Fellow Daoist, your script is really good.

This is our merit!

The proprietress walked over and smiled.

"Master, don't mind him. Master, what kind of buns would you like? Just name it. By the way, Master, you're really handsome!"

"Master, can you unclog a well? Would you mind coming to my house and unclogging it?"

The steamed bun shop owner was confused: "Madam, is our well clogged?"

"Amitabha." Wuming smiled slightly and took out a few copper coins from his money bag. "Boss lady, this humble monk has money and doesn't need to beg for alms. Just two vegetable buns will do. Besides, this humble monk doesn't know how to unclog a well."

"Oh, that's such a pity~" The proprietress swayed her hips as she took the copper coin from Wuming's hand, and casually touched the back of his hand. "Master, you really are..."

"Hey! You little brat! You're stealing again! You little brat! Stop right there!"

The proprietress hadn't even finished saying the word "really handsome."

Beside Wuming, a raggedly dressed child stealthily reached out his dirty hand, took two steamed buns from the table, and then ran away!

"Little brat!"

The proprietress made a move to chase after him, but Wuming stopped her with his outstretched hand.

"Boss lady, I'll pay for the buns that little boy just took."

Also, could you give me a few meat buns, ma'am?

"Meat bun?"

The proprietress was stunned. Monks can eat meat buns these days?

You monk would rather eat meat buns than dredge a well for me?

......

The child stole two steamed buns and ran a long way. When he saw that no one was chasing him, he was a little confused, but he was also relieved.

At this moment, the child's palms and chest, which were covered by the steamed bun, were burning from the hot bun.

But the child didn't care at all. He squatted in a dead end of a small alley and ate the steamed bun with gusto.

Just then, a stray dog ​​walked over.

The stray dog ​​drooled as it looked at the unfinished bun in the child's hand.

The child stood up, stuffed the bun into his arms, and casually picked up a wooden stick next to him.

Just as a conflict was about to erupt between the man and the dog, a steamed bun flew in front of the dog.

The dog picked up the bun and turned around, only to see a bald monk.

The stray dog ​​thought the monk was not easy to bully, so it ran away with the bun in its mouth.

Wuming watched the stray dog ​​leave, then turned to look at the child.

"Hey! Monk! What do you want?!"

The child gripped the stick tightly in his hand.

Wuming stepped forward.

For every step Wuming took, the child took a step back.

But this is a dead end.

Finally, the child had nowhere left to retreat.

Five meters away from the child, Wuming stopped moving forward, squatted down, and placed the bun wrapped in oil paper on the ground.

Wuming didn't say anything, he just turned and left.

The child stared at the bun wrapped in oil paper, his eyes blinking gently.

After leaving the alley, Wuming continued walking north.

Wuming has seen many homeless children, and there will be many more in the world.

Wuming knew that he couldn't help them much, and he couldn't help all the homeless children in the world.

Therefore, Wuming wanted to do what he could.

Although this meal of steamed buns is nothing special.

Although the child will be hungry again after this meal.

Some people have said this about Wuming, that he is nothing but a hypocrite.

but.

Even hypocrisy is still a form of good.

At least, Wuming felt he could help the child have a full meal.

"Pfft."

Just as Wuming continued walking forward, he felt someone bump into him.

Turning my head, I saw the child who had been in the alley earlier.

"Thank you! Thank you... thank you for the steamed buns."

The child's eyes were bright and sparkling.

"You're welcome."

Wuming smiled.

The child, as if shy, turned and ran away quickly.

Watching the child's retreating figure, Wuming stood there for a long time, even lost in thought.

The child ran very fast, as if afraid that someone would catch up with him.

Running to the bottom of a bridge, the child looked around to make sure no one was around before letting out a sigh of relief and taking the money bag out of his pocket.

This money bag belongs to Wuming.

The child tried to empty the money bag, but found that no matter how much he shook it, it didn't work.

How could this happen?

The more the child shook the money bag, the more irritable he became.

The money bag was bulging, but when I reached inside, I found it was empty!

This is infuriating! Absolutely infuriating!

"Useless thing!"

The child threw the money bag heavily on the ground and stomped on it a few times. Feeling somewhat relieved, he left in a huff.

But just as the child turned around, he stopped in his tracks and froze on the spot!

"When...when did you get here?"

The child was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

As he ran, he kept an eye on what was behind him. The monk stood there like a fool, showing no intention of chasing him at all.

How did he appear?

"Young benefactor, please return the item to its rightful owner."

Wuming opened his palm.

"Pshaw! I found this thing! I don't want it!"

As he spoke, the child picked up the money bag and threw it at Wuming.

The money bag hit Wuming.

Wuming, holding the money pouch in one hand, looked at the child with puzzlement: "Why did you steal my money pouch, little benefactor?"

Wuming wouldn't say something like, "Stealing a money pouch is a bad thing."

If they can get enough to eat, they won't steal.

But what puzzled Wuming was...

Why did he steal my purse?

"I didn't steal it, don't make things up!"

The child, instead, reached out his hand and fawned.

"I found your purse! Aren't you going to give me a reward, sir?"

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"I found your purse! Aren't you going to give me a reward, sir?"

The child stretched out his hand, looking extremely innocent.

Even the tattered clothes she wore easily evoked pity in people.

"Amitabha."

Wuming chanted a Buddhist prayer, opened his storage bag, and gave the other party some silver.

The amount of silver wasn't much, but it was enough to feed the other party for more than half a month.

Giving him too much money would be bad for him, since possessing a treasure is a crime.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

The child accepted the silver and kept bowing to express his gratitude.

However, Wuming realized that the other party's gaze had been fixed on his storage bag.

Just as Wuming was about to leave, suddenly, the child snatched the storage bag from Wuming's hand and ran away!

The monk just poured money out of this bag!

So the child knew that there must be a hidden mechanism in the bag!

No problem! The mechanism can be untied slowly. Let's get this storage bag into our hands first!

"what!"

But just as the child was overjoyed at having grabbed the storage bag, he lost his footing and fell directly into the river.

"Help...help...help..."

The child struggled incessantly in the river.

Just as the child was about to sink, Wuming sighed softly, shook his head, and used his magic to lift the child up.

Seeing a golden lotus flower rescue him, the child was both curious and frightened. Looking at the bald man standing by the bridge, he felt a burning desire for him.

Wuming rescued him and brought him to the shore, and used his spiritual power to dry his clothes.

"Please return it to its rightful owner." Wu Ming extended his hand.

The child knew he had met a tough opponent, and reluctantly handed the storage bag over to them.

Are you a deity?

The child asked, his expression showing a hint of resentment.

Wuming shook his head: "I am not a god, I am just a monk."

"But when you rescued me, you were clearly a deity."

The child was extremely focused.

"My lord, please accept me as your disciple!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the child knelt down in front of Wuming, looking extremely sincere.

“Young benefactor, I am a monk. If I were to take you as my disciple, then you would become a young monk.”

“Sure!” The child nodded like a chick pecking at rice. “I can be a monk! As long as you can teach me magic.”

Wuming shook his head again: "Young benefactor, you are a woman, how can you become a monk?"

"You! How did you know?!" The child stood up and backed away warily.