Fang Zheng took a closer look and saw that nothing could be seen on his face. It was covered with dark hair, but his size and clothes were indeed Zhou Wu.
The mole technique is really awesome! This guy is even more awesome. He wasted a mole the size of Hanzhu's long fingernail, and ended up with this guy getting a mole all over his face. Didn't he feel anything? Greedy, as expected
It’s original sin.”
He was smiling in his heart, but Fang Zheng had a calm expression on his face. He smiled slightly and said, "Amitabha, it turns out to be Donor Zhou. You came just in time."
Came just in time? Zhou Wu was confused, what did this mean? This monk knew that he would come? But, what does my coming have to do with him? Or does he plan to help me remove the black moles and hair on my face?
At this moment, a loud voice came from behind Fang Zheng: "Come on, come on, get some water!"
Then, a six or seven-year-old child came out carrying two one-meter-high buckets.
Zhou Wu was stunned, and his first thought was: "It's fake!"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Jing Xin, since Almsgiver Zhou is here, you can rest for the past few days. Put down the bucket."
Hong Hai'er was startled, looked at Fang Zheng with a strange expression, and thought to himself: "This bald guy, has he changed his gender?" However, he was very happy that he didn't have to work, and immediately said: "Yes, Master." Then.
He quickly placed the two large iron buckets on the ground.
Zhou Wudao: "Master Fangzheng, um, I came to see you for something."
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "There's no rush. Since the donor is here, please help carry water. There is a water tank in the backyard of the poor monk, so I'll ask the donor to help fill it up."
Zhou Wu suddenly froze on the spot and said directly to Fang Zheng: "Master Fang Zheng, are you right?"
Red Boy also looked at his master with a confused look on his face. Is this bastard crazy? Asking a pilgrim to fetch water? Only if he is willing to do it will he be so stupid!
However, Fang Zheng said indifferently: "It all depends on the benefactor's willingness. If nothing happens, the benefactor is free to do whatever he wants. The poor monk and disciples still have things to do."
After saying that, Fang Zheng turned around and left, saying at the same time: "Jing Xin, since Donor Zhou is not willing to help, then you can go fetch water yourself."
"Huh?!" Hong Hai'er didn't expect that he would suffer another disaster. He immediately resented Zhou Wu and said in his heart: "You, the good grandson of the black bear spirit, are really ignorant!"
Zhou Wu quickly shouted: "Master Fangzheng, I haven't said anything about my affairs yet."
"The poor monk still has something to do. He can't finish it. I'm afraid he won't have time to deal with the donor's affairs. Donor, feel free to do whatever you want..." Fang Zheng quickened his pace as he spoke.
Zhou Wu is not an idiot, so if he doesn't work, he will never be able to talk to this monk, let alone get him to help remove the moles and hair on his face. Zhou Wu looked at Red Boy
Holding the iron bucket on his shoulder, he thought to himself: "How can I complete the task that this kid can complete? The water tank shouldn't be big..." Thinking of this, Zhou Wu shouted: "Master Fangzheng, I am willing to carry water
!But, my face..."
"We'll talk about it when we get back." Fang Zheng waved his hand and entered the backyard without looking back.
Fang Zheng left, and the cuteness in Hong Boy's eyes disappeared instantly. With a clang, he threw the iron bucket on the ground and glared at Zhou Wudao: "What are you looking at? Why don't you go to work? Tell you, if you dare to be lazy,
I stewed you!"
Hong Boy's calculation was very good. If the big guy in front of him didn't do the work, he would have to do it, so he had to let the big guy understand that it was not okay to work dishonestly.
It's a pity that Zhou Wu didn't take Red Boy seriously at all. He picked up two buckets and stood up together. His brows suddenly wrinkled. They turned out to be real iron buckets and they were quite heavy! But when he thought about the black mole on his face, he was still quick.
He walked down the mountain. At the same time, he secretly felt cruel. If the monk could get rid of the black mole on his face, everything would be easy. If he couldn't get rid of it, he would definitely demolish this ruined temple!
When Hong Boy saw Zhou Wu leaving, he clapped his hands, shook his head happily and walked out of the temple gate to play.
As for Fang Zheng, he sat in the backyard and took out his mobile phone, read Buddhist scriptures, and paid no attention to Zhou Wu.
Zhou Wu carried the big iron bucket to the mountainside, looked at the spring, and then looked at his two big buckets. His head suddenly felt huge. Such a big bucket, if filled, would probably weigh two hundred kilograms! So
It's heavy. Can you carry it up?
"Then the child can carry it, which means you don't need to carry too much water at one time. If it is full, the child will definitely not be able to carry it... Well, I will pick less." Zhou Wu muttered, half filling the two buckets.
, and then carried the bucket up the mountain. Even though it was half a bucket of water, Zhou Wu rested several times before carrying it up the mountain. At the end of the mountain road, he saw a child wearing a red bellyband sitting on the railing with a look on his face.
He was so relaxed and comfortable. When the child saw him, he curled his lips and said, "He's not small, but his strength is really useless!"
Zhou Wu was immediately very angry. If he hadn't asked for Fang Zheng, and according to his temper, he put down the bucket and insisted on beating this kid. But now, he just pretended not to hear it and rushed into Yizhi Temple.
Entering the backyard, he saw Fang Zheng sitting there playing with his mobile phone. Zhou Wu felt angry because he was working by himself, but this guy was actually playing with his mobile phone. It was...
Zhou Wu now began to wonder whether this monk had the ability to remove the mole on his face. After all, a monk who plays with mobile phones seems to have nothing to do with capable outsiders, strange people and strange things...
At this moment, Fang Zheng raised his head and said, "That's the kitchen over there, and the biggest tank is the water tank."
Zhou Wu gritted his teeth and looked at Fang Zheng, feeling fierce in his heart: "Hmph, the water tank is full. If you don't cure me, I will fight with you!"
Zhou Wu entered the kitchen, glanced at the back kitchen, and was dumbfounded. He muttered: "The biggest tank can't be this one, right?"
At this moment, a monkey wearing monk robes came in and pointed at his bucket and then at the Buddha vat. The meaning was very clear, yes, this is it!
At that moment, Zhou Wu suddenly had the urge to faint. How many times would he have to pick such a big water tank?
There was a hundred thousand dissatisfaction in his heart, but in the end, Zhou Wu poured the water in. When he finished pouring, he suddenly felt itchy on his face. When he touched it with his hand, he was stunned. It turned out to be smooth skin!
Zhou Wu quickly took a picture of the water in the Buddhist temple, and saw a monster with black hair on his face in the Buddhist tank. He was constantly playing with the black hair on his face. Sure enough, he saw the itchy spot just now.
The mole was gone at that spot! Although it was less than half the size of his little fingernail, he was very sure that it was originally covered with moles! But why were the moles gone?
Look at the square, look at the bucket, then look at the Buddha vat, and then think about what Ge Yan said, if he wastes a bamboo shoot, he will get a little mole. Now when he picks up a bucket of water, he will get a little mole. Is it true?