At first, the Great God of Qingcao Lake thought that Zhang Ling was a passing deity, with abundant immortal energy all over his body. Although he was an immortal friend, he also wanted to keep to himself, and there was no grudge or hatred between them, so he did not think much about it. In the end, he never expected that this sacred being would actually come to his territory!
Judging from past rumors, didn't this sacred figure go to a mysterious small world? How could he come back so soon?
If this continues, I'm afraid there will be no peace in this world from now on.
The Great God of Qingcao Lake pondered over it and finally decided to step in to deal with the aftermath of the incident involving the poor, the rich, the fishermen, and the beggars.
Since the other party has given me three days, I should get this done as quickly as possible.
Three days is not necessary, one day is more than enough!
Thinking of this, the Great God of Qingcao Lake ordered the patrolling Yakshas to take some coral pearls and give them to the poor, fishermen and beggars respectively, and to secretly send some shrimp soldiers and crab generals to protect one or two of them. In case evil people coveted the treasures, it would only add to the disaster, turning a good thing into a bad thing, and only doing more harm than good.
As for the rich man, he also gave him a son.
In this way, everyone is happy.
The patrolling Yaksha received the decree from the Great God of Qingcao Lake and left, then began to prepare for the task at hand.
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One day later.
Zhang Ling sat beside a mountain spring, listening to the songs of nature. Suddenly, his mind moved. He counted with his fingers and learned that the beggar, the rich man, the poor man and the fisherman had each obtained what they had dreamed of. This was the arrangement of the Great God of Qingcao Lake. Although it was a bit simple and crude, these things were indeed the most precious to these mortals.
In this way, Zhang Ling was not too harsh. He could not always stand from the perspective of a god and regard money as dirt, while also telling mortals not to be obsessed with money.
After all, when these mortals can barely make ends meet, even one more mouthful of food is good, not to mention that now they have become rich overnight and can live a good life with money.
After Zhang Ling thought about it, he decided not to go to Qingcao Lake to chat with the great god. He stood up and walked forward.
It’s a long road, and the journey never ends.
We walked along here and came to a small town.
The town is not big, but it seems prosperous and bustling with people.
Suddenly I saw two beggars supporting each other, one old and one young. They walked with a limp and twisted their hips, as if they had some problems with their legs.
Zhang Ling smiled knowingly, as they were actually two fire foxes transformed into beggars.
But why become a beggar?
Is it begging?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel suspicious. You know, the fire fox is lively and intelligent by nature, and it is unlikely that it would turn into a beggar and beg for food in the human world.
Zhang Ling decided to follow behind and observe carefully.
After walking for a while, they saw two beggars coming to a shop.
One of the old beggars was talking to the young beggar next to him, as if he was imparting some experience.
"See this shop? The front is brand new and the inside is very clean and tidy, which means it's just opened. Shops like this always want to celebrate their opening with great luck. Let's go over to the door and throw a tantrum, crying our eyes out. I'm sure the owner will hand over our money and send us away."
After the old beggar finished speaking, the young beggar next to him was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why would you give us the money just like that?"
"Hehe, you don't know this. If we stay in the store, will they still want to do business? Basically, they will be afraid of affecting their business and will always think about keeping things quiet and then give us a small reward to get out."
The little beggar was a bit troubled, and said with a conflicted look, "Do I really have to throw a tantrum and cry my heart out? This... is really not decent!"
As soon as these words came out, the old beggar who had been imparting his experience immediately objected: "How foolish! Don't you see what kind of world we are in now? You want to make money and you want to be respectable? In a word, do you want money or face? If you really can't do it, just go back to the mountains and catch mice. I'm fine living alone in the human world, and I can still enjoy my life! As for the Black Bear King, I'll plead for him on your behalf. Anyway, the king practices Taoism every day and doesn't care about worldly affairs. The monsters under his command are scattered on various mountains, living their own lives. They haven't contacted each other for decades. If you leave, you leave..."
"Okay... I promise I'll throw a tantrum in front of the store..."
Zhang Ling was following behind without being noticed by the two fire foxes, but he could hear everything clearly.
It seems that these two fox spirits have their own set of experiences in traveling the world. Even if they are beggars, they have gained a lot of experience.
Sure enough, even being a beggar is not an easy thing.
But as the old saying goes, if you can be a beggar, you can naturally be an emperor!
Just as Zhang Ling was thinking about it, he saw the two beggars transformed from fire foxes supporting each other and limping towards the door of the shop.
After a while, the two of them fell to their knees on the ground, crying to each other, and saying words like "Please be kind, have pity on us..."
"Go away, go away, where did you come from, you stinky beggar? Go away!"
The shopkeeper came over with some displeasure and wanted to drive the beggars away, but found that the two men were like dog-skin plasters and could not be driven away no matter how much he scolded them. He immediately picked up a broom and tried to chase them away, but he could not be driven away. It was as if the two beggars were determined to waste time here.
The crowds of people passing by gathered around as if to watch a show, and as time went by, the store's business became unsustainable.
The shopkeeper had no choice but to say "bad luck!", then took out a copper coin from his sleeve and threw it to the beggar. With a look of disgust between his brows, he waved his hand to signal them to get out quickly and not to block the door and interfere with his business.
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