This is a beach in the District of Columbia, Canada.
Jiang Le walked ashore from the seaside and walked all the way. He did not avoid the eyes of ordinary people, but appeared openly in front of them.
He was wearing a Taoist robe, his hair was tied up in a bun, and his long hair was spread behind his head. He had dark eyes on the bridge of his nose and a mustache on his mouth. He was holding a wooden pole in one hand, and a canvas was hung on the pole.
The letter contains eight traditional Chinese characters.
Treat illnesses and save people, drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters.
Yes, Jiang Le is planning to preach as a Taoist.
China is in full swing, step by step, and preaching is a foregone conclusion.
But this cannot be done abroad. Jiang Le is going to plant a few seeds first and wait for them to germinate, then unimaginable energy will explode.
When the time comes, Chunyang Temple¡¯s missionary work will proceed smoothly, with a green light all the way.
Secondly, it must be pleasing to the eye. There is a chance to practice Taoism. If I don¡¯t like it to you, then it means you have no chance.
Jiang Le plans to spend two months traveling across Europe and Africa to see if he can find a few that he likes.
If he cannot be found, he will go to the Himalayas to help the generals.
¡°The sky is full of spirits, the earth is full of spirits, they can drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters, cure diseases and save people.¡±
The long and rhythmic tune shouted out from Jiang Le's mouth really had some flavor, attracting foreigners who kept watching. Although they couldn't understand it, they thought the tune sounded good.
Jiang Le smiled and walked along a straight line without stopping at all.
Passing by a village, it attracted onlookers, but no one asked for help.
Passing by a small town, it just attracted attention.
All the way through villages and towns. Jiang Le has traveled hundreds of miles, but no one has come forward to take advantage of the opportunity, which can only be regrettable.
this day. Jiang Le walked into a city.
It is already late at night, and the sky is full of stars. It was a night with good weather. There were only a few people on the city streets, and even the number of vehicles passing by had become sparse.
Jiang Le walked along a street, and before he knew it, he came to a dark alley.
Reaching the entrance of the alley, Jiang Le paused, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then he continued walking forward and entered the dark alley.
It¡¯s a dark alley right now. A group of dark shadows were lurking, but unfortunately they were unprofessional and always restless, giving away their whereabouts.
Jiang Le pretended not to see it and just walked his own way. When he reached a corner, a group of people suddenly rushed out, hugged Jiang Le, and pushed him into a blind corner in the alley.
"Don't speak, I'll stab you to death." In the darkness, the blade of a dagger reflected, and someone threatened Jiang Le. He spoke English, and his voice was very childish, sounding no more than fifteen years old.
But in Jiang Le¡¯s eyes. These boys are indeed half-grown children. They all have delicate faces, ranging from eleven or twelve to fifteen or sixteen years old. There are seven in total. The oldest one seems to be holding a dagger against himself, but Jiang Le can clearly feel that this kid is more powerful than a robber. The hostages were still scared, and they were trembling so much that it made people wonder whether they would get cramps next moment.
Jiang Le sighed secretly. He didn't expect that the first person to stop him was a robber. It seems that preaching abroad is not easy.
He calmly said in Chinese: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
"Shet. What did he say?"
"It seems to be Chinese, the Chinese language."
"Chinese? Isn't that Chinese? We actually kidnapped a foreigner?"
"It's okay. Chinese people are the richest. I once saw a fat Chinese man with two models and four bodyguards, spending money lavishly."
"We've caught Kaizi, great. Now Enles can be saved. Quick, let him call out the money."
¡°Damn, I can¡¯t speak Chinese.¡±
"I know a little bit, let me tell you."
The robbers in the dark communicated with each other, and then a thin little man said in stuttering Chinese: "You, give me the money."
Jiang Le An Le, there really is someone who can speak Chinese, but if you speak more dialect than Chinese dialect, what are you doing?
Jiang Le pretended to be confused and said: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
"Money, give me money."
"You want to give me money? No, no, no, I don't want money, thank you."
"Damn it, it¡¯s you, give me money. "
"Shall I give it to you? I don't have any money either."
"Shet, he said he has no money?"
"Fit, you are so useless, we are robbing, do you understand? You speak shitty Chinese, search his body, and steal his money." Someone angrily scolded his brother for his immature robbery.
"Yes, come on, search yourself." One by one, dirty hands began to 'touch' Jiang Le randomly.
But Jiang Le¡¯s things are all stored in the space of Luobao Money. Apart from the sign in his hand and the clothes on his body, there is nothing extra about him, let alone money.
"No money? There is really no money. How can the Chinese have no money? This is unscientific!"
"Damn it, is he a pauper?"
"It's impossible. He doesn't bring any money. What will he eat? Where will he live? He's Chinese. He doesn't bring any money when he comes to a foreign country. How did he come here?"
"Yeah, hurry up, ask him where the money is? If you don't tell him, stab him to death."
"Calm down, calm down, I don't know much Chinese, don't disturb me, let me think, think about it."
"What are you thinking? This Chinese man must be rich. Let's take him back, lock him up first, and ask questions slowly."
"No, this is imprisonment. It is more serious than robbery, and it is very dangerous. We can't do this."
"What should we do? Let him go and move on to the next target? Damn it, what time is it? We can't wait for the next one."
"Think Chinese quickly and ask him for money."
Slowly, the robbers became anxious and seemed to need money urgently.
Jiang Le was curious and couldn't help but said in English: "Do you need money very much?"
"Of course we need money. Enleth was stabbed by a ghost and is about to die. We need money to treat Enleth. Xie Te, can you speak English?" The person who answered was suddenly startled, and then glared at Jiang Le. In addition, the shimmering dagger was also aimed at Jiang Le's neck. It seemed that if Jiang Le made any move that made them uneasy, these boys would strike first.
Jiang Le smiled: "I am a doctor."
"What? Doctor?" the robbers in the darkness exclaimed.
"No way, you don't look like a doctor." Some people didn't believe it.
Jiang Ledao: "I am really a doctor. I am a doctor from China. In our hometown, I have a nickname called Barefoot Doctor. I can treat people without needing anything, and I can definitely cure them."
"You don't need anything to cure diseases? So powerful?" The robbers were shocked.
Jiang Le said affirmatively: "Yes, boys, if you want to make your friend healthy, let me treat him. China's barefoot doctors are also called awesome by Americans." q
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