This scene naturally fell into the eyes of everyone in the restaurant.
Zhang Yinlong's expression changed, and upon seeing the Beggar and the bowl, a strong sense of shock was clearly revealed in his eyes.
Zhuang Buzhou frowned slightly, and with a hint of coldness, he said, "As a Spirit Master, to commit such fraud against ordinary Mortals, relying on one's ability to directly extort property from others, and being generous with others' resources for one's own desires.
Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you.
When he acted generously, did he ask for the steamed bun owner's opinion? Forcibly demanding it, how is this the act of a Beggar? How is it different from a bandit?
Is there no rule among Spirit Masters?"
This matter could be considered big or small, but what he saw was a Spirit Master disregarding rules, using their abilities to seek profit, and being generous with others' resources.
This kind of behavior was enough to make people disgusted.
When he came to this world, there were many professions he could have chosen, so why did he choose to be a constable?
It was because a constable was an official member of the government, who could come into contact with more things that ordinary people could not, and most importantly, becoming a constable could maintain order and uphold rules.
Only with rules can a place survive and not truly fall into chaos.
Even if the government and the imperial court were corrupt, there were still some rules to be followed.
And now, his perception of Spirit Masters suddenly became somewhat unfavorable.
Spirit Masters control abilities that ordinary people cannot, transcending the Mortal World, one could say they are extraordinary.
If such people were not bound by rules and truly caused trouble, it would be a great disaster.
"The Mandate Bowl, that's Tianming Gai.
He was active in Daquan Prefecture before, why did he come here?
I heard he went to the Endless Sea, why did he suddenly return?
It seems he must have also received news of the Red Mansion's emergence and specifically rushed back."
After witnessing this, Zhang Yinlong's pupils constricted, showing a strong sense of shock.
Clearly, this Old Beggar was definitely not an ordinary person, and he was someone he couldn't afford to provoke.
"Tianming Gai, Endless Sea?"
A hint of surprise flickered in Zhuang Buzhou's eyes, then quickly receded as he committed it to memory.
And just then, the Old Beggar on the street suddenly turned his head to look at the restaurant, his gaze falling directly on Zhuang Buzhou.
A profound expression appeared on his face, as if he had heard everything that had just been said.
Zhuang Buzhou felt a secret chill.
Under the Old Beggar's gaze, an invisible pressure seemed to rush over.
This Tianming Gai was by no means simple; he was not an ordinary Spirit Master.
However, he was not afraid either.
Since he had spoken, he dared to bear the consequences.
If a few words led to enmity, then so be it, even if it meant becoming enemies.
"The current Great Liang has established the Demon Suppression Division, which recruits a large number of Spirit Masters and distributes them across various regions.
They sign contracts with Spirit Masters across the land, forbidding them from acting recklessly among Mortals.
The conflicts of Spirit Masters are limited to Spirit Masters themselves and must not involve Mortals.
Once violated, the Demon Suppression Division will act to apprehend them.
However, the implementation of this prohibition has not been very smooth.
Those willing to comply will comply, while those unwilling will remain reckless.
But overall, there is still order, and a certain degree of stability can be maintained," Zhang Yinlong said after a moment of hesitation.
It was clearly not that simple to restrain these Spirit Masters with extraordinary abilities.
After all, once one possesses ability, the desire brought by that power expands, and not everyone can control it.
The detached Heart-Nature and the mentality of viewing ordinary Mortals as ants were not uncommon.
The resulting killings were not few.
Many incidents were categorized as strange occurrences, but most Spirit Masters knew that many were caused by Spirit Masters themselves.
Most who become Spirit Masters by relying on cursed relics are affected, and their Heart-Nature changes.
Various after-effects appear, and in severe cases, they naturally embark on a path of wanton behavior.
Therefore, order is merely a superficial layer to save face.
If one truly believed it, one might not even know how they died.
Of course, generally speaking, there was still order.
The incident of Tianming Gai forcibly begging was just too common.
If one couldn't even tolerate this, then the world would be full of filth.
"Young brother, do you think there was anything improper about my actions just now?" The Old Beggar suddenly grinned at Zhuang Buzhou and asked.
Clearly, he had heard the words just now and had also noticed him; this was a challenge.
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Buzhou frowned slightly, then walked directly downstairs to the street and approached the steamed bun shop.
"Captain Zhuang, this Beggar is showing off his ability and stealing my steamed buns.
This is robbery, this is a bandit!
You must uphold justice for me!" Liu Dashui, in his grief, saw Zhuang Buzhou approaching and immediately rushed over as if he had seen a lifeline, shouting loudly.
"Boss Liu, I am no longer a Captain.
I have already resigned from public office to the County Magistrate, and now I am just an ordinary person," Zhuang Buzhou said, patting Liu Dashui's shoulder and shaking his head.
"This..."
Upon hearing this, Liu Dashui was at a loss.
His heart ached, and he almost fainted on the spot again.
He could tell that the Old Beggar was not an ordinary person; his strength was mysterious and unpredictable, even making him hand over the steamed buns himself.
