Red Boy burst into tears. Is he really this bald disciple? The treatment is too different!
The monkey snickered on the side, and Fangzheng slapped his hand and said: "Okay, I've said everything that needs to be said, let's go! Use all your firepower to win against that machine!"
As soon as Fang Zheng finished speaking, the red boy jumped out with a squeaking sound, and stepped on the mud, splashing a piece of mud. Then the guy started running and jumping around like a joy, splashing wherever he went...
Seeing this, the monkey decisively stayed away from him, lifted his pants to the highest position, and stepped carefully and slowly into the mud to ensure that his clothes would not be stained by the mud. When he stood safely in the mud pit, he smiled with satisfaction.
...But the next moment, a cheerful figure ran over: "Senior brother, hello!"
Bang!
Mud splashes!
The monkey looked at the mud spots on his body, calmly wiped them away silently, and recited his own heart-clearing mantra: "Jingzhen is a fool, smart monkeys don't care about him; Jingzhen is a fool..."
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"Brother!" Red Boy's voice came, and the monkey looked up, only to see Red Boy turn around, stick out his butt, stand up suddenly, wave his hands, and yelled: "Take my move, Mud Cannon!"
Snapped!
There was a big ball of mud on the monkey's body! It was so big that it couldn't be wiped clean no matter how hard it was wiped. The monkey lowered his head and looked at the dirty clothes, with fire burning in his eyes. Although the monkey always acted like he was against something.
He didn't care about it, a kind of transcendent feeling. But he treasured this monk's robe very much. It was given to him by Fang Zheng after he became a disciple. Although this monk's robe was worn out, it was his only monk's robe and also his last.
Important baby! I usually wash it off quickly when it gets dirty, but now I have been dumped in such a big ball of mud! Is it true that Jingzhen can tolerate it, but monkeys cannot tolerate it, and monkeys don’t show off their power? Have you forgotten the days when he was a monkey and disturbed the peace of Baiyun Temple?
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The monkey silently returned to the shore, took off his monk's clothes, then shook his arms, grinned at the red boy, and rushed down the next moment. Using his long hands, he could grab the mud without bending, he could reach it with his open hands, and he could smash it by swinging it.
When I went out, the angry monkey turned into a clay machine gun for a while. The red boy who was chasing him jumped up and down. The two guys turned into clay men in a short while...
Regarding these two unsatisfactory apprentices, Fang Zheng also shook his head helplessly. Looking at the smiling boys and girls on the shore, Fang Zheng gave up the idea of dealing with these two bastards who had ruined the family tradition, and silently made a note to them in his heart.
Let’s settle the accounts after autumn.
Zhou Zishan and others originally gave a little hope to Fang Zheng and the others, but when they saw how unreliable these two disciples were, and then looked at Monk Bai Jing who had not gone to the ground yet and was standing there watching the excitement, he was completely dissatisfied.
The monk gave up hope. The five people accelerated their harvesting speed. Although they knew that they would definitely lose this competition, they still accelerated their harvest.
At the same time, Zhou Zishan shouted: "Abbot Fangzheng, we can't agree to this competition. We can't compete with machines."
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "Donor, I believe in you."
Zhou Zishan was stunned, and looked at Fang Zheng's gentle smile. There was no affectation or sympathy in his eyes, only a look of seriousness, respect and recognition. Seeing this, Zhou Zishan's heart felt sour, and his nose became sore.
Along the way from the northwest to north China, and then to the northeast, he couldn't remember how many rolls of eyes he saw. Even if the employers were willing to hire them, they either sympathized with them or looked down on them, but none of them respected or recognized them!
Zhou Zishan had almost forgotten what it felt like to be recognized by others. Suddenly being treated like this by Fang Zheng made his heart warm.
At this time, Zhou Ziyuan suddenly said: "Abbot Fangzheng, my father said that a scholar will die for a confidant! I didn't go to school, but this sentence has always been in my heart! You respect us, and we respect you! We
All we can do is try our best to win!”
Zhou Ziheng said: "Abbot Fangzheng, you don't have to come down, just watch from the side, we can do it!"
Listening to these words, Fang Zheng felt warm in his heart. This is how people in the world are. If you are kind to good people, the people who respond to you will naturally be kind. Fang Zheng respects Zhou Zishan and others. Zhou Zishan and others may have nothing to repay, but it is hard to buy them with money.
A promise, not to mention the promise of several people?
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, donors, the game has just begun, who will win and who will lose has not yet been decided. Here comes the poor monk!"
Hearing what Fang Zheng said, Zhou Zishan and others didn't want to attack Fang Zheng, but they had fought against the machine too many times, and they knew very well how strong the machine was. With just the five of them, plus the obviously unreliable
Fang Zheng, two children playing in mud and a monkey? This is simply an impossible game to win...
In their view, Fang Zheng was a losing bet. In order to save face for them, he gave away the bet for nothing. They were grateful and they were willing to do their best for Fang Zheng, but... they couldn't do it!
They didn't say it out loud, but Fang Zheng could also see it. But the game is a game. You can lose the game, but you can't lose morale! What's more, there is really no guarantee who will lose or win in this game!
Seeing Fang Zheng walking towards the muddy river, Shen Aijia, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't help it anymore and said: "Abbot Fang Zheng, your clothes are so white and not suitable for farm work, so don't come down now." In her opinion,
Fang Zheng's clothes are so beautiful, they are still in ancient style, and they are worth a lot of money at a glance. It's so wasteful to wear such white clothes in the mud to do farm work! Fang Zheng was willing to give up, and she felt sorry for him.
Not only Shen Aijia, but also Zhou Zishan and others felt a little distressed. They all wore shabby clothes when doing farm work. This monk was too willing to give up...
However, Fang Zheng seemed to have no intention of answering. Instead, he walked into the quagmire with a smile on his face. The next moment, everyone's eyes froze! There was a look of disbelief on his face!
I saw that Fangzheng's feet did not sink into the mire, but stepped lightly on it, not sinking at all!
"This..." Zhou Zishan, Zhou Ziyuan, Zhou Ziheng, and Shen Ai's Ma Jingru were all dumbfounded. Isn't this too ridiculous? The river had just been drained, and the mud was so muddy that even a small squirrel got stuck in it.
An adult didn't sink in! This... Could it be that the place Abbot Fangzheng stepped on was harder? There were rocks underneath? Several people responded to themselves like this.
At this time, Fang Zheng raised his leg and took the second step, still showing no intention of sinking. The third step, the fourth step...
Several people stared at Fang Zheng's feet...
Gudong, I don’t know who swallowed, everyone looked at each other and saw the disbelief in each other’s eyes.