Fellow Daoist, your script is really good.

"I was just worried that the other person would soil your clothes, Master."

Wuming ignored the center of the circle and instead put a little silver into his bowl.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master..."

The beggar immediately kowtowed, picked up his bowl, and ran away.

Why did you just do that?

Wuming asked about the center of the circle.

“He’s begging, but Yuanxin, you were begging before too. Why didn’t you sympathize with him?”

“Master, he has hands and feet, he can work as a helper or a waiter, he won’t starve either way.”

If the other person doesn't want to go, it's obvious they just want something for nothing... People like that don't deserve sympathy.

Yuanxin clenched her little hands and blinked at Wuming.

"But you had hands and feet before, and you could have worked as a waiter and not starved. Why are you still begging, Yuanxin?"

"How could you say that, Master?"

The center of the circle has a small, flat mouth.

"She's a girl, what if someone finds out? There are good people in this world, but there aren't many like Master."

"Center, as I've said before, good people shouldn't have guns pointed at them."

"No, didn't Master voluntarily accept Yuanxin as his disciple?"

Wuming looked deeply at the center of the circle, then shook his head, clasped his hands together in prayer, and chanted the Buddhist mantra: "Amitabha..."

Wuming continued walking forward, with the center of the circle still following behind him.

"Master, when will you teach me magic?"

"Later."

“But Master, I’ve been with you for a year already.”

"Later."

"But I've heard people say that the earlier you start cultivating, the better. If it's too late, won't I miss the opportunity to cultivate?"

"No, spiritual practice is only related to your heart."

"I don't understand, but Master, how late do I have to go?" Yuanxin asked, dissatisfied.

Wu Ming stopped, clasped his hands together, and looked up at the sky: "I don't know..."

That night, Wuming found an inn to stay at.

Wuming and Yuanxin live separately.

After all, men and women are different.

They ate separately.

Yuanxin secretly ordered a chicken.

Wuming knew this, but he didn't stop it.

Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart.

If you have no Buddha in your heart, what good is wine and meat?

Yuanxin is not a monk; he drinks alcohol and eats meat, and Wuming will not interfere.

However, just as Wuming finished eating his vegetarian meal, he heard a commotion next door.

Wuming sighed and walked out.

At this moment, Yuanxin is scolding a waiter:

"What's wrong with you guys? Why is there such a huge cockroach in a chicken meal?!"

I don't care! Give me my money back!

Give me my money back!

Be careful, or I'll curse you!

Send me another pot... Master...

Yuanxin was halfway through speaking when he saw Wuming walk out of the room.

Wu Ming walked over to the waiter and gently helped him up: "Esteemed benefactor, what has happened?"

Wuming wouldn't ask about the center of the circle.

Because it makes no sense.

"This master..."

The waiter wiped his sweat; he knew the two were in the same line of work.

Moreover, because the shop owner is a Buddhist, he made a special request to treat the two of them well.

"It was my fault, my oversight, that this young master found a cockroach in his roast chicken. Please forgive him, young master, and don't tell the boss. I will compensate you."

Restaurants don't punish chefs, since chefs are hard to find, but waiters are easy to find.

Finally, the shop owner would only blame the waiter for being blind and not noticing.

Wuming helped the waiter up and went into the room, where he saw a cockroach wrapped in oil paper, which was charred black.

Then Wuming looked at the candle on the table.

"It's alright, there's no need for you to feel guilty. I apologize for disturbing you so late..."

Wu Ming smiled and said to the waiter.

"Master, how about I bring you another chicken?" The waiter suddenly felt guilty, realizing it was his mistake.

"It really doesn't matter."

Wuming recited a Buddhist chant.

"As long as you do good to others in the future, I believe that good deeds will be rewarded."

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Master."

The waiter was also moved to tears. After following Wuming's example and performing the wai (a gesture of respect), he slowly left.

Wuming turned around and looked at the center of the circle.

Yuanxin looked at Wuming with an innocent expression.

Wu Ming closed the door and slowly asked, "Did you put this cockroach here?"

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"Did you put this cockroach in there?"

Wu Ming slowly opened his mouth and asked, his tone calm, without any hint of blame or punishment.

However, one could hear a hint of weariness and helplessness in Wuming's tone.

"What is Master saying...?"

Yuanxin shook her head, looking completely innocent, with even a few tears in her eyes.

"Master, I ate a cockroach! I'm the complete victim..."

"victim?"

Wuming shook his head.

"There is a difference between roasting chicken over a candle and roasting chicken normally."

Moreover, although I, a humble monk, have no special abilities, as a Buddhist disciple, I can still sense the time of a creature's death.

This cockroach must have died less than half an incense stick's time ago.

Upon hearing Wuming's words, Yuanxin clicked her tongue in disdain.

In the center of the circle, there was no trace of remorse; instead, there was an expression that said, "If only I had concealed it better, how could I have been exposed?"

“Let’s go, I’ll go with you to apologize to that benefactor.”

"Apologize? Why apologize?! What did he lose?"

Yuanxin glared angrily at Wuming.

"Because you caused trouble for others and caused them emotional distress, we should apologize to them," Wuming said slowly.

"trouble?"

The center of the circle repeated Wuming's words.

"Monk! I've had enough of you this past year."

Your so-called kindness, in my eyes, is nothing but hypocrisy!

I know you're very rich!

At that time, you were unwilling to give me more money, only enough for a month's food and drink.

What about me a month from now?

What should I do a month from now?

Wouldn't I starve to death?

What's the point of doing this?

You want me to live another month?!

Over the past year, countless people have begged from you, but you only give them a little, or you don't give them anything at all!

When you encountered bandits trying to abduct a woman, you only chased them away without intending to kill them!

What if they abduct women again in the future? Do those people ever encounter kind-hearted people like you?

Monk! You keep saying you want to do good deeds, but in the end, you haven't done anything at all!

You can't do anything!

You noticed that the innkeeper was very respectful and kind to you; that's because she's a Buddhist.

That's why she took such good care of us. Didn't you see that the innkeeper wouldn't even give leftovers to beggars?

You see this waiter as very innocent and respectful towards us, but little do you know that he would rather pick up a broom and chase away those who have no money.

What you Buddhists call "saving people from suffering"!

What kind of suffering are you relieving?

What kind of hardship are they rescuing?!

Yuanxin finished speaking in one breath, her little hands clenched into fists, her face flushed.

"Say something!"

Upon seeing that Wuming remained silent, Yuanxin opened the door, went downstairs, and ran out of the inn.

"Amitabha......"

Wuming chanted Buddhist mantras as he looked out the window at the endless night.

In a little over an incense stick's time, Wuming found the center of the circle in a small alley.

Yuanxin is hugging her own body, curling up to conserve body heat as winter approaches.

If a girl were to run out like this late at night, she would probably have met with some misfortune.

However, since the center of the circle is a "boy," the danger is somewhat less.

However, just in case, Wuming had already placed a small spell on Yuanxin's body.

Firstly, it's to prevent any unexpected events from happening at the center.

Secondly, it prevents the center from not knowing when, where, or what they might have done or stolen.

"You...what do you want with me?!"