The squirrel's head was shaking like a rattle: "I won't go, I won't go anymore. This is not fishing, it's almost the same for feeding fish."

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Actually, you can fish too, but the work position is different."

The squirrel asked curiously: "Which position is suitable for me?"

Fang Zheng said: "You are suitable to hang on the fish hook."

The squirrel was stunned, and his simple little head didn't come back for a long time. After a long time, he said angrily: "Master, you are asking me to be bait! I am your apprentice..."

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

Unlike what Fang Zheng thought, there is not a big street outside the alley, but a street in the LC area. The street is not very wide, and cars are a little crowded when they are parallel. Because it is because of the morning, there are not many people.

However, looking at the trash cans full of barbecue garbage and the sticks worn by skewers are inserted into the trash cans, you can imagine that it must be very lively at night.

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

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "You also saw that there was no shop open this morning. Everyone who came and went to work was office workers, and the fragrance was the smell of leftovers from the trash can thrown in the trash can last night. If you want to taste it, you won't stop me."

The squirrel gave up immediately.

At this moment, Fang Zheng noticed something strange and looked at him. Fang Zheng immediately realized that if the squirrel was talking to humans, if he was discovered, something might happen.

So he patted the squirrel on the head, and the squirrel immediately understood Fang Zheng's meaning and squeaked twice to the surroundings.

Fang Zheng followed the trend and said: "I know you are hungry, wait a little longer."

The eyes were then withdrawn as if they were enlightened, but they also looked at him with some curiosity.

As an office worker in the city, it is probably the first time I have seen someone walking a squirrel, which is so humane.

"Little monk, where did you make this squirrel? It's so human. Can you sell it? I'll pay a thousand." An old man walking the bird saw the squirrel, his eyes shining and he directly offered the price.

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, donor, this squirrel is destined to be with me, and I will never exchange my wealth."

Before the old man could speak, he sneered: "This is another trick. You monks are honestly ringing the bells on the mountain to collect money for barbecue. What should you put on?"

Fang Zheng heard the sound and saw a Taoist priest walking over under the guise of fortune telling.

This is because of a wide body and a fat body. The guise she was holding said a few big words written on Wu Banxian. Nothing can be counted, one hundred yuan a day.

When Fang Zheng saw such a Taoist priest, his eyes lit up.

With the progress of the times, fortune tellers generally gathered together, some opened their doors, some were sitting on the ground, some did rituals for hundreds of thousands or millions, and some were poor and couldn't afford to live in a house; but fortune tellers who seemed to be swaying with signs are rare.

Fang Zheng couldn't tell whether the other party was a real fortune teller, a liar, or a fat man who played COSPLAY, so Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I went down the mountain because I was not honest."

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

Then the old man laughed: "Haha... You little monk are honest. I love hearing what you say. I still look down on those who like to pretend... Wu Banxian, you can also accumulate some eloquence and give in to the younger generation!"

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

After saying that, Wu Banxian came to Fang Zheng, stared at the squirrel and said, "Little monk, this squirrel is really not sold? I saw his big eyes rolling around and he saw that he was a shocker. How about it? Sell me? I will pay two thousand."

Mr. Xu was immediately displeased: "Wu Banxian, you are too much. Are you snatching food from a tiger's mouth? Do you believe it or not to increase your rent?"

Wu Banxian suddenly became timid: "Haha... I was talking and playing, you believe it. I'm going to work."

Then Wu Banxian came to the side of the road, pulled a stool from behind and put it on the ground. He put the guise on the side, sat down on the spot, and spread a piece of yellow cloth from his arms, spread it in front of him, with Tai Chi Bagua and various divine words on it.

But the most eye-catching thing is the line of words on the side: "The 72nd generation disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun!"

Fang Zheng was speechless for a moment: "You... are you bragging?"

Wu Banxian was not angry and replied carelessly: "Brave? Are you afraid you have any misunderstandings about bragging? I'm so simple."

As soon as he finished speaking, another monk in a yellow robe sat next to Wu Banxian. He skillfully opened the street stall and set up a turnover beside him.

Fang Zheng saw that his eyes were almost glaring out.

There was a portrait of a fearful monk himself hanging on it. The Buddha's light behind it was shining with the words: "The Buddha Tathagata is reincarnated!"

The fat monk smiled and said, "I'm glaring at you now? Let me tell you, I'm quite simple."

Then a few more people came, including young, older, long bearded, big bald, nuns and female Taoist priests. In short, there are all kinds of people, and there are all kinds of people.

After the advertisements were posted one by one, the worst was the reincarnation of Buddha Tathagata and the reincarnation of Jade Emperor. Then, I wrote a lot of gods and Buddha's names more quickly, and finally wrote a line on it: "My disciple."

Fang Zheng has never seen fortune tellers, but those fortune tellers write at most about one line of disciples from Longhu Mountain, practice in Putuo Mountain, etc. He thought those people were very good at bragging back then. Today, when he compared them, he suddenly felt that those people had not yet started.

Looking at Wu Banxian again, he seems to be the simplest of these people.

"Hey, do you want this place in the little monk? Don't let me go, I'll set up a stall." A man next to him who looked like a young Taoist priest who came late.

Fang Zheng was about to say no, but then he thought that he had come and it was hard to beg for alms in the morning, so he just stayed here.

He took a lot of Wuxiangmen's missions. He knew that Wuxiangmen sent him here, so the matter must be here. If he walked away, he would easily miss the key figures of the mission.

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

Wu Banxian smiled and said, "Little monk, sit down quickly."

At this moment, Mr. Xu came over with a bird cage and said, "Hey, stay away from that fat man, this guy is not kind-hearted. Do you think he asked you to sit next to him because of kindness? He is bullying you and you are a newcomer and you don't know anything."

Fang Zheng looked at Mr. Xu in confusion: "Did you say this too?"
Chapter completed!