Squinting on the earthen kang in a half-closed courtyard, the fake monk covered his purple eyes. While letting the half-closed woman with a dirt face rub her big bruised belly, he moaned and directed the half-closed woman to rub her harder or heavier. From time to time, he sucked a cigarette roll mixed with white flour and spit out a few cigarette rings on the roof covered with spider webs.

The fake monk's surname is Jia. It is said that his hometown is in the area of ​​the Pagoda Temple in Qinghai, but he is not a real monk who eats vegetarian food and chants Buddha's name at all. The old man at home moved to Beiping City in the late Qing Dynasty and did craftsmanship with Menggupi.

But the craftsmanship was passed to the fake monk, but the fake monk thought it was too hard to eat craftsmanship. He only spent all day long, playing money with some scoundrels and drinking and walking around the kilns, and ruining the Siheyuan that his ancestors had saved for several lifetimes.

The neighbors who know the truth all said that fortunately, this fake monk was because his parents went there early. If he didn’t see such a spoiled thing, he wouldn’t have been so angry that he would have been so angry that he would have been so angry that he would have been so angry that he would have been so angry that he would have been so angry that he would have been so angry that he would have been so angry that he would have seen such a spoiled thing?

Seeing that the family business was gone, the fake monk really deserved to be a green-skinned character. Without hesitation, he threw the long-lived golden lock that had been hung around his neck into the pawn shop. He made a blue cloth jacket and pants, a long green crepe suit, and a blue cloth socks and floral shoes on his feet. He walked on his left leg and dragged his right leg into a professional gangster.

Since they are gangsters, they basically make mistakes on weekdays, and there are some reasons why every gangster cannot get the tables.

Some people were in the shaving shop, taking advantage of the fact that the master was not careful and shook his head. The sharp razor made a two-inch hole in his head. The blood-covered gangster immediately screamed and broke the barrier. If he didn't lose money, he would never give up. Some people bought new shoes in the shoe store, pressed a nail on the sole of the shoe while it was unprepared, and then pulled out a stinky foot from the shoes with a stack of strange sounds. Some people who were brave and thick-skinned rushed to those half-sized casinos, and tried to get beaten and gritted their teeth without saying a word. When the thugs in the casino were tired and beaten, they could eat a long offering in the casino, and they could still get a 20 or 30 yuan per month.

Speaking of the method of fake monks cheating people for money, it is really not uncommon. Sometimes I find some half-large and small Erchen shops to eat when they enter the door. After eating and drinking, I immediately took out a string of half-new wooden rosary from my arms and put it on my neck. Then I opened my throat and shouted that I was a monk. If I was not careful today, I would definitely be a taboo after eating something. I really can't live!

He shouted and tantrums, and there were more than a dozen green-skinned gangsters on the side who were making trouble. Erhu shop, who did not want to be troubled and messed up the business, could only lose money and avoid disaster.

Another way is to carry a chicken cage that I had come from the vegetable market to the Laoguanyuan to hit the car. Whenever I see those honest people who come from the Laoguanyuan to sell some wild game outside the city, the fake monk holds the chicken cage and hits it upwards, at least he has to steal the wild animals he has worked so hard to stop!

After a while, the fake monk's bandit name was circulated among many neighbors.

So before I met Xiang Youbao, the fake monk also wanted to cheat the old man's yellow skin, but unexpectedly...

Feeling the tearing pain from the navel, the fake monk couldn't help but kick the half-closing woman: "Why do you want to kill your father? I asked you to rub your stomach for me, not to let you knead..."

Suddenly, the fake monk kicked heavily. The half-closed woman sat on the ground. After a moment of stunned silence, she patted her big hips and cried and said, "You are a slaughter-killer guy... You can go out and go, whoever beats you, who will you go! Why are you showing off your might?! I open the door to do business here, you slept in vain for half a year, have you given me a big son? You eat my mother and drink my mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's money to support you, and you still beat me? I'm fighting with you..."

