However, Song Yuhe was still under the pressure of fear of death and had to work hard to suppress his anger and asked: "Chinese medicine or Western medicine?"
Fang Zheng smiled faintly, stared into Song Yuhe's eyes, and said, "Medical skills."
"Yes, I know. I'm asking you, do you want to talk about Chinese medicine or Western medicine?" Song Yuhe asked again.
As a result, Fang Zheng was still repeating: "Medical skills."
"Master, please stop being ridiculous, okay? There are many types of medical skills, but the most common ones on the market are Chinese medicine and Western medicine. Everything has a focus, and the focus is different. Naturally, the lectures are different, and the audiences are also different." Song Yuhe said impatiently.
asked.
However, Fang Zheng still said calmly: "Medical skills."
Song Yuhe was completely furious and shouted angrily for the first time: "Can you answer my question? Don't tell me, you plan to tell me everything?"
Song Yuhe just sprayed it casually, but regretted it after spraying. The monk in front of him was weird. If he was a ghost or something, he would probably explain it here with his roar.
However, dead pigs are not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. Even after shouting, he admitted it, stuck a stick on his neck, and stared at Fang Zheng, waiting for the result.
Fang Zheng smiled and nodded: "Yes."
"Uh..." Song Yuhe was suddenly confused. He looked at Fang Zheng as if he were a monster. He really wanted to crack open this monk's brain and see how it worked. Tell him the whole story? He just laughed, all over the world.
, no one can teach all the medical skills in one lecture. Even a small point in a medical skill may not be finished.
Song Yuhe looked at Fang Zheng like an idiot and said, "Master, do you know how long this will take?"
Fang Zheng said: "It has been a long time, so the poor monk is ready to imitate the ancients and preach the scriptures."
When Song Yuhe heard this, he almost lost his breath and suffocated to death. He said in his heart: Hey! This monk keeps asking more and more questions, and the more he talks, the more incredible it becomes. Learn from the ancients and preach the scriptures? Why don't you go to heaven?
Who among the ancients could do this was not the founder of one sect? There are even two opinions. In legends of gods, there are gods who preach and preach, attracting countless demons and ghosts to worship.
Thinking of monsters and monsters, Song Yuhe suddenly trembled, and suddenly remembered that the monk in front of him seemed to be no ordinary thing!
Thinking of this, Song Yuhe looked at Fang Zheng, and was shocked to find that Fang Zheng was missing!
It seemed as if he had disappeared out of thin air, and there was no one around. When he looked down at the ground, he even took a breath of air! Because where Fang Zheng was standing just now, there was not even a single footprint on the snow! So, what was Fang Zheng standing on just now?
?Could it be...
Thinking of this, Song Yuhe's hair stood on end, turned around and ran away. He was also old, but his body was very well maintained, and he usually walked as fast as flying. Now he can run at the speed of a flying man...
After Song Yuhe ran away, Fang Zheng released Yimeng Huangliang's magical power, wiped his nose, and muttered: "This is the first time I try so hard to show off, I hope I'm not pretending in vain."
After saying that, Fang Zheng turned around and went back to Yizhi Temple. As soon as he entered the door, Fang Zheng was surrounded by a group of disciples. They all stared at him with wide eyes, as if to say: "You still know how to come back? Where did you die?"
"
Among all the angry glances, only Squirrel's gaze was slightly different, so Fangzheng chose to ask Squirrel: "Jingkuan, do you have something to say?"
"Master, when you went down the mountain alone, didn't you think about us? We were so worried about you! But what about you? You went down the mountain for so long and didn't bring us anything delicious back. Are you worthy of us?" Squirrel
said indignantly.
When Fang Zheng heard the previous words, he thought that Squirrel had changed his gender and his thoughts had finally caught up with the party organization. But when the latter words came out, Fang Zheng realized that Squirrel was still the same squirrel. He had overestimated Squirrel...
"Master, you are so shameless. You ran away alone. You even created a cover-up here. Are you afraid that we will follow you? Tell me honestly, did you go to steal some delicious food?" Hong Boyer
He clasped his little hands behind his back and said angrily.
Lone Wolf also said: "Master, you used to take one of us with you wherever you went, but this time you went down the mountain alone. There must be something wrong."
The monkey said: "Master, I think you should do it."
Xianyu coughed dryly and said: "Master, as a senior, I have to remind you that if you offend the public, you will starve."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Well, you have said a lot, and you have said it very well. So, you continue to speak. Master, I also continue to listen, in order to show that our Yizhi Temple is a free
, an open, democratic monastery. We are different!”
Hearing what Fang Zheng said, several little guys suddenly became excited, especially the little squirrel, who shouted indignantly: "Master, you can go down the mountain alone, but you must tell us. Look, because I am worried about you.
After a while, I became hungry and thin."
Fang Zheng: "..."
The lone wolf then shouted: "There is also me. I have lost weight due to hunger. If it weren't for the hair holding me up, I wouldn't be able to tell. I'm embarrassed to come out, but... you don't need to call me when you go down the mountain."
The monkey said: "Master, I haven't lost weight, but I think you should consider our feelings."
Xianyu also shouted: "You have the nerve to say that? Master went down the mountain alone. I am worried. The more I worry, the greater the burden will be. The greater the burden, the faster I will get hungry..."
…
Fang Zheng listened with a smile and asked Hong Boy to cook.
Dinner will be served soon...
"Keep talking, Master, listen. Master, I value freedom very much. You have your reasons to speak." Fang Zheng sat there, eating a meal with vegetables, and spoke righteously.
However, across the table, several little things stood in a row, looking at Fang Zheng with tearful eyes.
"Master, I was wrong. What I just said was all nonsense. Don't mind." The squirrel shouted.
Xianyu also shouted: "Master, I was wrong too. From now on, I will definitely follow your lead. Whatever you say will be taken. Oh, eat slowly. Leave a bite for me..."
The pitiful screams continued, but Fang Zheng ate with great joy and said with a smile: "Don't be like this, our temple attaches great importance to freedom of speech. You continue to speak, my master is listening..."
When several little guys heard this, they shouted in their hearts with tears in their eyes: Freedom of speech is so stupid! Is this called freedom? Is this hegemony? Wow...
Pu Mingdai came down from the mountain and immediately ran to Heishan City to find his master Pu Changming.
A chair, a cup of tea, and a man wearing black loose traditional clothes, sitting there cross-legged, drinking tea quietly. Although the old man's hair is a bit gray, there is a ray of light in his squinted eyes, like
Like a knife, shining with cold light...
Ps: Due to the unstable coding time in the past two days, the update time has changed a lot. I have no choice but to work hard and try my best to be on time. Even if it is not on time, I will ensure the update.