Fang Zheng didn't react at all, but Ma Guifen quickly shook her head and said: "No, no... I'm not his mother, how could I have such a good son..."
Fang Zheng was stunned and glanced at Ma Guifen. Ma Guifen was a little scared, as if she was afraid that these words would irritate Fang Zheng and Fang Zheng would not help her.
Fang Zheng had an idea, clasped his hands and said, "The poor monk is a monk, the world is his home, and kindness is his family. After all, this benefactor can be regarded as a relative of the poor monk."
The little fat policeman was not stupid. He understood something immediately and said with a smile: "Auntie, don't get excited. By the way, what happened to you just now? Why did you get into trouble with Feng Tao? It's the scumbag with the tattoo on his arm just now.
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Fang Zheng told the little fat policeman what happened. When the little fat man heard this, he immediately said angrily: "This bastard, I have to go talk to him later. If he keeps making such a fuss, my progress will be gone!"
Fang Zheng nodded. This kind of person should be visited by the police many times to chat and drink tea.
"By the way, are you looking for someone?" the little fat policeman asked.
Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead, took out the photo and said: "This donor is from Sichuan. He is not familiar with the place and doesn't know where his daughter is. It's difficult to ask questions all the way."
It's a photo of her daughter, please take a look and see if you can help me find it."
The little fat man took the photo, looked at it, then shook his head and said: "I have just worked for a short time, and I am not particularly familiar with this area. Just wait a moment..."
After saying that, the little fat man took a photo with his mobile phone and posted it in their film police group.
Then, the little fat policeman smiled and said: "Okay, this is our police group. In Dawu, policemen from every place are in the group. When everyone has something happened, they can shout in the group. Usually there is evidence and the target is clear.
All matters can be solved quickly, which is very efficient. Auntie, come with me. Come and sit down at my place. We have a result here and I will take you to find someone."
When Ma Guifen heard this, she cried immediately and thanked her repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you..."
The little fat policeman was obviously a shy newcomer, and he had never been thanked like this before. His face turned red because he came so suddenly, and he quickly said: "Otherwise, otherwise, if someone sees this, they will laugh at me.
I just did my job, how can I bear this?"
The little fat policeman took Ma Guifen away, and at the same time left a phone number for Fang Zheng: "If that damn snake comes to harass you again, please call this number and I will come over as soon as possible."
Fang Zheng smiled and nodded.
Ma Guifen thanked Fang Zheng again...
Fang Zheng quickly declined. What he did was really insignificant and did not deserve the old man's gratitude.
Watching the two people leaving, Fang Zheng subconsciously opened his eyes and glanced at them. The next moment, Fang Zheng's expression changed!
"Master, did you see something?" Hong Hai'er knew that Fang Zheng had clairvoyance. After all, although this magical power was miraculous, Hong Hai'er had heard of it.
Fang Zheng nodded slightly and said, "Yes."
"What did you see?" Honghai'er asked as curious as a baby.
Fang Zheng said: "Don't say it, don't say it, let's go..."
"Where to go?" Honghai'er asked in confusion.
Fang Zheng said: "Go buy something."
In the end, Fangzheng had only taken two steps when two people ran over: "Master, Master! Don't leave yet!"
Fang Zheng saw that it was the man who gave him the stick, and there was this young man beside him.
Fang Zheng said: "Amitabha, thank you so much for the reminder just now."
"Forget it, it's them who are the unlucky ones, should I remind you, you are too fierce." The man smiled bitterly, and then introduced himself: "My name is Shao Gang, and this is my younger brother Shao Cong. Master, will you accept a disciple?"
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Fang Zheng was stunned... Accepting a disciple? This is the first time someone has asked this question in such a long time.
Shao Cong looked at Fang Zheng with excitement and said: "Master, I have always liked martial arts, but I have never seen you so powerful. You can knock people away with just one kick. That's amazing! I want to learn this from you...
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Fang Zheng suddenly realized that he came here to learn martial arts. Fang Zheng shook his head slightly and said, "Donor, please think about it, the poor monk is a monk. If you join our Buddhist sect, you must shave your hair and practice, and you can only start by reading the scriptures for ten years."
, can you start practicing martial arts. Moreover, once a poor monk enters this monastery, he will not be able to return to secular life for the rest of his life, and he will not be able to marry and have children..."
"Master, I'm just saying casually...Master, if nothing happens, let's go first..." Before Fang Zheng finished speaking, Shao Cong said quickly. Only after studying the scriptures for ten years can he start practicing martial arts, and he can't return to secular life.
He immediately flinched. Why is he practicing martial arts? Is it just to show off in front of girls? To facilitate picking up girls? But you won't let me get married, so why should I practice martial arts?
Fang Zheng smiled slightly. Of course, Yizhi Temple does not have so many rules, but Fang Zheng does not intend to accept disciples. Accepting disciples means that more people will enter Yizhi Temple. With more people, there will be more troubles. After all, people are like animals.
It's different, his thoughts are much more complicated. What's more, Shao Cong himself didn't come here to practice Buddhism, he just wanted to learn martial arts, which in itself ran counter to the direction of the temple, so Fang Zheng rejected Shao Cong in this way...
Seeing that Shao Cong was about to leave, Fang Zheng said: "Two donors, wait a moment."
"Master, is there anything else?" Shao Gang asked.
Fang Zheng said: "Do you two know where I can buy fishing nets?"
"Fishing net?" Shao Cong and Shao Gang looked at Fang Zheng in surprise. Does this monk still want to fish? Isn't he a monk? Doesn't a monk abide by killing?
Although he was confused, Shao Gang still sent Shao Cong to take Fang Zheng to the best fishing gear store nearby. As for Shao Gang himself, he still had to check the store. There was no way there was anyone in the store. He closed the door and told Fang Zheng
go out.
In this regard, Fang Zheng naturally has nothing to say. If someone helps you, that is a favor. If you don't help, it is natural. What's more, they also help...
Standing at the door of the fishing tackle shop, Fang Zheng frowned slightly and saw the sign above: Laowang Fishing Tackle Shop!
Fang Zheng touched his chin and muttered: "Fortunately, this poor monk doesn't have a wife..."
Shao Cong had already gone in first. Seeing Fang Zheng in a daze, he quickly waved. Fang Zheng took Hong Boy into the fishing gear shop. The owner of the fishing gear shop was a middle-aged man with some gray hair. He was sitting there tying a fishhook in a serious manner.
When a few people came in, they recognized Shao Cong at a glance and said hello.
The two exchanged polite words, and Shao Cong introduced Fang Zheng to the owner of the fishing gear shop, Lao Wang, and said at the same time: "Master Fang Zheng, Lao Wang's fishing gear shop has been open for thirty years, and the things he sells are all treasures.
!Whatever you want, just tell him."
When Lao Wang looked at Fang Zheng, he was also puzzled. Are they so open these days? Are all the monks buying fishing gear to catch fish? Also, being called a master at such a young age? Are you not afraid of losing your life? Of course, he is open to business, so naturally
It was not easy to ask such a sensitive question, so he just smiled and said: "Don't listen to his nonsense, master, what do you want to buy?"