The old lady seemed even more excited. She obviously recognized Fang Zheng from the beginning and never doubted Fang Zheng's ability. But there is no doubt that it is a different matter from personal experience. The old man is in good health, his face lights up when he is excited, and he walks much more briskly. However, the old man was not a talkative person, so he just followed along with a smile.
Not long after walking, everyone saw a salted fish trotting after him. He ran a few steps, jumped, coughed, and even had sparks... It felt like watching a miniature version of the fire-breathing dragon in the M country blockbuster. .
As soon as this guy ran over, he saw Fang Zheng taking off the black cloth on his body and laying it out.
After the salted fish and Fang Zheng stared at each other for a while, they lay down obediently. Then Fang Zheng wrapped the salted fish in black cloth and hung it on his body.
Ever since, a strange bald monk appeared on the road, carrying a black cloth bag on his back. The point is, as he walked, black smoke and sparks would emit from the small holes in the black cloth bag...
Basong frowned and said, "Master, the thing you are carrying is breathing fire."
Fang Zheng said: "It's okay. It's inevitable to eat too much. Just drink more water when you go back..."
Fang Zheng had no intention of hiding the fact that Salted Fish ate the cake. Anyway, if you think about it carefully, you will understand it.
Basong was secretly dumbfounded when he heard this. He had always considered himself very high, thinking that he had reached the top of the world in martial arts. But after meeting Fang Zheng, he suddenly felt that his little martial arts was a bit ridiculous... Never mind that, the more he came into contact with this monk, the more surprised he was to find that every move of this monk seemed to break his understanding of the world. Know.
Basong followed Fang Zheng, opened his cell phone and secretly looked up the word "Fang Zheng". As soon as he checked, the more he looked, the more cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he thought in his heart: "Oh my God, thank you that I didn't continue to commit suicide, otherwise how could I die?" Don’t even know! At the same time, he became more and more hopeful about his revenge. His eyes looked at Fang Zheng with a little more awe, but also a little more admiration and fanaticism.
There is no way. As a native of T country, I have been influenced by Buddhist culture since I was a child, so I naturally have a good impression of monks. Now that I see these, I am already shocked.
Just when Basong was calling out to the Living Buddha, the Living Buddha in front of him took out his mobile phone and instantly tore the beautiful picture in his mind to pieces!
Basong looked at Fang Zheng with great resentment...
Fang Zheng ignored him and dialed the number Jing Yan gave him. The other party's voice was very respectful. After asking for Fang Zheng's location, a young man in a suit and ties ran over. As soon as he saw him Fang Zheng nodded and bowed, then turned around and didn't see the salute. Then he gave up trying to be attentive and went to go through the immigration formalities with Fang Zheng's ID.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Zheng asked Xiaoxun, Grandpa Xiaoxun and the old lady: "Amitabha, several donors, what are your arrangements next?"
Xiaoxun's grandfather said: "We have things to deal with here, so we won't join in the fun with the master. I am an old man, and I always feel that I have seen all the true and false in this world. I didn't know until I met the master today. , what I have seen over the years is nothing but a dream. Master, I have really learned a lesson this time, so I say goodbye."
After Xiaoxun's grandfather finished speaking, he turned around and left with Xiaoxun without any clothes or water, which was quite a bit like the free and uninhibited attitude of the ancient warriors. The same goes for Xiaoxun. She stepped forward with her long legs and followed closely, as if this magical monk who suddenly broke into her life was just a passer-by. Her chic ponytail swung behind her head, as if following Fang Zheng. Say goodbye.
Fang Zheng put his hands together in front of the two of them and sang a Buddhist chant as a farewell. Then Fang Zheng looked at the old lady and said with a smile: "Donor, where are you?"
The old lady chuckled and said: "I'm fine. It's just that I suddenly encountered this. I feel that my life has become much more exciting and I have become much younger. You are busy with your work, I will have someone to take care of you."
Fang Zheng said: "It's better for the donor to leave as soon as possible. It will be troublesome for the police to react."
The old lady chuckled and didn't seem to take him seriously, but she left quickly. However, before leaving, she gave Fang Zheng a business card and said that she would contact him frequently in the future.
Fang Zheng looked at the card in his hand that looked like it was made of jasmine flowers. He was quite surprised and said with a smile: "This old donor is still old-hearted, and he actually used such a unique business card." There was not much introduction on the business card, there was only one The simple name is Wu Moli, followed by a phone number. That’s all…
Basong glanced at it and also smiled: "Modern people don't look at their face to age, but at their heart. If the heart is not old, the person is not old."
"You know this aspect quite clearly. The poor monk thought you had been living in hatred." Fang Zheng said with a smile.
Basong sighed: "If I hadn't met my master, I would indeed have fallen into hatred and been unable to extricate myself. For so many years, my master has led me to practice jujitsu and understand life at the same time... Unfortunately, I can never do what the master said. That way, let go of what needs to be let go.”
Fang Zheng had a look of relief on his face. If no one was there to guide him, Fang Zheng really didn't believe that Basong could endure it for so many years before taking action. To be able to keep a person who had shouldered such a blood debt quiet for so many years made Fang Zheng a little curious about what kind of person Basong's master was.
At this moment, the young man came back and happily took Fang Zheng on a Great Wall car and went straight to the hotel.
"Great Wall? This friend of yours doesn't have much money." Basong whispered beside him.
Fang Zheng looked at the tricycle outside the window and said with a smile, "That convertible is pretty good."
Basong immediately rolled his eyes. He found that when talking to this monk, he often didn't talk at all, and his brain circuits were not on the same line. But he also understood that Fang was telling him that he didn't care what kind of car it was.
But the young man gave up and immediately said: "If you need it, as long as you can call a car of a certain brand, I can get it. Although we are not local gangsters here, we are not short of money. But the eldest lady said , Master may not like foreign products, so I specially bought this car. This can be regarded as supporting domestic production... "
Basong originally wanted to say that this young man was bragging.
But when the car drove into a luxurious manor, he decisively chose to shut up!
He didn't know how much land the manor occupied. Anyway, you couldn't see the end of the wall just at the entrance. When you entered the manor, you were directly greeted by a sea of flowers and lawns... It seemed like the manor had its own golf course!
Basong is not someone like Fang Zheng who has never seen the world. Such a large manor is still in Hanoi! Although YN is not as developed as Huaxia, it is also its capital! Here, every inch of land is at a premium, and such a large piece of land... Thinking about the backer behind it, Basong subconsciously rubbed his brows, feeling that he could no longer understand this monk.
(End of chapter)