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Chapter 288

Three words flew into my mind: "Black mole technique!"

"What is this?" Fang Zheng was confused. Black mole technique? From the name, it doesn't sound very powerful, but after reading the content of the black mole technique carefully, Fang Zheng suddenly burst into laughter!

Seeing that Fang Zheng was so honest, Zhou Wu became emboldened and shouted, "Did you hear that? The master didn't say anything. Why are you people meddling in other people's business?"

The villagers looked at Fang Zheng. As Zhou Wu said, Fang Zheng was the rightful owner. If Fang Zheng didn't say fight, it would be hard for them to do it.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Amitabha, donors don't need to be angry. There are a lot of bamboo shoots on the mountain of the poor monk. You can do whatever you want. But be careful not to waste it. If you waste it..."

"How about waste?" Zhou Wu thought Fang Zheng was going to threaten him.

Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "Waste will be punished."

"Who is going to punish you?" Ge Yan glared, as if she was not afraid of anything. If you dare to do something wrong, I will slap you with my high heels.

"As the saying goes: when you raise your head three feet high, there is a god." After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left!

Looking at Fang Zheng's back, the villagers looked confused. Do they really don't care? Fang Zheng didn't care anymore, and it was no longer easy for them to control them, so they could only disperse angrily.

While Fang Zheng was walking, Red Boy jumped down from the wall and walked towards him. With his hands behind his back and his head held high, he chuckled and said, "Master, are you coming back now? That man is so arrogant and wastes so many cold bamboo shoots.

You don’t care?”

Fang Zheng smiled slightly and asked: "It's in charge, of course it's in charge. Didn't my master already take care of it?"

"Tch, what kind of care is this? Just say a few words and forget it? Master, you are too cowardly." Red Boy curled his lips and said.

"Oh? Too timid? Then according to your ideas, what should I do as a teacher?" Fang Zheng asked with a smile.

Hong Hai'er said: "This kind of person should be skinned and deboned, fried in a frying pan until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and used as a supper at night!"

Boom!

Fang Zheng raised his hand and hit a chestnut. Unfortunately, Hong Boy's physical body was so strong that hitting it was like hitting steel. Although Fang Zheng's hand was strong, it only made a crisp thud, and only a few accidents occurred.

Mars is gone.

Hong Hai'er didn't feel any pain, and looked at Fang Zheng with a provocative expression, his meaning was very clear: "What can you do to me?"

Fang Zheng smiled slightly when he saw this and read the scripture.

"Ouch..." Hong Boy rolled his eyes and rolled on the ground in pain, shouting at the same time, "Master, I was wrong, I was wrong...it hurts..."

Fang Zheng only read one sentence, then glanced at Hong Boy who was sweating profusely in pain and said: "Disciple, it's a pity that those bamboo shoots were wasted. When they are all gone, you can collect the bamboo shoots on the ground and send them to

It’s also good to go down the mountain and feed the chickens and ducks.”

Red Boy sat on the ground with a look of grief and anger, looking at Fang Zheng's back, grinding his little tiger teeth, and shouted in his heart: "If it weren't for my magical powers, this great king would have eaten this dead monk long ago!"

Even if you get scolded, you get scolded, and if you get harsh, you still have to work... Who would have met such a bastard master?

On the other side, Zhou Wu was amused: "This stupid monk, is he stupid for chanting sutras? He still has gods in his head, but he has a fart! Wife, he's digging bamboo shoots!"

"Haha, I think he is scared. He talks about ghosts and gods to scare people. Such a weak man is a waste." After Ge Yan finished speaking, she patted her son Zhou Wenwu and said: "Son, you must learn from your father in the future.

You know? You are not afraid of the sky or the earth. No matter how many people there are, if anyone dares to bully you, you will beat him! If anything happens, your parents will protect you!"

Zhou Wenwu also saw what happened today and felt that his parents were so awesome. One or two people were not afraid of facing so many people. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Well, I understand! Anyone who dares to mess with me in the future will be killed by me."

he!"

Zhou Wu laughed loudly and said: "This is my son. Get out of the way. This bamboo shoot looks quite big. Dig it out and take a look!"

Ge Yan and Zhou Wenwu stepped aside. Zhou Wu folded the engineer shovel into a small hoe shape and dug in with a pop. However, the engineer shovel was still too small and broke the bamboo shoots in half.

Zhou Wu curled his lips and said: "The grass is broken, no more, find the next one." As he spoke, he was about to leave. At this moment, Zhou Wenwu shouted: "Dad, your face!"

Zhou Wu said: "What's wrong with my face?" As soon as Zhou Wenwu said that, Zhou Wu felt itchy on his face. When he reached out and touched it, the skin seemed to be raised a little and there were hairs... He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

When Ge Yan heard Zhou Wenwu's cry, she looked up and was startled: "Oh, Lao Zhou, why do you have a black mole on your face?"

"What? How is it possible? When did I ever have a mole on my face?" Zhou Wu quickly took out his mobile phone and used the self-timer function to take a picture of himself. Sure enough, on the left side of his face, under his eyelids, there was a small, mosquito-bitten bag.

A black mole with a small black hair on it.

"What is this? It didn't exist before?" Zhou Wu muttered.

"It seems to have just grown." Ge Yan said.

"Forget it, it's nothing to have such a small black mole. Let's go to the hospital to have a look when we get down the mountain." Zhou Wu didn't take it seriously and continued to dig bamboo shoots. The ones dug out this time were pretty good. He liked the appearance and took the snake in.

In a leather bag.

Although Ge Yan didn't say anything, she was still worried. Then the monk said that there was a god when he raised his head three feet high. He wasted a bamboo shoot and got a black mole on his face. Could it be that he was really being punished?

So Ge Yan kept secretly staring at Zhou Wu. When she saw that the mole on Zhou Wu's face had not changed, she breathed a sigh of relief and muttered: "This damn monk scared me to death..."

Zhou Wu dug up several bamboo shoots in a row and was very satisfied with them, so he put them into the snakeskin bag. However, when the sixth bamboo shoot was taken, Zhou Wu was not satisfied and cursed: "So old? No more!"

Behind him, Zhou Wenwu ran to play in the bamboo forest. Ge Yan was worried about her children, so she also ran away. No one looked at Zhou Wu at all. Zhou Wu only felt a slight itch on his face, but didn't take it seriously, just took it as a serious matter.

Because of the sweat, he continued to dig. Zhou Wu picked and picked, not wanting the big ones, not the small ones, and only the ones that pleased his eyes.

The villagers didn't like Zhou Wu, so wherever Zhou Wu went, they voluntarily left without even bothering to look at him.

Soon, Zhou Wu dug out a snakeskin bag of bamboo shoots. He looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction. He took out his mobile phone and took two photos of the bamboo shoots in the snakeskin bag. Then he switched the camera and prepared to take a group photo.

, but the next moment...

"What the hell!" When Zhou Wu saw the person in the camera, his hands shook in fright and he threw the phone away!

Hearing Zhou Wu shouting, Ge Yan and Zhou Wenwu immediately looked over, and then exclaimed at the same time: "Old Zhou [Dad], why is your face so dark? Are you still hairy?"

The villagers looked over after hearing this, and were dumbfounded one by one. Song Ergou was stunned at first, and then laughed loudly and said, "Ouch! Which zoo's door was not closed properly, and the blind man ran out? Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!

, This face is really dark, is it a boiler among the black blind people? The hair is quite long? You don’t need to buy wool for knitting sweaters in autumn!”

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