After finishing the drink, the salted fish was poured into the bowl, not a drop was left!
The salted fish clicked its mouth and swallowed the tea leaves next to its mouth.
Then Xianyu burped, blew out a breath of fragrance, shook his head and looked at a group of stunned people.
The looks in these people's eyes were very strange, as if they had seen a pig eating the best Ganoderma lucidum, and they felt so distressed that they had ruined the world's best products, which made Xianyu feel a little embarrassed.
Xianyu waved his fins and said: "Okay, don't look at it anymore, let's all disperse. Grandpa, I'm just wondering. I'm just drinking water to quench my thirst, and you guys are nagging me...are you annoying? Let's go.
Got it!"
After saying that, Xianyu turned around and left.
"Wait a minute!" At this moment, Boss Qian shouted, stopping Xianyu.
Xianyu turned around and looked at him like he was looking at an idiot and said, "I'm leaving. If you don't wait, what can you do?"
Then the salted fish left...
That's right, just leave...
Boss Qian stood alone in the wind, it was so messy... He cursed in his mind: "Who are these people in this temple? No, what kind of things are they?! It's really weird...he and everyone."
What about the most basic respect between each other? Well...it seems like the other person is not a human being..."
The others looked at Boss Qian's pitiful appearance as he hit the iron plate again, and shook their heads.
Boss Qian's face turned red and he froze in place...
At this moment, Song Ming came over. Song Ming sneered and said, "Boss Qian, I heard someone say earlier that being a traitor will automatically lower your IQ. Now it seems that it should be true."
"Song Ming! What do you mean?" Boss Qian said angrily.
Song Ming chuckled and said, "What do I mean? Don't you know?" After laughing for a moment, Song Ming's face darkened and he cursed word by word: "Traitor!"
When Boss Qian heard this, he became furious. He rolled up his sleeves and said angrily: "Song Ming, who are you scolding?"
Song Mingdao: "I scolded the dog!"
When Boss Qian heard this, he slapped him!
At this moment, a white figure stood in front of Song Ming and asked lightly: "Donor, what are you doing?"
Boss Qian naturally knew this monk. He pointed at the only adult monk in the temple, Fang Zheng!
But after he came to Ichijiji Temple, he was filled with anger. When he saw the real master, he started to be evil. He thought about it and slapped him in the mouth, and then said that he hit the wrong person. Wouldn't it be wonderful?
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So, Boss Qian raised his arms and shouted loudly: "Song Ming, I'll beat you to death!"
Almost at the same time, a smile flashed in Boss Qian's eyes...but the next moment, his smile turned into fear!
Seeing his slap, he raised his hand high, and the pilgrims who had come to offer incense collectively rolled up their sleeves and looked at him with fierce eyes like eternal enemies!
This look was like a bucket of ice water, which instantly woke up Boss Qian!
Who is the person in front of me? This is Fang Zheng!
It's okay in the south, but in the northeast and Montenegro, who dares to beat Fang Zheng on the street? That would be a boring life!
Fans of Founder can drown him with their saliva!
Looking around, there was a large circle of tall and thick Northeastern men, showing off their muscles and leaning over. Boss Qian's hair stood on end. He just felt that if this slap went down, he would probably be beaten to death!
Therefore, Boss Qian didn't dare to slap his hand down any more. He waved it back and said, "Can't you move your shoulder?"
After saying that, Boss Qian immediately left in despair.
Everyone burst out laughing when they saw this...
There were boos.
"Thank you, Master Fang Zheng." Song Ming thanked Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "Amitabha, this is what a poor monk should do. Donor, the poor monk just heard you say, traitor? What does this mean?"
Therefore, Song Ming repeated what he had said to Tang Mulu and others in front of everyone.
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but sigh, and then they continued to curse.
Fang Zheng also frowned. He didn't expect that China was already so powerful and there were still people willing to kneel down and become slaves.
Seeing Fang Zheng frowning, Song Ming said sincerely: "Master, now that the Hiei family is here again, we are afraid that we will lose. We are not afraid of losing, but China Tea has just made some progress and is being suppressed again. I am not willing to do so." Ah! I beg Abbot Fangzheng to give us some of the cold bamboo tea just now, so that we can win this game and win back our dignity!"
Tang Chen also stepped forward and begged: "Abbot Fangzheng, I know you are a true master, please help us... If the Hiei family is really capable, if we lose, we will lose. We will work hard to surpass." .But they used such dirty methods, and we are unwilling to accept the defeat! Please ask the master to give the tea just now and win this game!"
Tang Mumu also put his hands together and said in the ancient manner: "I beg you, master, to help me."
Boss Jia also stepped forward and said: "Master, although I have business dealings with Boss Qian, I am a Chinese after all. In this competition, I implore you to take action to win glory for China and rectify the name of Chinese tea!"
The others were still laughing at first, but when they heard this, they stopped laughing too.
Many people from the tea industry came here this time, some are tea connoisseurs and some are tea sellers. Even among tourists, seven or eight out of ten are tea drinkers.
When everyone saw this situation, they all saluted Fang Zheng and said, "I beg you, Master, to take action!"
Fang Zheng was immediately stunned by these people. His mind was spinning a little. He wiped his nose, clasped his hands together and said, "Dear donors, I'm afraid this poor monk won't be able to meet your demands."
Everyone was shocked. They never expected that Fang Zheng actually refused the request of hundreds of people!
This kind of problem can be solved by raising a hand, but Fang Zheng doesn't help?
Everyone was confused, but there was no intention to blame.
Tang Chen was a little anxious and wanted to ask something.
Tang Mudu waved his hand to suppress him and asked in confusion: "Master, why is this?"
Fang Zheng waved, and Xianyu came out, carrying another bowl of tea and drinking it there.
Fang Zheng said: "Is this the kind of tea that the donors are asking for?"
Everyone nodded.
Song Ming even said: "Master Xianyu, please drink slowly. If you give this tea to me, I can beat him as high as Mount Hiei."
Salted Fish rolled his eyes and drank it in one gulp!
Song Ming stamped his feet anxiously.
Tang Chen couldn't help it anymore, Master: "Don't tell me you would rather feed the fish to this tea than give it to us, so as to gain a reputation for China?"
"That's it?" Everyone was confused and asked in unison.
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "The donor was right this time."
Tang Chen's face turned livid with anger. Song Ming's face turned pale and he said bitterly: "That's all, it's us who failed to live up to expectations. No wonder the master didn't help us."
After saying that, Song Ming left dejectedly.
Fang Zheng did not stop him, but said calmly: "That kind of tea is only suitable for feeding fish. Since it is a competition, of course it must be taken well. Of course, if the donor doesn't want it, then forget it."