It doesn't look out of place when the young man walks on the street wearing this outfit. It just makes people think that he is a handsome young man with ancient style, not a crazy weirdo who escaped from a mental hospital.
Bodhi sighed, "You little brat, you're so rude! Shouldn't you call me Master when you see me? You were such a cute kid when you were little, how did you become like this?"
The young man's eyebrows twitched, and he said angrily, "If you dare to call me that again, I'll beat you to death. Don't think that I won't hit you just because you're old."
Bodhi pretended to beg for mercy: "Oh my, that's terrible. OK, OK, I was wrong. You are my master. Master, please spare my life."
The young man in black's face turned even darker.
Bodhi begged twice insincerely, got up from the ground, brushed off the dust on his white coat, and raised his foot to leave.
The young man in black said in a cold voice: "Bodhi, why do you want to interfere in the affairs of mortals' marriages?"
Bodhi paused, but did not turn back: "I don't understand what you are saying."
The young man in black sneered, "You don't understand, right? Well, let me tell you, those two people had no names engraved on the Three Lives Stone, so they were destined not to be together. Yet you repeatedly interfered, first by letting them meet, and then by giving them the red string."
The young man in black said sternly, "You knew clearly that this car accident was an inevitable disaster for them, yet you gave them that red rope, leaving them with a glimmer of hope. Bodhi, what are your intentions?!"
Bodhi waved his hand and said, "That is not a gift from me. The donor bought it for two hundred yuan. I am kind-hearted and sold it to them at a low price."
The young man in black looked like he was about to faint from Bodhi's anger. "That mandarin duck red string is a priceless treasure, and you sold it for just two hundred. Bodhi, if I report this to the higher-ups, do you think there will be room in heaven for you anymore?!"
Bodhi paused and turned around with a serious expression. The young man in black thought he was going to talk about serious matters, so his expression also changed.
Bodhi said seriously, "Are you blaming me? Is it because I don't want to sell it at a high price?! Please judge, please judge. Which immortal monk made that mandarin duck red string? It's so cheap and ordinary. Even if I throw it on the ground, no one will pick it up."
Bodhi said seriously, "Little devil, I was able to sell it for two hundred yuan, which is already a testament to my skill in deceiving people. If you don't believe me, take that red string out and sell it. Even if you sell it for five yuan, no one will buy it!"
Young man in black: ...
Damn, this old cunning idiot, is the real issue here about how much the mandarin duck red string sells for?!
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