With this sound, the BMW driver subconsciously stopped taking out money...
Others heard the sound and looked over...
Behind me, I don't know when there was a monk in ragged clothes. This monk looked young and looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before.
"Little monk, I advise you to pretend you didn't see anything and go back to your car." At this time, the bald man said.
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "Amitabha, thank you for the benefactor's kindness. However, the poor monk did see the benefactor take out a lame chicken from his arms and throw it behind the tire of the car. Since the poor monk saw it, he couldn't help but say it.
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Hearing this, the BMW driver suddenly spoke: "Master, forget it... just think I was the one who ran you over. Let's leave quickly."
Obviously, the driver was looking for Fang Zheng to speak for him. He also knew that it was not as simple as running over a chicken. This was equivalent to meeting a village gangster and a road bully. He couldn't leave without paying.
"Leave? No one wants to leave without two thousand!" At this time, Pingyuan said.
The group of people suddenly dispersed and surrounded Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng said: "Dear donors, the poor monk can't even take out two pieces. You ask for two thousand, which is too much... Besides, you threw the chicken, so how can you blame this donor?"
The BMW driver became a little anxious and pulled Fang Zheng away: "Master, stop talking..."
Fang Zheng said: "Donor, don't worry, the poor monk has already called the police, and the police will be here shortly."
"What? Did you call the police?" When Pingyuan and others heard this, they immediately lost their composure.
The bald man changed his previous image of a good old man. He took a step forward, grabbed Fang Zheng's collar, and said: "Damn monk, you just made a mistake. He ran over the chicken, and you have to pay for it! Believe it or not,
The police didn't come, but our brothers beat you two until you are like that chicken?"
Fang Zheng said with a cute smile on his face: "Donor, you really threw the chicken away yourself. If you don't believe me, just ask that chicken."
"Ask the chicken?" Everyone was stunned, and looked at Fang Zheng again, as if he was looking at an idiot.
Fang Zheng ignored them, turned to look at the innocent-looking chicken on the ground, and said, "Chicken Donor, who do you think broke your legs? I know you can't speak. Who did it? You pointed with your wings."
Who are you holding on to?"
Everyone was speechless for a while...
The man carrying the pickaxe laughed out loud: "I thought I met a brave hero, but instead I met a fool..."
"Is this monk mentally ill?"
"A chicken can still identify the murderer? Damn it, is this monk not taking his medicine?"
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The bald man was also happy: "This chicken can still...I'm..."
Before the bald man finished speaking, he saw the chicken stretching out its wings and pointing at Pingyuan.
Pingyuan was startled when he saw it, and then cursed: "What do you mean by blind?" As he spoke, he was about to kick the chicken.
Fang Zheng quickly pulled away the bald head's hand that was holding his clothes, and as if the bald head was cooperating with him, he shot it away, then ran over and blocked the chicken.
The bald man was stunned and looked down at his hands. Because the monk pulled hard, his fingernails were split!
Thinking about the monk's strange power just now, a cold sweat broke out on his bare head. He subconsciously touched the knife in his pocket, and then his mind calmed down.
"Donor, I already said it was you, so just admit it." Fang Zheng said to Ping Yuan.
Pingyuan said angrily: "Admit you..."
Before the curse words came out, Fang Zheng suddenly covered Ping Yuan's mouth and said: "Donor, if you have something to say, it's not good to curse people. Also, it's okay to curse poor monks, but don't curse family members...otherwise you will be angry for the rest of your life."
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While listening to the monk in front of him, Pingyuan tried hard to break free from the monk's hand. He was surprised to find that the monk's hand was like an iron hoop, holding his mouth. He was stunned with both hands.
Can't break it apart!
On the contrary, the harder he pushed, the harder the other party pushed. He had a feeling that his teeth were being pinched loose... If he continued like this, they would probably be pinched out!
"Donor, if you agree with the poor monk's suggestion, just nod. If you disagree, just shake your head, okay?" Fang Zheng said with a smile.
Pingyuan nodded vigorously.
Fang Zheng took back his hand and said, "Isn't this good?"
"Let go!" At this moment, the bald man suddenly took out a knife and put it on Fang Zheng's lower back. At the same time, he said fiercely: "Monk, don't think that after practicing kung fu for a few days, you can go out to do chivalry. Get away from me.
Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude!”
Others also saw that this monk was here to cause trouble.
Fang Zheng said helplessly: "Dear donors, chickens have come out to testify, do you still want to blackmail people?"
"A chicken testifies? Are you kidding me? This chicken just stretches out its wings and stabilizes its body. What kind of testimony is this? I will not believe you unless it crows three long and two short." Someone in the crowd laughed.
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "That's fine, Chicken Donor. If this benefactor hurts you, please call San Chang Yin and listen to the two staccato sounds."
Everyone was happy: "This monk is really crazy..."
However, the next moment, everyone went crazy...
I saw the chicken suddenly raised its neck, cluck - cluck - cluck - cluck!
Three long and two short!
"I am Cao..." Some people were so frightened that their hands trembled and all the weapons in their hands dropped.
The BMW driver could hardly hold the wallet in his hand...
The bald man broke into a cold sweat and said: "Monk, you... how did you do it?"
I saw the monk turning around with a smile and said: "Donor, if you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself. Just stop it..."
"Shi Ke, your uncle!" Ping Yuan roared angrily, and suddenly took out a hammer from his arms!
The bald man exclaimed: "No!"
However, Pingyuan's hammer had already fallen, hitting Fang Zheng on the head...
Just listen to the bang!
The sparks have collapsed!
Everyone was collectively dumbfounded...
Hitting the head with a hammer did not have the same effect as smashing a watermelon, but instead produced sparks... Is this still a head?
Pingyuan was so frightened that he began to doubt his life. He looked at the hammer in his hand, then at the unharmed monk who turned around in front of him and said, "What are you...?"
Fang Zheng said with a look of resentment: "Donor, if you have something to say, why use force?"
While talking, Fang Zheng raised his leg and kicked it!
Everyone heard a bang, and Pingyuan was kicked like a football for more than twenty meters and fell into the ditch... He held his stomach and screamed, but he could not get up again.
"Pingyuan!" The bald head exclaimed, stabbing Fang Zheng with a knife. There was only a clang sound. The dagger seemed to have pierced the steel and could not penetrate at all!
Fang Zheng turned around and shook his head slightly...