Seeing the monk's helpless appearance, everyone became angry and rushed towards him one by one, wanting to take action.
The senior who blocked Jiang Yumeng before even shouted: "Bald thief, you slandered Master Famu, I will kill you! No one can save you today! Even if it is a dream, I will kill you!"
"Yes, beat him to death!"
Others followed suit and shouted.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he was not nervous at all. He picked up the tea cup, took a leisurely sip, and said, "Donor, don't talk too much. Are you sure that no one can save this poor monk?"
"Don't talk nonsense to him, do it!" the senior shouted, leading a group of people and rushing over.
At this moment, a golden light suddenly flashed behind the monk, and a golden-armored giant walked out of the golden light. He was three meters tall and his arms were thicker than the senior's waist!
The point is, the golden-armored giant is holding a... forty-meter-long sword!
The broadsword lay across it, like a wall.
The golden-armored giant stamped his feet, his eyes were like a glaring King Kong, staring at the senior and others, and said word by word: "Look at my sword, tell me again, who wants to kill the master?"
Those students in the academy immediately shut up, and those who were not firm in their beliefs decisively put away their fierce expressions, and then pointed at the seniors obligingly.
The senior's face turned pale, and he said tremblingly: "I...I want to argue with him, and I can't slander Master Famu!"
Bang!
The 40-meter-long sword was struck in front of the senior, causing a ravine to appear on the floor. The senior was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak and his pants got wet...
Others subconsciously stepped back and did not dare to step forward.
Seeing that everyone's anger had almost dissipated, Fang Zheng slowly put down his teacup and said, "Donors, if you have something to say, why bother shouting about beating and killing."
"Yes, yes, the master is right, um... do you think you can let us go?" Lu Qing was really frightened. He was not really a believer, so he naturally retreated in spite of the difficulty and acted wisely to protect himself.
Jiang Yumeng also nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Fang Zheng smiled at the two of them, and then said to everyone: "Donors, you should also want to leave, right?"
Everyone nodded subconsciously.
Fang Zheng said: "Let's let it go. As for whether what you saw in the dream is true or false, you will be free to decide in the future. Don't tell others what happened in the dream, otherwise, the poor monk, the protector of the Dharma, will have a forty-meter sword.
I will come to you in my dreams at any time."
When everyone heard this, their faces turned pale with fright.
Killing someone in a dream?
This is too terrifying, there is no way to guard against it, and there is no place to escape!
So everyone nodded, indicating that they would never tell anyone.
After getting everyone's assurance, Fang Zheng waved his hand, and everyone suddenly felt something falling on the roof of the shed. When they looked up, they saw that the roof of the shed was blown to pieces, and a big hand fell from the sky, intending to beat everyone to pieces.
rhythm!
Everyone exclaimed and hid aside, their dreams shattered...
At the same time, there were loud bangs throughout the building. Someone fell out of bed, and then woke up from a nightmare, with screams one after another.
There was a moment of dead silence as they approached. Everyone shut up, then looked at each other in surprise. They wanted to say something several times, but finally said nothing.
This night is destined to be a sleepless night.
Of course, it is not absolute. For example, for some people, the quality of sleep this night is still good, such as an unscrupulous monk...
Chen Long sat in the room, looking at the two monks occupying his bed, with a helpless smile on his face, but more importantly, he was grateful.
There was nothing to say all night. The next day, everything seemed to be back to normal. Everyone was doing their usual things step by step, but they couldn't completely calm down every time they did it.
At least I can't be fully immersed in it like before.
Even when he looked at Master Famu, there was no complete trust and admiration deep in his eyes.
More often than not, everyone was observing Master Famu and the female assistant, wanting to see something from them.
"When a person is deified or liked by you, all his shortcomings are advantages. A greedy lover is called cute, and a greedy enemy is called a fat pig... So, the first step we have to do is
That is, strip off the mysterious aura and coat of God. When someone is suspicious of you, they will observe you carefully, look for flaws, and let the shortcomings be infinitely magnified... This is called, what is the crime you want to accuse?
There’s no excuse for trouble? There’s always a reason.” Fang Zheng chuckled.
Honghai'er said: "Master, can you do it with just a dream?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "The poor monk is not simply letting them dream, he is just opening their hearts a little bit so that when they see the problem, they will not blindly follow it. As for how much they can see, that is up to them.
Things have happened... But the poor monk believes that as long as he is not a fool, the hole will get bigger and bigger. In the world, even saints have shortcomings. It’s just that saints are not afraid of their shortcomings being discovered, but only afraid of their shortcomings being covered up. On the contrary, wearing
A wolf in sheep's clothing is not afraid of being covered up, but afraid of being uncovered!"
"Master, judging from Master Famu's behavior, it seems that he doesn't know what happened in his dream last night." Chen Long whispered.
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "Dreams, some people remember them and some people can't. Isn't this normal?"
Chen Long was speechless... He realized that Famu and others seemed to be being tricked.
Fang Zheng chuckled, turned and left.
In the next few days, Fang Zheng kept guiding everyone into dreams, constantly experiencing the scene of Master Fa Mu running away with his money.
Moreover, I don’t have such a dream once a night, but I have it repeatedly, more and more often!
At first, everyone was still screaming against it and didn’t want to see it.
But after a long time, I became numb, and then I couldn't bear it anymore.
"Master, are you anti-brainwashing?" Honghai'er asked.
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "No, the poor monk is disgusting them."
Red Boy: "..."
Having the same dream for a week in a row, everyone couldn't bear it any longer.
Finally, on this day, Li Qing took the lead and said: "Master, what on earth are you going to do? I have this dream every day and I am almost going to vomit!"
Others complained: "Master, please let us go."
"Master, can we do something else?"
"Master, every time I take off my pants, I wake up from my dream. If this continues, I will wither."
…
Fang Zheng smiled with satisfaction when he heard that the conversation was gradually becoming out of tune.
In the past, when these people mentioned Master Famu, they would immediately scold Fang Zheng or want to beat him up. Now that they can tease him, it means that Famu's status in their hearts is getting lower and lower... At least, he is not as untouchable as before.
Now. They are starting to have their own ideas, which is a good thing...
So Fang Zheng said: "You really don't want to have this dream?"