"Didn't he just say that he survived thanks to the charity of kind people?"
"That's not entirely wrong, but we need to add a qualifier before 'kind person,' namely, 'kind person who asks for fortune telling.'"
"In this bar street, our Monk Tang is famous for his uncanny predictions. His predictions are so accurate, they never come true. None of the good things he predicts happen, but his bad predictions are always right. He's 'cursed' several groups of people into a daze..."
"Shouldn't ordinary, normal people be more tactful in this situation and only say nice things, not bad things?"
"But he just wouldn't have it. Every time, he'd act like a complete idiot, telling everyone that their face was dark and that their family would suffer a bloody disaster within three days. He'd tell everyone that they were destined to be poor in this life and would never be able to turn their lives around in the next. He'd grab anyone and say that they would never be able to get married and would be cuckolded five times by their wives..."
"Who wouldn't be angry after hearing that? Who could resist hitting him?"
"Look, he's only been on the bar street for a year, but he's been beaten up for almost two years and even got the nickname 'bad luck ghost'."
"Because of this, some kind-hearted people who used to give food to monks for free no longer dared to give him free steamed buns and water, so his life became extremely miserable."
Tang Sanzang glanced at the expressions on everyone's faces and explained with a wronged look, "Monks really can't lie, and this humble monk cannot break the precepts..."
Hearing that Tang Sanzang did not refute, Wei Er became even more enthusiastic, speaking like a comedian: "Speaking of this monk who doesn't lie, I find it funny. Do you know why I called him a fake medicine peddler just now?"
"He just said he was doing some small business, right? He is, but do you know what kind of business he's doing?"
"He's actually selling meat that grants immortality!"
"A tiny black pill, about the size of a fingernail, supposedly an elixir of immortality from Tang Sanzang, which can reverse aging, grant eternal life, improve complexion, and cure all diseases..."
"Although some people bought it once or twice out of pity, and said it did have some effect after taking it, I don't know if it was just a placebo effect or something, but we can't make such exaggerated and false claims!"
"It's just that this guy is living such a pitiful life, only able to eat once every three days, and he's almost as thin as a dried meat, that people can't bear to report him."
"Otherwise, given his penchant for false advertising, if someone comes to inspect, they'll surely fine him until he's completely ruined!"
"Oh my, the more I talk about it, the funnier it gets."
"Does this fake medicine vendor really think people are three-year-olds? In this day and age, where is there any Tang Sanzang, or any Tang Sanzang immortal flesh? Does he think Tang Sanzang himself has traveled through time and is cutting off his own flesh to sell? Why doesn't he mention that he also has a Monkey King as his disciple..."
"Hey, why aren't you guys smiling..."
It's not just that there was no laughter.
Sensing the eerily quiet silence and the unanimous gaze directed at Qin Shi Huang, he looked at the huddled Tang Sanzang, his eyes narrowing slightly…
After coughing twice, Yu Ningning gave a seemingly deliberate reminder: "Friendly reminder, any form of harming colleagues is strictly prohibited within our mental hospital, okay? Otherwise, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself."
Wei Er subconsciously touched his arm and muttered, "Why do I suddenly feel a little cold?"
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