gen's fault for starting his own life of being whipped.
After taking out the muen, the alms-raising man felt much better.
Found out even moon shit isn't.
Follow him by his side and be a punching bag at any time.
It’s also good to regulate your emotions.
He put on what he thought was a smile again, took out a red ticket from his lama robe, and put it on the driver's lap.
"Little master, please be patient, I don't educate you well at home.
This is one hundred, don’t look for it, you will be in big trouble during the New Year.”
Huh?
The driver touched the red ticket carefully and found that it was real.
Are these two crazy people?
I took this job this morning, I don’t know if it’s a good thing or not.
The car moved and went around two hospitals before coming across a 24-hour pharmacy.
The medical equipment inside is relatively complete.
The arhat who holds the alms bowl no longer relies on Moon, and it is not easy to go out with one leg. His current appearance is also quite scary, and he is not suitable for shopping.
He took out a pile of red tickets again, more than ten of them, and handed them to the driver.
"Little master, I'd like to trouble you again.
I bought a mask and a pair of crutches, thank you."
I paid enough for the fare, and I was nice to talk to.
The young driver felt that it didn’t matter if he did good things, so who could catch up?
I took the money and went to the drugstore. It took me a long time to come out with a plastic bag and a pair of crutches.
He handed the crutches to Moon in the back seat and gave the plastic bag to the beggar-raising man.
"Three hundred for crutches and one hundred and fifty for masks. This is the remaining money."
Um?
Even if the Arhat Raising a Bowl doesn’t come out often, you still know that masks shouldn’t be that expensive, right?
Open the plastic bag and take a look.
There is only one mask and four bottles of hand sanitizer.
If you want to buy a mask, why is there hand sanitizer?
What business logic is this?
Have you lost touch with the times at Ruixue Temple?
He didn't think about how much money he spent, it didn't matter.