Such a peculiar person was someone he, an ordinary person, could not afford to provoke.
Now that even Zhuang Buzhou couldn't manage it, this loss would likely have to be swallowed.
His heart was heavy, and it was incredibly uncomfortable.
"Hehe, I ate your steamed buns, and I'll give you a mud pill in return."
The Old Beggar chuckled as he glanced at Liu Dashui, then suddenly reached into his clothes and rubbed vigorously, producing a pitch-black pill from his armpit.
As soon as the pill was taken out, a foul stench could be smelled, causing the surrounding crowd to instinctively recoil, unable to bear it.
However, the Old Beggar playfully tossed the mud pill directly into Liu Dashui's mouth.
The mud pill melted upon contact, making it impossible to spit out.
"You, you, you!"
Liu Dashui's breath caught in his chest, completely unable to rise.
"I gave you steamed buns, and you actually made me eat a mud pill made from your body's filth!
This is simply too much!"
He pointed at the Old Beggar, his face purple and black, then fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious.
"Young brother."
The Old Beggar narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhuang Buzhou, and asked, "Your words just now seem to express dissatisfaction with me, the Old Beggar.
Do you perhaps think I made a mistake?"
"Senior, do you perhaps think what you did was right?" Zhuang Buzhou retorted, looking at the fallen Liu Dashui, frowning slightly, but not immediately checking on him.
"This steamed bun shop owner, despite having so many steamed buns in his shop, when I, the Old Beggar, went to beg, only asked for one steamed bun to fill my stomach, but was refused.
Such stinginess and meanness, isn't it hateful?
The Old Beggar gave a small punishment as a warning, and if he improves in the future, wouldn't that be a good thing?
What fault is there?"
The Old Beggar seemed to genuinely believe he had done no wrong.
"All begging should be based on willingness.
Voluntary giving is begging; forcibly demanding is robbery."
"Although Boss Liu of the steamed bun shop is stingy, the steamed buns are his own property.
Giving them to you is kindness, it is benevolence; not giving them to you is his right, and he is not at fault.
Yet you forcibly demanded them, using Divine Ability to make people unable to refuse.
How is this act different from a bandit's?
When you are being generous with others' resources, have you ever considered that Boss Liu relies on this steamed bun shop for his daily living?
If the steamed buns are gone, his family will suffer losses.
Who will bear this loss?"
"Moreover, even if there is to be charity, it should be done by Boss Liu himself, not by Senior overstepping your bounds.
And now you use such a malicious method against him; this is simply too much," Zhuang Buzhou said, taking a deep breath and speaking slowly.
The act of putting the mud pill into his mouth was something he could not accept.
No matter what that thing was, he refused it.
"Interesting, I didn't expect such an interesting young talent like you in this small place.
Not bad, truly not bad."
Tianming Gai carefully scrutinized Zhuang Buzhou for a few moments, then grinned, showing no intention of continuing the debate with him.
He picked up his bowl and turned to walk into the crowd.
"My shoes are torn, my hat is torn, my clothes are torn."
"You laugh at me, he laughs at me, one bowl, one stick, serving heaven as a beggar."
"If I beg from heaven, you must give it to me."
"Beg for a bowl, give a pill, you and I have no Karma."
He walked and sang, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the crowd, vanishing from sight.
He was truly like a Senior master playing in the Mortal World.
"Oh, no!"
At this moment, Liu Dashui, who had fainted, suddenly let out a painful cry: "It hurts me so much!"
Pfft!
He sat up from the ground and then spat out a mouthful of black blood onto the ground.
The black Qi on his face instantly disappeared.
"Husband, what's wrong with you? Why are you spitting blood?" Liu Shi asked anxiously upon seeing him.
"Huh, I'm fine.
Why doesn't my heart hurt anymore?" Liu Dashui touched his heart, his eyes full of surprise.
He had just experienced a bout of angina, which caused him to faint.
He had been ill since childhood with a heart condition, and had even consulted Jiang Jiu Zhen and undergone several acupuncture treatments.
However, this heart condition was incurable, and medicine was of no avail.
Even with Jiang Jiu Zhen's medical skills, he could only control it, not cure it.
Normally, he would always feel a subtle ache.
It was because he knew he had this illness that Liu Dashui had been desperately trying to earn money all these years, not only to support his family but also to ensure he had savings left behind for his wife and children to live on in case of any unexpected events.
This was also the reason why he had always been extremely stingy, unwilling to give up even a single cent.
But now, he found that his heart was beating so powerfully, with an unprecedented vitality surging within him.
"It's gone.
Could my heart condition be cured?
How is this possible?
How could it suddenly be cured?
Could it be that mud pill?" Liu Dashui muttered blankly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
This situation was too unexpected.
"Quick, go and invite Doctor Jiang!" Liu Dashui regained his senses and quickly instructed Liu Shi.
"Liu Dashui was sick, and his illness is actually cured?"
Zhuang Buzhou heard his soft murmur, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.