“But Brother Sun Wukong, I’m a little hungry now. I need to fill my stomach first. Wait a minute. After I, Fu Tiancheng, have eaten, I will definitely go to the Nine Yang Sect and seek justice for you!”
Touched my belly.
Fu Tiancheng spoke.
The conversation lasted so long.
The vendor’s stinky tofu is also ready.
Chen Changan took three boxes and handed them to Fu Tiancheng, saying with a smile: "Brother Fu, you can eat as much as you like. I don't want anything else, but I will give you enough stinky tofu!"
"Hahahaha, that's perfect!"
Fu Tiancheng burst into laughter.
Then.
Start eating voraciously.
Don't say.
He really likes stinky tofu.
That stinky smell.
Very challenging.
That delicious flavor.
It's comparable to roasted gluten.
So cool!
soon.
Fu Tiancheng finished all three bowls of stinky tofu.
"Hiccup~~~"
After a burp, Fu Tiancheng kept smiling.
He said, "Brother Sun Wukong, thank you very much. Although I am a cultivator, I don't have much food in my pocket. Thank you very much!"
Chen Changan paid the money.
Fu Tiancheng just mentioned it out of politeness.
"It's just a small amount of money. Although I, Sun Wukong, am a mortal, my family is a business owner and I have a little extra money. Besides, I don't like money and have no interest in it. It's just a little stinky tofu, it's nothing!"
"Oh, so Brother Sun's family is in business, no wonder!"
Fu Tiancheng gave an expression that said, "I understand."
Then.
Suddenly holding the stomach.
Pointing at the vendor, he said, "Boss, you... you... your oil... is it from the gutter..."
"No, no, no, no, it's impossible to be objective. My oil is very good! It's made from my own black pigs, there can't be any problem!"
The vendor was frying tofu.
Upon hearing this.
He quickly waved his hands to explain.
The expression was very panicked.
There is no way, this side of Yunyang City.
Eating stinky tofu has just become popular.
He is one of the few highly competitive vendors.
If there is something wrong with your own stinky tofu.
That would be like destroying the brand.
Therefore, I care a lot about this matter.
"I... Brother Sun, wait a minute, I won't bother with you anymore, tell me, where is the toilet, I... can't help it!"
Fu Tiancheng showed a very painful expression.
"Over there, walk three hundred meters and you'll find the public toilet!"
The vendor spoke with an expression as if he had eaten a dead fish.
I want to have an attack but I can't.
Normally, if a mortal caused reputation damage to his stall, he would start to fight back.
But from the conversation just now, it seems that this Nima is a monk.
Monks are the best among people. You cannot afford to offend them. It hurts your heart.
to this end.
He could only endure it.
"Okay, I'll settle the score with you later!"
Fu Tiancheng looked in the direction the vendor was pointing, pointed at the vendor and said something threateningly, then gave Chen Changan an apologetic look.
With a whoosh.
Disappeared at the city gate.
Look at the person walking away.
The vendor looked at Chen Changan and said honestly, "Sir, I just heard you talking to this gentleman. When that gentleman comes later, can you say a few words for me..."
"Good words?" Chen Changan said.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
The vendor nodded in agreement like a chick pecking at rice.
"Don't even think about it, I can't do it!"
Chen Changan shook his head.
"Why? Weren't you having a very happy chat with that gentleman just now?"
The vendor was confused.
I feel like my life is about to face a severe blow.
An ascetic's evaluation, for a mortal like him.
A negative judgment can be devastating.
It’s nothing else, it’s very simple, if the monks say that there is something wrong with your stinky tofu.
Then it really doesn’t taste good and there is something wrong with it.
Because mortals don’t know how to practice.
But everyone knows that practitioners rarely enter the secular world.
And because of his naturally strong physique.
The internal organs are incredibly strong.
Even monks will suffer from diarrhea and feel uncomfortable if they eat this kind of tofu.
You can imagine.
What are the consequences for mortals if they eat it
That would be death!
So the vendors are very anxious now.
Very helpless.
The next moment Chen Changan said: "Don't worry, little brother, Fu Tiancheng will not come back!"
Um
The vendor's neck tilted.
A little confused
Not coming back
Didn’t he just swear that he would cause trouble for himself
What's going on
He doesn't understand!
“You don’t understand!”
Chen Changan gave a mysterious smile.
"I hope so!"
The hawker spread his hands, looking helpless.
All around, some ordinary people who originally came to buy stinky tofu stood around the vendor's stall, not daring to place an order.
The true nature of the spectators was revealed.
There was nothing unusual about Chen Changan. He had just bought several bowls and ate three bowls of stinky tofu in a row. The taste was just okay and the oil was also very good.
So he said to the mortals around him: "My fellow villagers, there is no problem with this oil, I am not lying to you!"
"Haha, really?"
"That's impossible. The cultivator just ate and his stomach ached. Do you think you're fine?"
"Hey, hey, hey, if you guys want to eat, you can go to other stalls. This guy who said there's no problem might just be a shill. If you guys want to eat at this stall, you can't let this guy go. Let's wait and see what happens to him!"
The people around started talking.
They all stared at Chen Changan.
"You can't stop me!"
Chen Changan chuckled.
"Tsk~ You are not a cultivator, so we can't stop a mortal boy like you. I am forty years old, in the prime of my life. Do you believe that I can press you to the ground and rub you?"
A middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves and swung his arms, eager to try.
But the next moment, he knelt down with a thud, a look of horror in his eyes.
at the same time.
Some other onlookers also covered their mouths tightly.
Because of this moment.
Chen Changan's body slowly floated up.
And the appearance.
There has also been a drastic change, returning to an ordinary, slightly round appearance.
"Oh my, it turns out to be Sect Master Chen. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
The middle-aged man who had been so arrogant just now immediately started to kneel down with trembling legs.
But he was stopped by Chen Changan.
"Although I am the leader of the Nine Yang Sect, I never make things difficult for mortals. It's good that you know you are wrong. Goodbye!"
That’s it!
Chen Changan left quickly.
“Master Chen is truly a noble practitioner, a good master without any high-level style!”
Looking at Chen Changan leaving.
The middle-aged man wiped his face.
He spoke with some relief.
The other side.
Fu Tiancheng, who was looking for an excuse to run away, wandered slowly above the white clouds.
In my mind, I was still thinking about how to scold that person... thoroughly!
The next moment.
Sudden.
A familiar figure appeared in front.
"You... OK... It turns out you are not a mortal, you are also a cultivator. But I see you are very young, do you still want to cause trouble for me, Fu Tiancheng?"
Looking at the 'Sun Wukong' on the opposite side who has changed back to his original appearance!
Fu Tiancheng was not in a hurry either.
Laughed.
"I'm not looking for trouble with you. I just want to ask, Brother Fu, are you still looking for trouble with Chen Changan, the leader of the Nine Yang Sect?"
Chen Changan said.
"Of course I'll find it!"
Fu Tiancheng rolled his eyes.
"Okay, I'm right here, come on!"
Chen Changan chuckled and transformed himself. The mask of Chen Changan's torture was replaced by that ordinary round face.