Xiaoxun said in ventriloquism: "Little monk, listen carefully, don't panic whatever I say later! The man next to you is a dangerous person and may hijack the plane on the way! You switch seats with my grandpa, My grandfather is a master of martial arts, and I will cooperate from the side to suppress the opponent at critical moments. We are saving you!"
After finishing speaking, Xiaoxun looked at Fang Zheng seriously and asked, "Do you understand?" Then he raised his voice and said, "Do you want to apologize?"
She saw the monk looking at her in surprise and shock.
Xiaoxun thought to himself: Stupid monk, do you know how powerful my aunt is? Are you scared? Humph... In the end, it's not my aunt who protects you!
In the end, the monk said: "The story is pretty good, is there anything else? If not, the poor monk will pass by, and the plane will take off soon."
After saying that, the monk turned and left.
When Xiaoxun heard this, his nose was almost crooked with anger, and he pulled the monk back: "Don't bite Lu Dongbin, don't you know a good heart, okay? I'm doing this for your own good!"
The monk tilted his head and said, "Donor, we don't want to argue in public, there are so many people."
Xiaoxun was completely speechless. She really wanted to pry open the monk's head and see how many tons of shit it contained!
Seeing that Xiaoxun let go, the monk turned around and left again.
Xiaoxun's teeth itched in anger and he stamped his feet, too lazy to pay attention to this ungrateful monk. When he gets beaten all over his head, he will know who the good guy is!
Looking at the bald head, she felt like she was powerless. Why was this monk so troublesome? When I passed the monk, I wanted to give him a fierce and conceited look. As a result, the other party lowered her head and didn't give her a chance to be fierce! Suddenly she was angry and slapped the monk on the shoulder. The monk raised his head. She glared fiercely, then raised her head and left!
The monk was left in a daze with a puzzled look on his face...
"Your friend?" At this moment, the eight-armed god suddenly asked with this weird accent.
Fang Zheng shrugged his shoulders and said, "I can't afford it."
"What do you mean?" The other party's Chinese was obviously not very good and he didn't understand what Fang Zheng meant.
Fang Zheng had no choice but to explain: "That is to say, a poor monk cannot afford such a friend."
The eight-armed god pursed his lips and smiled. The smile was a bit evil, but it had to be said that it was very charming. Even Fang Zheng, who was also a man, glanced at her subconsciously, but the two of them did not speak again.
Over there, Xiaoxun returned to his seat and said sternly: "Grandpa, that silly monk is sitting next to the Eight-Armed God! He won't change seats with us."
The old man frowned and said, "What on earth does Fang Zheng want to do?"
"Fang Zheng? Is that guy the divine Fang Zheng?" Xiaoxun said in surprise.
"Xiao Xun, watch the news more in the future, Fang Zheng is still very famous now." The old man said.
Xiaoxun pouted and said: "I really can't understand how anyone could believe such a guy with a big head!"
"Okay, stop complaining. The Eight-Armed God is sitting on the edge of the aisle, and Fang Zheng is sitting inside him. We don't have to sit in the Fang Zheng position. You can ask the people across the aisle if they want to change seats." The old man said.
Xiaoxun was a little reluctant, but he went over and came back soon with a fat man.
The old man thanked the fat man repeatedly, and then sat down with Xiaoxun's help. Xiaoxun, on the other hand, sat in the seat behind the eight-armed god. From the beginning to the end, the eight-armed god did not look at them. He just leaned on the back of his chair and closed his eyes to meditate.
Not long after, the flight attendant began to demonstrate how to fasten seat belts and so on...
It was the first time for Fang Zheng to fly on a plane. He watched very carefully and was a little nervous.
The eight-armed god beside him suddenly said: "Little monk, is it your first time to fly on a plane?"
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "Amitabha, yes. This is not the first time for the donor, right?"
The eight-armed god did not answer Fang Zheng's words, but looked at him with a strange and sympathetic look, and said: "That's such a pity..."
Fang Zheng looked puzzled, and then continued to watch the flight attendant's demonstration.
But deep in Fang Zheng's eyes, there was a flash of alertness. Is Founder a fool? of course not! Although he was unable to open his Heavenly Eye, Wisdom Eye and Dharma Eye, Fang Zheng was still able to keenly detect the aura fluctuations of the people around him. He still knew whether there was a rabbit or a wolf sitting next to him. He believed 80% of Xiaoxun's words, but whether he believed it or not, it was impossible to give up this seat. Fang Zheng is confident. As long as he is around, even if there is a wolf sitting next to him, he can beat him into a dog at any time! After all, this is not the first time he has done this job, and he is very familiar with it.
However, Fang Zheng had no intention of expressing his thoughts immediately. After all, everything was just speculation. He would not jump to conclusions for others until something really happened.
But in Xiaoxun's eyes, his heartless behavior turned him into a complete idiot!
Even Xiaoxun's grandfather shook his head slightly and said to himself: As expected, most of the things on the Internet are fake. The host Fang Zheng, from the perspective of his mind, is just a half-grown child. To put it mildly, he is called an innocent child. However, how can such a child take up the leading role in Buddhism? It seems that there is an expert behind the scenes to help him promote it... Sigh... It's a pity that as pure as Buddhism, he has to join the world of speculation.
Thinking of this, Xiaoxun's grandfather stopped looking at Fang Zheng. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and meditated, but secretly opened a gap and stared at the eight-armed god's every move.
Soon, the stewardess finished the demonstration, and then started to check whether everyone's seats were adjusted, whether the tray tables were stowed, and whether the seat belts were fastened...
When passing by the Eight-Armed God, a beautiful stewardess kindly asked him to fasten his seat belt.
The eight-armed god smiled evilly and fastened his seat belt.
Everything seemed so normal, without any disturbance...
The plane began to accelerate amidst the roaring sound of the motor, and then soared into the sky!
Xiaoxun originally thought that Fang Zheng, a bastard, would be nervous, but in the end, this guy seemed to be fine, and even showed a little contempt. That's right, Fang Zheng has always heard people say that taking off on a plane is scary and the reaction is huge. As a result, he was fully prepared mentally. After the plane took off, he suddenly felt that it was nothing more than that! It's not as exciting as when Red Boy took him flying...
So Fang Zheng leaned lazily on the back of his chair with a bored look on his face.
Seeing this, Xiaoxun swallowed back all the words he had prepared and said in his heart: "It's pretty good at pretending."
The eight-armed god next to him glanced at Fang Zheng in confusion and said nothing, but glanced at Fang Zheng from time to time with his squinted eyes, very cautiously.
At this moment, there were exclamations from all around.
"Look out the window!"
Fang Zheng looked over subconsciously and saw the plane getting into the dark clouds!
Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, what's so good about this black paint
But the next moment, the plane broke out of the dark clouds, and streaks of golden light shot out from the narrow windows. The whole world seemed to have suddenly stepped from a world of thick black ink into a paradise! The golden eyes dyed the white sea of clouds into gold, and the sun hung high in the blue sky, which was extremely gorgeous!
(End of chapter)