When I was talking to the beggar earlier, Monkey and Manjing were standing at a distance. When they heard my call, they immediately ran over from a distance.

The beggar was taken aback when he saw the tall and strong Manjing: "Hey! What do you mean by this? Are you bullying a beggar just because you outnumber him?"

"I'm going to bully you today!"

I was furious with this beggar, and said in a deep voice, "You old bastard, starting today, I'll come and beat you up every day until I leave Fengmen Village! The rule here is no killing, but it doesn't say no fighting, right? Monkey, beat him up!"

"Hey! No, no, no! Let's talk this out!"

The beggar's attitude changed immediately, and even his voice became kinder: "We have no grudges against each other, why make a big fuss? Wouldn't it be better to talk things out?"

The monkey rolled up its sleeves and stepped forward: "Now you know how to talk things out? What were you thinking about before?"

"Nonsense, I didn't know there were so many of you!"

The beggar replied with a grin, "I'm not going to pretend anymore. What do you want to say? Let's talk about it slowly, okay?"

"You fucking..."

Looking at the beggar in front of me who seemed like a rogue, I wanted to curse him, but after calming down, I realized there was no need to lower myself to his level. Seeing that he was willing to cooperate, I told Monkey and Manjing to step aside, squatted down, and lit a cigarette.

The beggar saw me light a cigarette and smiled at me: "Young man, can I have a cigarette?"

I rolled my eyes: "You don't even have hands, how are you going to smoke?"

"What are you saying? I don't have hands, but I haven't starved to death!"

The beggar deftly stretched out his bare foot to me: "Give me one."

I looked at his dirty feet, hesitated for a moment, then put the cigarette between his toes and asked, "As far as I know, to live in Fengmen Village, you need to spend a lot of money every month, which is why you can stay here. You're just a beggar, so why are you able to stay here?"

The beggar laughed and said, "Begging is just my job. Who told you that being a beggar means you'll never have money?"

"Isn't this more than just your profession, but a kind of disguise?"

I looked coldly at the beggar: "In Fengmen Village, everyone comes and goes in a hurry. No one will be interested in a beggar on the street. And you are physically disabled and unable to engage in any illegal activities. The only explanation is that you have enough money to live on. You are pretending to be a beggar just to avoid being recognized... Am I right, Master Buddha?"

"That's half right. I do have enough money to live out my retirement here, but I'm not pretending. I genuinely enjoy begging."

The Thousand-Handed Buddha smiled and said, "You know the rules of Fengmen Village. I'm just a crippled old man who has no use anymore. Who would risk getting rid of me to exchange their life for someone like me?"

Seeing how readily he answered, I smiled too: "I thought you would keep your identity a secret and never admit it to me."

“I’ve been begging here for years, and very few people have given me anything. If you didn’t have solid evidence, why would you waste your time on a beggar like me and even buy me antiques? I was just being unreasonable to test whether you knew my true identity.”

The Thousand-Handed Buddha skillfully smoked with his foot: "Speak, what do you want with this old man?"

"Are you really the Thousand-Armed Buddha?"

At this moment, I became skeptical: "The infamous number one forger in the antique world, yet he's become a beggar in this dark underworld. This kind of identity is hard to trust. Besides, you're already disabled. Even if I need something from you, what can I do?"

“I had my arms cut off by someone myself because I was born with polio and my hands were severely atrophied. When I was five years old, my family realized that I was sick and abandoned me. Since then, I have been begging. When I was thirteen, a passerby took pity on me and gave me two hundred yuan! Two hundred yuan was a huge sum of money to me at that time, so I remembered what that person looked like.”

The Thousand-Handed Buddha exhaled a puff of smoke and recalled his childhood: "The second time I saw that person, he was being chased and attacked. Out of consideration for our past relationship, I risked my life to save him. That person was my master, who was also a counterfeit merchant. My master had no children, and after I saved him, he adopted me as his godson and passed on all his skills to me."

Five years ago, I angered a big boss in Beijing by making a counterfeit product. He offered a huge reward for my life. Coincidentally, my master also died that year, so I left the business and came to Fengmen Village to return to my old profession.

The reason I severed both arms was to show weakness to my enemy, to let them know that I was already a cripple. In reality, my hands were never very useful; all my skills came from my legs.

I was speechless: "So you're begging here to reminisce about the past?"

"I guess so. There's nothing wrong with what you think."

The Thousand-Handed Buddha smiled and said, "Now you can tell me why you came to find me, right?"

Since the Thousand-Hand Buddha had already said that, I didn't beat around the bush with him: "I came to you because I hope you can make something for me."

"One hundred million."

Without even asking what the item was, the Thousand-Hand Buddha quoted a price: "Since you know I am the Thousand-Hand Buddha, you should also know my skill level. This is the price I charge for counterfeits."

"The item I asked you to make is not an antique, but a medicinal herb called Yama's Tumor, which belongs to a type of fungus."

I tossed away my cigarette butt: "This thing doesn't need an expert to identify it. You just need to make it according to my friend's description. It shouldn't be that expensive, right?"

"You want me to make counterfeit goods outside your expertise? That's interesting."

The Thousand-Handed Buddha pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Twenty million, no bargaining."

"Can."

Although I felt the price was a bit beyond my expectations, Thousand-Hand Buddha is, after all, a top master in the industry, so there is naturally a lower limit to his fees.

After I finalized the cooperation with the Thousand-Hand Buddha, he got up and walked towards the courtyard behind him: "Call your friends and come with me."

"You live in this place?"

Seeing the direction the Thousand-Hand Buddha was heading, I was stunned: "If you're so rich, why are you begging?"

The Thousand-Handed Buddha pushed open the courtyard gate with his body: "I said, being a beggar is my profession, and it has little to do with whether I have money or not."

My relationship with the Thousand-Hand Buddha was nothing more than a business transaction. After we agreed on the price, Wang Qing and my group all went to his house.

Soon, Monkey and Wang Hong began to buy the necessary items as requested by Thousand-Hand Buddha. The old man simply washed his feet and then began to replicate Yama's tumor according to Wang Qing's instructions.