Xianyu just turned back to look at Fang Zheng. When he found out that Fang Zheng had run away, and when he turned around to say something, he saw a large foot stepping over him, and then his vision went dark...
Vaguely, Xianyu heard a chaotic shouting, as if he was trying to catch a thief! At the same time, there were several voices that seemed to be saying to him: "Oh shit, stop squeezing, you're stepping on the talking fish! Emma, it seems like she's been trampled to death..."
"Then let me try how my feet feel. Hey, it's pretty hard..."
Xianyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and was about to curse when a small hand from the ground suddenly stretched out, grabbed him and dragged him deep into the earth, and then threw him into the temple.
But it was the critical moment when Red Boy took action.
After dealing with the salted fish, Hong Hai'er quickly went out to see his nine big black pots. It would be a pity if someone overturned them. This was his masterpiece in one night!
However, Hong Hai'er's worries were obviously unnecessary. Although there were many people who came to see the living Buddha, there were also many people who drank Laba porridge. Under the desperate protection of these people, the nine big black pots were intact.
In addition, the police brought by the county magistrate and secretary helped maintain order, and it was not as chaotic as he thought.
But Honghai'er also knows that these are temporary at the moment, and who knows if more people will come in a while. So he didn't dare to delay and quickly opened the lid of the big black pot! At that moment, a voice suddenly sounded!
Om!
This voice seemed to fly from the depths of the universe, with endless nothingness in the emptiness, and the meaning of eternal life in the holiness!
The sound is extremely loud!
The moment the sound sounded, a yellow light shot up into the sky and shot straight into the sky!
At that moment, everyone's hearts seemed to be suddenly shaken. They seemed to understand something and yet they seemed to understand nothing. But without exception, everything fell silent and you could hear a needle drop!
It was as if at that moment, everyone on the Yizhi Mountain was frozen!
At the same time, a strange fragrance spread out, and everyone felt refreshed just by smelling it. They all subconsciously looked at the opened pot among the nine big black pots, and the yellow light just happened. Dissipate slowly.
"What is this?" someone in the crowd chasing Fang Zheng asked subconsciously.
Then the question began to spread rapidly, and many people were asking: "What is boiling in this pot? Why is it still shining?"
Mr. Gu and Chen Qiang were also dumbfounded! There was no such movement when their pot of porridge was boiling! Moreover, this scent is completely different! The porridge they drank was full of flavor and was indeed the best of the best! But the fragrance of the porridge in front of me is refreshing and very elegant. Just smelling it makes my mind sober, and the sleepiness of staying up late has also disappeared a lot! The taste was so delicious that they could hardly describe it in words!
At that moment, the two of them suddenly remembered Hong Haier's words: "This porridge is spoiled!"
The two people looked at each other and saw the bitterness in each other's eyes! They all said in unison: "What a big loss!"
Although they didn't drink the porridge, the two of them were not fools. After smelling the taste, they understood everything! Their self-righteousness has tricked them!
Song Ergou looked at the reaction of the two people and said with a smile: "Was the porridge last night delicious? There should be more, right? Drink it slowly in a while, I will drink it with you!"
The two people's faces suddenly looked as uncomfortable as if they had eaten dead flies, and they turned their heads away from Song Ergou.
Tan Ming came up to Mr. Gu, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I told you before, but you didn't listen. Are you happy now?"
"Why didn't you persuade me then? You might as well have beaten me..." Mr. Gu was about to cry but had no tears.
Tan Ming glanced at him. Although the relationship between the two was okay, a subordinate fighting a boss? Isn't this seeking death
Chen Jin's son, Chen Long, chuckled, looked at Chen Qiang and said, "Qiangzi, come over and watch us drink porridge later."
Chen Qiang had a bitter look on his face. What could he say at this moment
"Master Jingxin, I am the first!" At this time, Song Ergou spoke first, attracting everyone's attention.
Hong Boy nodded and dropped a big spoon into the pot. Everyone subconsciously stretched their necks to watch. I saw a spoonful of crystal clear soup scooped out from a big spoon. The soup was slightly viscous and there were many colorful things in it.
If you look carefully, you will see that there are lotus flowers, rockeries, flowers and trees, and porridge grains that look like Buddhas and Bodhisattvas!
When Hong Hai'er poured the spoonful of porridge into Song Ergou's basin, after the porridge was spread out, all the Bodhisattvas stood up, there were many rockeries, and the flowers and trees naturally returned to their positions. For a moment, the small basin looked like a group of Buddhas. The fairy scene of the gathering is extremely sacred and beautiful!
Seeing this, Song Ergou almost threw away the basin in his hand and knelt down to kowtow. But in the blink of an eye, I realized that this was porridge, not a real Buddha! Only then did he resist throwing it away, holding it in his arms and carefully stepping aside. He didn't know why, but when he was at the foot of the mountain, he was extremely greedy and wanted a big pot of Laba porridge. But when he saw the Laba porridge in front of him and smelled the smell, his heart suddenly relaxed. He didn't think about so much anymore. He just wanted to quietly taste this spoonful of porridge, that's all.
Not only Song Ergou, but also everyone else, whether they came with buckets or basins, in the end everyone only wanted a spoonful of porridge.
Seeing this, those who were chasing Fang Zheng suddenly understood something. Some people in the crowd began to sneak away and stand in the porridge group. Someone took the lead, and others followed suit. In an instant, the scene was in chaos. However, after the chaos, there was a long line of people eating porridge, winding around a mountain and going down the stairs!
And this is only a part of the people. The rest are the husbands, wives, parents, etc. of these people. They went down the mountain to find pots and pans. They had no choice, no equipment, and they couldn’t even drink porridge. !
With Laba porridge attracting everyone's attention, everyone finally let Fang Zheng go for the time being.
In fact, if they were asked to continue chasing Fang Zheng, they would not know how to pursue him anymore. He ran into the temple and closed the door. Could they still break open the door, rush in, grab Fang Zheng, and hang him on a telegraph pole to watch
After all, they were believers, not thugs, so when they couldn't see Fang Zheng, they settled for the next best thing and chose to drink porridge. At the same time, I listened to the people who were on the mountain boasting about the awesomeness they had boasted countless times last night. Then, with stars in their eyes, they stood on their feet, raised their heads, looked at the nine big black pots, and said in their hearts: " The living Buddha’s porridge! You must drink it!”
At the same time, there were still people coming down the mountain to gather here. As a result, people spread the word to ten, and the line for porridge started from the middle of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. One pointed to the village, the other pointed to the outside of the village...
PS: I wish everyone a happy New Year, good health and prosperity!
PS: It’s Chinese New Year, and there are many things to do to pay New Year greetings. I can only guarantee daily updates, but I cannot guarantee the update time. Why…
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