The old lady seemed even more excited. She had obviously recognized Fang Zheng from the beginning, and had never doubted Fang Zheng's ability. But not doubting it was different from personal experience. The old lady was in good health, and her face glowed with excitement.
, he walked much more briskly. However, the old man was not a talkative person, so he just followed along with a smile.
Not long after walking, everyone saw a salted fish trotting after him. He ran a few steps, jumped, coughed, and even had sparks... The feeling was like watching a miniature version of the fire-breathing dragon in the M country blockbuster.
of.
As soon as this guy ran over, he saw Fang Zheng taking off the black cloth from his body and laying it out.
After the salted fish and Fang Zheng stared at each other for a while, they lay down obediently. Then Fang Zheng wrapped the salted fish in black cloth and hung it on his body.
Ever since, a strange bald monk appeared on the road, carrying a black cloth bag on his back. The point is, as he walked, the small hole in the black cloth bag would emit some black smoke and sparks...
Basong frowned and said, "Master, the thing you are carrying is spitting fire."
Fang Zheng said: "It's okay. It's inevitable to eat too much. Just drink more water when you go back..."
Fang Zheng had no intention of hiding the fact that the salted fish ate the cake. Anyway, if you think about it carefully, you will understand it.
Basong was secretly dumbfounded when he heard this. He had always considered himself very high, thinking that he had reached the top of the world in martial arts. But after meeting Fang Zheng, he suddenly felt that his little martial arts was a bit ridiculous...
Forget it, the more he came into contact with this monk, the more he was surprised to find that every move of this monk seemed to break his understanding of the world.
Basong followed Fang Zheng, opened his cell phone and secretly looked up the word "Fang Zheng". As soon as he checked, the more he looked, the more cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he thought in his heart: Oh my God, thank you that I didn't continue to commit suicide, otherwise how could I die?
He didn’t even know about it! At the same time, he became more and more hopeful about his revenge. The look he looked at Fang Zheng was a little more in awe, but also a little more in admiration and fanaticism.
There is no way. As a native of T country, I have been influenced by Buddhist culture since I was a child, so I naturally have a good impression of monks. Now that I see these things, I am already shocked.
Just when Basong was calling out to the Living Buddha, the Living Buddha in front of him took out his mobile phone and instantly tore the beautiful picture in his mind to pieces!
Basong looked at Fang Zheng with great resentment...
Fang Zheng ignored him and dialed the number Jing Yan gave him. The other party's voice was very respectful. After asking for Fang Zheng's location, a young man in suits and ties ran over after a while. As soon as he saw him
Fang Zheng nodded and bowed, then walked around in a circle and didn't see the salute. Then he gave up trying to be attentive and took Fang Zheng's ID to go through the immigration formalities.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Zheng asked Xiaoxun, Xiaoxun's grandfather and the old lady: "Amitabha, several donors, what are your arrangements next?"
Xiaoxun's grandfather said: "We have things to deal with here, so we won't join in the fun with the master. I am an old man, and I always feel that I have seen all the true and false in this world. I only know it after meeting the master today.
, what I have seen over the years is nothing but a dream. Master, I have really learned a lesson this time, so I say goodbye."
After Xiaoxun's grandfather finished speaking, he turned around and left with Xiaoxun, without any clothes or water, which was quite a bit like the free and uninhibited spirit of the ancient warriors. The same was true for Xiaoxun, and he stepped forward with his long legs and followed closely behind.
, as if this magical monk who suddenly broke into her life was just a passer-by, with his chic ponytail swinging behind his head, as if saying: Goodbye to Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng put his hands together in front of the two of them and sang a Buddhist chant as a farewell. Then Fang Zheng looked at the old lady and said with a smile: "Donor, where are you?"
The old lady chuckled and said, "I'm fine. It's just that I suddenly encountered this situation. I feel that my life has become much more exciting and I have become much younger. If you go about your business, I'll have someone to take care of you."
Fang Zheng said: "It's better for the donor to leave as soon as possible. It will be troublesome to wait for the police to react."
The old lady chuckled and didn't seem to take her seriously, but she left quickly. However, before leaving, she gave Fang Zheng a business card and said that she would contact him frequently in the future.
Fang Zheng looked at the card in his hand that looked like it was made of jasmine flowers. He was quite surprised and said with a smile: "This old donor is still old-hearted, and he actually uses such a unique business card." There is not much introduction on the business card, there is only one.
The simple name is Wu Moli, followed by a phone number. That's it...
Basong glanced at it and also smiled: "Modern people don't look at their face to age, but rather their heart. If the heart is not old, the person is not old."
"You know this aspect quite clearly. I thought you had been living in hatred." Fang Zheng said with a smile.
Basong sighed: "If I hadn't met my master, I would indeed have fallen into hatred and been unable to extricate myself. For so many years, my master has led me to practice jujitsu and understand life at the same time... Unfortunately, I can never say what my master said.
Just like that, let go of what needs to be let go.”
Fang Zheng had a look of relief on his face. If there was no one to guide him, Fang Zheng really didn't believe that Basong could endure it for so many years before taking action. Being able to keep a person who has shouldered such a blood debt quiet for so many years, Fang Zheng was also a little curious about what kind of master Basong was.
of people.
At this moment, the young man came back and happily took Fang Zheng on a Great Wall car and went straight to the hotel.
"Great Wall? Your friend doesn't have much money." Basong whispered beside him.
Fang Zheng looked at the tricycle outside the window and said with a smile, "That convertible is pretty good."
Basong immediately rolled his eyes. He found that when talking to this monk, he often did not talk at the same time, and his brain circuits were not on the same line. But he also understood that Fang was telling him that he did not care what kind of car it was.
But the young man gave up and immediately said: "If you need it, as long as you can call a car of a certain brand, I can get it. Although we are not local gangsters here, we are not short of money. But the eldest lady said
, Master may not like foreign products, so I specially bought this car. This can be regarded as supporting domestic production..."
Basong originally wanted to say that this young man was bragging.
But when the car drove into a luxurious manor, he decisively chose to shut up!
He didn't know how much land the manor occupied. Anyway, you couldn't see the end of the wall just at the entrance. Once you entered the manor, you were directly greeted by a sea of flowers and lawns... It seemed like the manor had its own golf course!
Basong is not someone like Founder who has never seen the world. Such a large manor is still in Hanoi! Although YN is not as developed as Huaxia, it is also their capital! Here, every inch of land is precious.
Such a large piece of land... Thinking about the backing behind it, Basong subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that he could not understand this monk more and more.