Without seeing County Magistrate Qi, Fang Zheng spent some time and made two big signs out of cold bamboo. One said Naihe Bridge and the other said Yunhong Waterfall. The words removed from the Dragon Buddha's document were like a dragon walking on the two signs.

Sora, so beautiful...

On this day, there were still many tourists, but not as many as yesterday.

This craze did not begin to dissipate until four days later, and Yizhi Mountain began to gradually become deserted again. After all, it was not a holiday yet, and most people still had to go to work. People from far away could not come, and people nearby could not come.

After I came here, it naturally became quiet.

But on this day, Fang Zheng received a call from Mr. Wang. What Mr. Wang said was basically the same as Bao Yuluo. He wanted to verify whether there was any relationship between Fang Zheng and the dissipation of carbon dioxide at the bottom of the rice basin. Of course Fang Zheng was thinking haha,

I refused to admit it. Mr. Wang had no choice but to give up. After all, this kind of thing is too mysterious. Even if Mr. Wang believes it himself, no one may believe it. In fact, there are constant debates within the relevant departments.

Most people still didn't believe it, and more tempting theories such as light refraction and mirage were put forward... At first, everyone was still arguing evenly, but when Mr. Wang, who had personally experienced the rice bowl incident, also expressed doubts, everyone began to lean towards it.

Suspect.

However, only Mr. Wang himself understood that after seeing the magic of Fang Zheng and the horror of the dry rice bowl, his true thoughts were contrary to what he said...

Of course, Fang Zheng refused to admit it, and Mr. Wang would always just speculate before he had enough evidence, so he had no choice but to give it up.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zheng also let out a breath. It seemed that he had managed to get through. At the same time, he reminded himself that he should be careful in the future. There is still an eye in the sky watching him!

Looking up at the sky, Fang Zheng called Red Boy over.

"Master, what are you doing?" Red Boy asked curiously.

"Is there any way you can deceive me today? At least, prevent the satellite from seeing the true situation in our Yizhi Temple." Fang Zheng said.

"Uh, that's all?" Honghai'er was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "This is simple, you can do it with a few small formations. Master, what are you doing? Is there someone using satellites to watch us?

Do you want me to catch them all and stew them?"

"Boom!" Fang Zheng knocked on Red Boy's head and said, "What kind of stew? I just want to keep some secrets."

"That's it, that's easy. I'll set up a small formation. You can see whatever you want them to see. If you don't want them to see it, they won't be able to see it even if you kill them." Hong Hai'er said confidently.

"This is best, you go and arrange it." Fang Zheng said.

"Master, now that the arrangements have been made, are there any rewards?" Red Boy looked at Fang Zheng with a mischievous look and asked.

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes. This naughty kid has learned how to bargain. But this matter is indeed very important to Fang Zheng. Otherwise, he would always feel like someone is watching over his head, and he would not be able to do anything at all. So Fang Zheng said: "What do you want?

What reward?”

"Master, I've been almost exhausted these past few days, and my tongue is almost spitting out. Look, do you want to go out for a walk and relax?" Hong Boy raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

Fang Zheng knew he would make this request, but in the past two days, everyone was indeed a little tired.

Seeing that there was something going on, Hong Hai'er immediately said, "Master, there have been too many pilgrims here these days, and as the only disciple of Yizhi Temple who can speak righteously, I am so busy that I don't even have a moment of leisure."

Even though I am the Demon King and my body is immortal, I still can’t stand the cycle of work like a donkey pulling a grindstone. The mental torture has far exceeded the physical torture..."

"You little thing, you still talk the same thing. Okay, as long as you handle this matter well, I will take you out for a walk." Fang Zheng said with a smile.

"Oh!" Hong Hai'er immediately beamed when he heard this, and said: "If it were to set up a big formation, I really can't do it. Firstly, I don't know how to do it, and secondly, the materials for setting up the formation are not available in this world, and I can't find any substitutes.

.It’s just a cover-up, it’s quite simple.”

After saying that, Red Boy found a stick and started running around the mountain. Occasionally he would stop and draw a big "X", and then continue walking and drawing.

After drawing seventy-seven forty-nine Xs in one go, Hong Boy ran back and said, "Master, the next step is up to you. Plant a cold bamboo in the center of the X I drew."

The boy said.

"Hanzhu? What do you want Hanzhu for? Is this your formation?" Fang Zheng was puzzled.

"Materials are needed to set up the formation, and there are not many things that can be used to set up the formation on the mountain. Our temple is considered one, and the two Luohan trees at the door are fine, but because they have not grown up yet, the spiritual energy they contain is limited, so they cannot be used for the time being.

The only thing left is the bell tower and drum tower. You must not let me touch these two things. The last thing that can be used is the cold bamboo.

Although the spiritual energy contained in the cold bamboo itself is not as good as that of the Luohan tree, it is easy to grow, so it can be used for a while." Hong Hai'er said.

"Hardly? Is there nothing better?" Fang Zheng asked with a bit of disgust.

"Master, have you read too many novels? In the poor environment of the earth, it would be good if you can find the materials to arrange the formation. Just barely is a good evaluation." Hong Hai'er said helplessly.

Fang Zheng looked at Hong Hai'er, who didn't hide away, and looked at Fang Zheng for a long time. Finally, after Fang Zheng was sure that the kid didn't lie to him, he said: "Okay."

As Fang Zheng controlled the mother bamboo of the cold bamboo, the cold bamboo grew at those key points. The next moment, Fang Zheng vaguely felt that the surrounding space was a little distorted, but it was fine the next moment.

"Okay, from now on, when the sky looks at the scenery of our Yizhi Mountain, we can only see what we want them to see. What we don't want them to see, they can only see us sitting there sleeping quietly,

Chanting sutras..." Red Boy clapped his hands and said confidently.

Although Hong Hai'er is a bit naughty, she is still very reliable in doing things, so Fang Zheng can rest assured.

Now that Hong Boy has done it, Fang Zheng will naturally not be stingy and takes Hong Boy into the Wuxiang Sect.

The next moment, Fang Zheng vaguely heard some sounds in his ears. Roosters were crowing, cars were roaring, and people were asking questions. Unfortunately, when Fang Zheng listened carefully, he couldn't hear clearly.

The darkness faded, and Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er continued to appear in a modern metropolis. The weather was a bit cool, but it was not the biting cold of the Northeast, but the feeling of a damp and cold air coming out of nowhere when the wind blew, leaving no feeling on the skin.

Fangzheng looked around, feeling a little confused. At this time, his friends in the northeast had already put on sweaters and jackets, but here, standing under the shade of a tree, the wind blew, and it felt cold and uncomfortable. But those pedestrians were wearing very simple clothes.

Shirts, trousers, long skirts, and even girls in shorts, just walk by!

Hong Hai'er also shivered subconsciously due to the wind, but as a demon king, it was just a shiver, not really cold. Hong Hai'er asked: "Master, aren't these people afraid of the cold?"
Chapter completed!