"Amitabha, donors, there is no need to do this to the poor monk. In fact, the one who truly possesses great supernatural powers is the poor monk, his disciple." At this moment, Fang Zheng suddenly spoke.
As soon as these words came out, Honghai'er was stunned! He thought to himself: Hey! When did this master change his gender? He won't get any benefits at all?
Fang Zheng blinked at him and said in a low voice: "I used to be too lazy to bother as a teacher, but today I can't hide it anymore, so it's better to openly announce it to the public. You don't have to evade in the future, our temple is also free."
It’s convenient to develop.”
Hong Hai'er suddenly realized it, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was extremely relaxed on the mountain, he couldn't show his magical powers in front of others. He often had to lie to get by, which made him feel a bit like a thief, which was very unpleasant.
Now that I'm finally free, I'm really relieved.
After hearing this, everyone below looked at Hong Boy in surprise. They couldn't understand why this boy who served Fang Zheng was so powerful?
Fang Zheng continued: "There is no doubt that this son is not an ordinary person, but Hong Hai'er, the son of the Bull Demon King and the Iron Fan Princess in the Immortal Realm above the nine heavens. Later, he followed Guanyin Bodhisattva and became a good boy. Now.
, he entered my Yizhi Temple and became the fourth disciple of a poor monk. That’s all..."
When everyone heard this, they looked at me and I looked at you, and then they all nodded to express their understanding.
But looking at their eyes, Fang Zheng knew that these guys didn't believe it at all! Although he had shown miracles, the fact that he brought characters from myths and legends into the mix did challenge everyone's ability to accept it.
What's more, a master must be better than a disciple, otherwise why should he be a master? Do you really think there are Tang Sanzang all over the place?
Fang Zheng glanced at Red Boy helplessly, as if to say: "Look, no one always believes the poor monk when he tells the truth..."
Red Boy rolled his eyes. Fang Zheng had already done this, what could he say?
I have said everything that needs to be said, believe it or not! This is Fangzheng's principle, so he no longer emphasizes anything, touches Red Boy's head and says: "Jingxin, you can continue cooking porridge."
Honghai'er was stunned and secretly sent a message: "Master, as soon as you open the mouth, the final effect of this silent laba porridge is gone. I'm afraid it will be bad when you cook it tomorrow! You just stole the limelight today, and you just missed being the Buddha.
It would be a shame if the Laba porridge you cook is the same as someone else’s."
Fangzheng said with a disapproving look on his face: "Face is for others to see. You don't need to care about things so much. Instead, conscience is for your heart. As long as your heart is at ease, why should you care about the things on your face?"
Hong Haier nodded thoughtfully and said: "So this is the reason why Master is so shameless..."
Fang Zheng slapped him directly and said, "Cook porridge!"
After saying that, Fang Zheng went back to Yizhi Temple.
As soon as Fang Zheng left, Yi Zhi Mountain was completely blown away. Everyone, you slap me, I pinch you, then there are screams, and finally there are quiet discussions. The eyes looking at Yi Zhi Temple are also quietly.
It’s changing. It used to be just respect, but now there’s a bit of piety in the awe, and there’s a bit of expectation in the piety...
But all expectations are empty, the nine big black pots at the door are real things!
"The porridge cooked by the Living Buddha is definitely not ordinary!"
"We're so prosperous! If you can eat the porridge cooked by the Living Buddha, it's hard not to think you're awesome!"
"Brother Song, it's all thanks to you this time! Haha... If it weren't for you, I would never be able to eat this kind of porridge in my life!"
"Yes, yes, brother Song, you see it's the Chinese New Year, and I don't have any gifts for you. Just take this little money, it means... ha..."
One person took the lead, and the others followed. Song Ergou quickly collected a wad of red banknotes, smiling so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. When the others saw this, they were also envious. If they had known that bringing tourists up would have such benefits,
They should bring it too! However, there is no regret medicine in the world, so they can only look at it with envy.
At the same time, the village near the foot of Yizhi Mountain was also in a state of panic. Countless people did not sleep and packed up their things and rushed to Yizhi Mountain...
Those who originally planned to go to Wudaohezi to see the rime also rushed here.
"Jing Yan, this...should we broadcast it?" Lao Miao pointed to the camera and asked Jing Yan.
Jing Yan smoothed her hair and said: "Now it's not a question of whether we broadcast it or not, but a question of how many people broadcast it! Such a big movement, as long as you are not blind, it must have been recorded. Hey... I have always
I knew this monk was unusual, but I didn't expect him to make such a big noise."
"What about us?" Lao Miao asked.
Jing Yan touched her chin and said: "Send the video back immediately and let them arrange the playback. I will go to Yizhi Temple first. After you finish here, go to Yizhi Temple to find me! I have to do this.
Have a good chat with Fang Zheng and see what he thinks."
As Jing Yan said, the incident this time was too big. Such a big Buddha appeared on the top of the mountain! There was also a flying bald moon. Such scenes made it impossible to keep a low profile or hide them.
Almost all Weibo and WeChat are occupied by these videos and photos!
It immediately topped the hot search list on Weibo!
There are monks everywhere…
That night, countless people stayed up all night, and countless people were called back to work by their bosses. Major websites updated their content one after another.
The sight of a Bodhisattva appearing on a mountain and a flying monk stepping on the moon have become topics of conversation among countless people.
At the same time, more people are rushing to Yizhishan...
But these have nothing to do with Fang Zheng. After closing the temple door, Fang Zheng walked directly into the Buddhist hall, sat behind the wooden fish, and started banging, while thinking about how to solve today's matter...
"Hey, Master, actually you don't have to worry about this at all." At this time, a low whooshing voice sounded.
Fang Zheng asked without raising his eyelids: "Why?"
"Is it illegal to have supernatural powers? Does your world have such a law?" Xianyu asked.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he was stunned. What Xianyu said was like an enlightenment. Yes, is it illegal to have magical powers? No matter the country or the world, who has stipulated that having magical powers is illegal? In this case, why should Fang Zheng
Are you worried about this or that? Thinking of this, Fang Zheng suddenly realized and smiled: "Haha... Yes, does it break the law with magical powers? Since it is not illegal, what is the poor monk worried about here? Salted fish, you can drink tomorrow's Laba porridge.
Two bowls!”
Xianyu burst into laughter upon hearing this.
The knot in his heart was lifted, and Fang Zheng felt energetic. He stopped knocking on the wooden fish and asked the system with a smile: "Brother System, can this Laba porridge be saved?"
"Since the Wuyan Laba porridge has been put into the pot, it is useless to speak. But it is not hopeless..." the system said.