บท 45: Old Fake Tales

A cherry old man walked into the store. He was wearing a cotton shirt and pants with flip flop. There was a large smile on his face. This was, of course, Peter.

His happiness had been on a constant high. He had taken any drop of wine or beer since Raizel repaid him last week. 

This morning, he sat in front of Ben's store to sing, making sure the fake monk can notice the joy in his heart and die from envy. In his life, his fourth favourite thing was making Ben both angry and envious. Seeing him swallow his anger, paste a fake smile on his face, fold his hands and whisper, "Amitabha" made his day. He had finally gotten one over that fake monk.

"Who is this?" A ragged old man was lying on the floor close to the entrance of the store.

"I don't know, He came into my store and fainted. It doesn't seem to be a cultivation deviation." Raizel said.