More than an hour later, Wu Bei and others came out of the scenic area police station.

This society is relatively tolerant of women. If the same thing is placed on men, maybe my brothers and I have to spend the night in the detention center tonight, but if they are placed on women, as long as they agree to mediate each other, it will basically be considered a complete article.

Perhaps because they were afraid that the two gangs would encounter another fight, the police station specially arranged for Wu Bei and the other party to leave one after another, and after a slight delay, it was over 11 o'clock in the evening.

As for the incident, it is actually quite simple.

Those female blind women who were making trouble originally planned to buy a few amulets from the child's stall, but they couldn't afford the price. One of them kicked the child's stall in anger. Jiang Nafei, who happened to pass by, saw it and started to tear it up in a few words.

Wu Bei calmly glanced at Jiang Nafei, thinking in his heart that this was also a "heroine".

A person's qualities are often reflected through small things. On the contrary, decisions made in the face of big things are often full of objective factors.

"Little brother, why are you here to set up a stall by yourself?"

In front of the police station, Zhao Nianxia gently tidied up the wrinkled collar for the little boy.

"I don't have a father, my mother is deaf and mute. She is even more bullied when she goes out to sell things on the street. Today I'm on Sunday and want to help her, so I secretly came out to set up a stall."

The boy replied in a low voice, probably because it was too cold, and he always sucked his nose when he spoke, and his hands and little face were also red.

"There is now that the stall has been thrown away, isn't it even harder to explain when you go back?"

Jiang Nafei also came over to ask.

Hearing this, the little boy seemed to suddenly remember it, his mouth tilted and tears flowed out in an instant.

"Okay, stop crying. If you take the money back, you will say that someone has bought all your things."

Zhao Nianxia took out a stack of brand new banknotes from her bag and stuffed them into the boy's arms.

"Sister, I don't want it..."

The little boy was busy backwards.

"Take it. We came to Mount Wutai to worship Buddha and seek peace, but doing good deeds does not require burning incense and worship Buddha. If you don't want it, my sister will be unhappy."

Zhao Nianxia deliberately put on a stern face.

At this time, she looked like she had just picked up a brick and wanted to fight with people. She was so gentle that she could warm people up on the ground.

After pushing for a while, the boy finally picked up the money. He bowed to several people one by one and said thanks to him, and then thought about the peers in the city who cried and shouted to play with his mobile phone all day long. Wu Bei suddenly felt that this child was so sensible.

For fear that the group of social scum will stop the little boys, everyone decided to send the child home.

Fortunately, the boy lived nearby and no one took a long way.

Not long before my child's house, I passed by a fortune-telling stall.

An old goatee wearing a melon-skin hat and a pair of round-edged sunglasses on the bridge of his nose waved to Wu Bei: "My friend, go slowly, you have a divination!"

"Am I?"

Wu Bei pointed at himself with great interest.

"Yes, it doesn't work, don't have money, sit down and talk."

The old man pushed the sunglasses frame and slapped the desktop seriously: "My hexagram is only given to those who are destined to be. You have a disaster in your life, do you want to hear me disturb you?"

"What a disaster? Porsche or National Day?"

Wu Bei was about to walk forward, but Zhao Nianxia grabbed him and joked with a smile.

"Don't say anything wrong with female donors. There are causes and results in the world."

The old fortune teller asked Yitong to snatch the white spot, and his face suddenly became a little overwhelmed.

"It's not enough to count the humble lives of all living beings. Looking back at the mixed feelings, you are not monks or wise, what kind of secret is enlightenment? Whose family's erudition is cultivated?"

Zhao Nianxia put away the smile on her face and stared at the old fortune teller.

The old man was stunned for a few seconds, then he clasped his fists and bowed: "I slap the girl, but I didn't expect to meet an expert. I don't know where the girl is from?"

"There is no teacher and no way. In my spare time, I just turned over a few pages of the I Scriptures and talks."

Zhao Nianxia responded slowly.

"Don't disturb me anymore, I'll go slowly! The future is all under my feet, my heart will be like, my things will be accomplished, my wishes will appear, my worries will be eliminated, and my worries will be reduced. Donors, Amitabha!"

The old man telling fortune teller made a gesture of "please" in a literary way.

After leaving the other party's stall for more than ten meters away, Wu Bei finally realized it and gave Zhao Nianxia a thumbs up: "Yes, girl, the old man who set up a fortune teller can be fooled by you. Don't you say you believe this, why don't you let me count the divination?"

"These people are all white legs. White legs are scammers. To put it bluntly, they all rely on a set of words to gain the world. They have no real information at all. If you want to make a decision, there is no difference between you and spending money to buy people. Besides, I believe in fate and opportunity, but I don't believe who can change those things."

Zhao Nianxia responded with her little head tilted.

After reading what Zhao Nianxia said just now, Wu Bei felt that he understood something, but he seemed not to understand it.

"Let's go, don't stand in a daze. After sending my brother back, let's leave Mount Wutai. The purpose of this time was to burn incense and pray for blessings. Now that good things are done, it doesn't matter whether you pray or not. At least I feel much more at ease."

Zhao Nianxia grabbed Wu Bei's hand and jumped forward...

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