As he cried all the way, the unkempt half-closed woman got up, and handed over a broom bump that swept the kang, and hit the fake monk half-lying on the kang!

Unpredictable, the fake monk was beaten by a few broom bumps, which aroused the arousal of the depressed monk's heart. He reached out and pulled the greasy quilt on the kang. The fake monk hugged his head and face and wrapped the half-closed woman in the quilt, pressing it hard on the earthen kang.

He was breathing heavily, and the fake monk, who had been eroded by too many white faces, picked up the broom bumps that the half-closing woman had fallen, and tried his best to whip at the half-closing woman who was wrapped in the quilt: "I told you, a stinky woman to make trouble for me! I also rebel against you, a stinky woman..."

Just as the fight was full of joy, a sharp shout suddenly came from outside the obviously dilapidated and dirty courtyard: "Fake monk, the boss of the pole will ask you to see him quickly! I guess it's the Qiu Chong meeting that it's time to accumulate a game..."

He agreed randomly, and amid the fake monk's screams and screams in the quilt, until he hit the broom bumps in his hand and split them all. Then the fake monk leaned back on the bare kang mat, gasping for breath and shouted at the half-closed women who were covered in the quilt and screaming and crying: "Howling, your mother's mourning! I'll tell you honestly today that if you are here for one day, you have to offer your food to me, and drink it tightly, and you can't lose white flour, cigarettes and paste! Get up quickly and get the money! My husband still has to go out!"

The half-closed woman who had obviously not been beaten too hard continued to scream like a tantrum: "Where is there a big son? You, a killer, have been sleeping with me for half a month. I asked you to give me all my money..."

He kicked the half-closed woman impatiently, and the fake monk sat up straight without hesitation: "You are still playing with me for your little care? Last time the old guest in Northeast China gave you a lot of money, right? And your old lover from Tongxian the night before... you bring it to me!"

After just looking up and down at the nervous half-closing woman, the fake monk immediately reached out and grabbed a patch on the lapel of the half-closing woman's waist. After tearing her a few randomly, the fake monk satisfactorily with a piece of ocean and a few bills found from the patch and slammed the door, leaving the half-closing woman sitting on the ground crying and cursing...

Walking along the streets and alleys, the fake monk really pulled his hair away by geese.

The sellers selling soybean juice burnt circles, lotus pods, and begonia fruits, even the heads shaved boots placed at the entrance of the alley were cheated by the fake monk for more than ten big boys, and they put them in their pockets with a jingle.

When the fake monk walked to the door of a dim sum shop with a dragon head whip, he took advantage of the fact that no one around was paying attention, and the fake monk had already made a round belly and squeezed a big ocean that had just snatched from the half-closed woman into the soles of his shoes. Then he stood at the door of the dim sum shop and shouted to the dim sum shop, "Boss, where are you?"

With a jingle, a white porcelain tea bowl wiped the neck of the fake monk and flew out of the gate of the snack shop, and smashed it on the bluestone street at the door. With the sound of the tea bowl breaking, a loud voice with a obviously Tianjin accent also rang in the snack shop: "You are blind! The dragon whip of yours is hanging on the door. Do you still dare to stand at the door and talk nonsense?"

Standing carefully at the door, the fake monk's restrained appearance completely lost his usual arrogant smell: "When you say back to the head of the pole, isn't this listening to your usual shouts, and I'm here to look for you quickly?"

With a sneer, the bold voice in the dim sum shop interrupted the fake monk without hesitation: "Do I have to thank you for your filial piety? Come in!"

He nodded and agreed, and the fake monk raised his legs and walked into the dim sum shop. He knocked his shoulders and shook his waist and hit a thick man sitting on the chair on one side of the shop: "Boss, you are lucky!"

