The man swallowed subconsciously and stared at the apple and water in Fang Zheng's hand.
Finally, the man couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly rushed up and shouted, "You hit me, you have to pay me for all these things! Give me all these and use them to pay for it!"
When Hua Yue saw this, she immediately became anxious and shouted something.
I saw the monk slowly pull out a small knife from behind.
When the man saw this, he was so frightened that he immediately stood on the spot and stopped moving.
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Donor, what do you want to do? Rob?"
The man looked at the knife in Fang Zheng's hand, nodded and said: 'If you're ruthless, you're ruthless!'
After saying that, the man quickly ran back to the motorcycle, opened a long black cloth bag in front of the mount, took out two watermelon knives, one in each hand, turned around suddenly and said: "Little bald donkey, use a knife to scare your grandpa?
Grandpa, let me show you what a big sword is!"
When he shouted, he turned back. The moment he turned back, the man was dumbfounded!
I saw the monk holding a broadsword more than ten meters long in his hand. He looked at him with a smile and said, "Donor, what is a broadsword?"
The man opened his mouth, but no words came out. He really couldn't figure out where on earth this monk got such a long knife!
Fang Zheng said again: "Donor, what do you want to do with two knives?"
While speaking, Fang Zheng waved the big knife in his hand, and a tree nearby was cut down...
The man's legs only felt weak... How heavy would a ten-meter-long knife be? A tree as thick as a bowl, cut into two sections... If it were to cut someone? Cold sweat suddenly broke out on the man's forehead...
Fang Zheng continued to ask: "Donor, please reply."
The man quickly said: "Master... I don't mean anything else. I just want you to see our watermelon knife, and then show you how to cut the fruit."
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "Very good, then help the poor monk peel the apple."
So the man walked over bitterly and helped Fang Zheng peel the apple.
As a result, on a rural road, with no village in front or a shop behind, a car was parked on the road, and a man's eyes turned white from the sun, and he wanted to peel an apple for the monk next to him... but he was licking his lips greedily.
, but there is nothing we can do.
after an hour……
The man really couldn't bear the sun anymore. He swallowed and felt his throat burning...
Finally, the man said: "Master, I don't want this money anymore... You guys are awesome, you can survive it, and you come prepared. I'm convinced... I'm leaving... ok?"
After saying that, the man got up, ran to the motorcycle, got on, started the engine, and throttled the gas... The result...
"What's going on? Why is the car out of gas?" the man shouted almost desperately.
"Donor, it seems to be God's will. Why don't you stay and let's chat for a while?" came the humble voice of the monk.
The man looked back at the monk, then at himself, then at the motorcycle... Thinking about all the incredible things he had just experienced, he felt a little scared...
The man came back and asked: "Master, what do you call me?"
Fang Zheng said: "Poor monk Fang Zheng, what about you?"
"Oh, Fang Zheng... Fang... I am, Fang Zheng?!" The man suddenly exclaimed and jumped up.
Fang Zheng said: "Donor, do you have any questions?"
"No... you... are you the Northeast one? Are you the Ascending one?" the man asked, suppressing his panic.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, he is not one of them. If that Founder from the Northeast were here, you would have been thrown into hell long ago!" Huayue shouted.
When the man heard this, it seemed that this was also the case, but when he thought about what he had just experienced, he really felt that this was abnormal...
Hua Yue did not see Fang Zheng take out the ten-meter sword. Everything was an illusion created by Fang Zheng using Yi Meng Huang Liang, and only the man could see it.
But Hua Yue was also curious. This man took out a knife, and within a second of pretending to be cool, he came over and pretended to be his grandson peeling an apple for Fang Zheng... What kind of drama was he singing about?
The more the man looked at Fang Zheng, the more he felt that the monk was mysterious and unpredictable, and the more he felt that he had hit an iron plate... This iron plate was still the kind that had been exposed to the sun. The way the monk looked at him, it looked like he was looking at a teppanyaki.
…
"What do you call it?" Fang Zheng took a bite of the apple and asked the man.
The man said: "My name is Chen Huachun...Master, let's discuss something? I have something else to do and I have to leave first."
Fang Zheng took a look at the big long sword behind him and said, "Run nine meters first and take a look..."
The man looked at Fang Zheng's ten-meter-long knife and said in a tearful tone: "Master, I know I was wrong, why don't I admit it? Let me go, I... I'm almost dehydrated... The sun is too poisonous. You
Look at my lips that are chapped..."
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "Donor, why are you so anxious? Aren't you dead yet? If anything happens, we'll talk about it after you die."
"If you die... let's talk about it after you die? Master, what should you say if you die?" Chen Huachun said.
Fang Zheng said: "It's okay, I can talk to the dead. Anyway, don't worry...don't you want money? How about this, the poor monk will give you one yuan for sunbathing for an hour, and let's sunbathe for five yuan first?"
"
"Master... I don't want any more money... Just let me go..." Chen Huachun almost knelt down.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "You leave? How can you do it if you leave? Look at the collision of this car, oh... the front of the car was damaged, how injured are you? Wait a minute, what if a policeman passes by?
, let’s call the police together, then let the police take photos and leave evidence, and send you to the hospital for a good check-up. Okay?”
"No... Master, nothing is wrong. I just want to go home..." Chen Huachun really cried.
Fang Zheng looked at the crying Chen Huachun and said, "Donor, why are you crying? It's not like I won't let you go home. Wouldn't it be better to bask in the sun and wait for the police?"
"What are you waiting for, the police? I'll do it as soon as possible. I don't want the money anymore. Just let me go." Chen Huachun shouted.
Fangzheng looked at Huayue silently, and Huayue silently took out her mobile phone and asked Chen Huachun, "What did you just say?"
Chen Huachun hesitated for a moment...
Fang Zheng said: "No hurry, let's sit for a while."
Time passes minute by minute...
Chen Huachun only felt that the sun was getting more and more poisonous, making his whole body hot and his eyes black... He felt as if he was going to die if he didn't drink water or if he didn't find a way to do something. The monk in front of him also began to become blurry, and he was vaguely aware of it.
, as if seeing a bull-headed and horse-faced figure standing behind the monk, looking at him with a smile.
At that moment, Chen Huachun shivered with fright, shuddered and sat up straight. Looking behind the monk, he saw nothing.
Looking at the monk again, Chen Huachun looked more and more familiar. He imagined a set of white monk robes for him... His forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Continue to be silent...
But Chen Huachun discovered that the sun was getting more and more poisonous, and time seemed to pass slower and slower... It used to be an afternoon, but today, it seemed like seconds passed like years.