Even without looking at the fake monk who was praying to him, the thick man grabbed a piece of Shaqima in the plate of snacks at his hand, handed it to a big golden dog lying at his feet, and said casually: "I heard that a few days ago, you asked someone to use a plague chicken in Laoguan Garden. He hugged the chicken to the Hufangqiao cockfighting venue like holding your father's tablet, and signed a 100-yuan death certificate with someone with a red mouth and white teeth. If you lose the bet, you can't get the money. You'll beat someone to kowtow and call him dad on the street... Fake monk, do you really give the man in Zhushikou face!?"

The lies that were still arranged in his mind were blocked in his throat. The fake monk suddenly cried and shouted: "Didn't this be unexpected? Who knew that a naughty young man from another road could be able to do what kind of skills?"

He snorted coldly, and the thick man with a few obvious scars on his forehead still focused his attention on the big golden dog under his feet: "You dare to hold the plague chicken to the door without even understanding the trick? It was embarrassing and I remembered that the name of the pole was used to help you make your life. Do you think the size of the pole is the tablet on your grave? Or do you think that the pole leader is the dog you support in your family?"

With a slight look, the thick man's eyes squinting suddenly cast a cold light like a poisonous snake: "That's to raise a dog, you have to feed some flesh and blood on weekdays, right? You have been worshipping the pole for two or three years. You don't even mention the filial piety in the New Year. If you should hand over the pole, you can also delay the order if you can. If you can, you are too lazy to talk to you on weekdays, so you really think that my pole is the mud city god in the temple. If you have a short incense, you can't help but do anything to the little ghost?"

It seemed that he felt the change in the tone of the thick man. The big dog, who was originally lying at the thick man's feet, suddenly stood up and bared his teeth and howled at the fake monk who was close to him.

Subconsciously, he took a step back, and the fake monk shouted with a bitter face: "It's really not that you are disrespectful to you. The current situation is not good now, and those who start a business can't make a fortune. The money you can get is just a bit of food and drink..."

Poorly, he took out a few wrinkled banknotes and a dozen big sons from his pocket. The fake monk held the money in his hands and carefully placed the money on the table beside the thick man: "I touched it for half a month, and that's all I have on my body. Boss, you..."

Squinted his eyes, the thick man spitted on the fake monk: "Why do you want to give the beggar?!"

With a saliva on his face, the fake monk seemed to have not seen the spit on his clothes, and bowed to the thick man again and again: "All mistakes are my fake monk's fault! But if you don't find this for me, it doesn't matter if I lose my fake monk's face, but everyone knows that my fake monk's prayer is because he worships the pole..."

He suddenly widened his eyes, and the thick man pursed his lips and whistled gently. The big golden dog who was already standing at his feet immediately rushed towards the fake monk, and pressed the fake monk to the ground amid the screams of the fake monk.

With his long red tongue, the big golden dog smelled and smelled it from the fake monk on his body. In just a moment, he pulled down a piece of shoes hidden in the ocean and held it at the feet of the thick man.

He looked down at the ocean hidden in his shoes and had several scars on his head and said with a sneer: "I still want to play the trick of hiding my own heart in front of you, Mr. Bear? Just the snarling dog at Mr. Bear's feet, even if you hide the ocean into the cracks of your bones, it can find it for you!"

He grabbed a piece of Shaqima from the plate of snacks and gave it to the big dog with long tongue. Master Xiong slowly stood up from the chair, looking at the fake monk who was still limp on the ground and frightened to death, saying, "You are unkind, Master Xiong, I cannot be unrighteous, so as not to spread this matter, and ruin our reputation! Let's go... Follow me to meet the naughty young man from the outside world you said!"

He groped with heartache, the big dog ripped open several holes. The fake monk shouted at Mr. Xiong in surprise: "Boss, do you know where that guy is?"

He kicked the fake monk with one foot, Master Xiong strode to the door of the dim sum shop, took off the whip handle hanging from the door of the dim sum shop with a dragon head decoration engraved on it: "The brothers in the pole must be like you, and Master Xiong, I have been in trouble for eight lifetimes!"
Chapter completed!