Hong Hai'er frowned and thought to himself: Why is this dead fish so troublesome? Just as he was about to say something, he saw that Fang Zheng was not angry at all. He took a bamboo pole with an iron hook hanging on it. He threw the hook in front of Xianyu and said, "It's okay if you don't go in, or you can bite this hook." , should I pick you out?"
Xianyu's face turned even darker when he saw it. Damn, do you really think he is a dead fish? Subconsciously, he imagined the scene in which Fang Zheng put a bamboo pole on his shoulder with a hook hanging on it, and a large salted fish hung on the hook. It trembled when it walked, and spun when the wind blew. Xianyu couldn't help but shudder, put away his crutches, and lay directly on the black cloth bag. He looked like he was about to go to the execution ground to die generously, and shouted: "Come on!"
When Fang Zheng saw this, he smiled and thought to himself: "Can't I deal with you anymore?"
After finishing speaking, Fang Zheng rolled up the salted fish layer by layer with black cloth, and then swung it behind him. The two ends were straddled diagonally from his shoulders and tied tightly on his chest.
"Master, are you really going to carry him out?" Hong Hai'er couldn't help but ask, this treatment is too good! He doesn't even get this treatment.
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "Of course, otherwise something will happen sooner or later if a salted fish wanders around."
"Master, then open your mouth for me and let me look outside." Xianyu shouted from inside the black cloth bag. Not to mention that lying in the black cloth bag was quite comfortable except for being a little suffocating. It feels like a high-end bullock cart.
Fang Zheng didn't know what Xianyu was thinking. If he knew that Xianyu compared him to a cow, he would probably not go down the mountain today and would just fight Xianyu.
Hearing Xianyu shouting, Fang Zheng asked Honghai'er to make an opening where the fish's eyes were.
Red Boy's hands and feet are nimble, and his nails are as sharp as knives. He easily makes a perfect cut, just enough to expose the fish's eyes. For those who don't know, at first glance, they would think that there is a precious aphrodisiac inlaid on the black cloth bag. Woolen cloth! By now, Xianyu was completely relieved, knowing that the monk really wanted to take him down the mountain. Thinking of this, Xianyu smiled proudly: "As expected, so what if I lied to him? Hehe..."
However, Xianyu wasn't proud for a while. The next moment, Fang Zheng picked up the bamboo pole and picked something up with the hook, but due to the angle, Xianyu couldn't see it. However, as soon as Fangzheng touched the thing, the lone wolf, squirrel, monkey, and red boy who were standing nearby ran away, as if they were avoiding the plague. Suddenly, Xianyu instinctively felt that this was not a good thing!
The next moment, Xianyu's idea was confirmed.
He saw a pair of smelly shoes being picked up by a hook on a bamboo pole and landed directly in the hollow in front of his eyes! When the wind blows, the smell comes in along the entrance of the cave! Xianyu felt a smell even saltier than his coming in, and he suddenly felt like he was suffocating! My eyes are turning white subconsciously!
Xianyu yelled: "Oh! What does this smell like?!"
Xianyu really doesn't know what this smell is. Those who can go to Lingshan are either Buddha, Bodhisattva, or Arhat. These people's bodies are dust-free and have no peculiar smell. Ordinary people who can climb Lingshan Mountain are all accomplished practitioners. Naturally, they will not go up the mountain with a stench all over their body. They will bathe and change clothes cleanly to worship the Buddha.
Therefore, the salted fish was not mentally prepared for the smell of stinky feet. He just felt as if a hundred thousand rotten eggs were fermenting at the same time. The smell made him want to vomit!
"Stop shouting, those are the shoes of a poor monk. When you go out, always bring something spare." Fang Zheng said.
"Can't you wrap him up?" Xianyu tried hard to hold his breath, but when he opened his mouth, the taste poured into his mouth. He tasted the taste with his tongue, and his uncomfortable stomach began to twist.
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. These shoes have a strong smell. They need to be blown by the wind, otherwise they won't be comfortable to wear."
"You feel comfortable, but I'm about to die! Take it away quickly!" Xianyu shouted.
Fang Zheng said: "There is no place to take it, so just make do with it. We are going out soon. Remember, shut up and don't move. Otherwise, if you make any noise, I will send you back. You will never go out again." ”
After smelling it for a while, Xianyu couldn't hold it any longer and tried to hold his breath, but the smell seemed to be magical, lingering in his mind and refusing to go away. Xianyu thought to himself, "Is this the legendary One Stinking Thousand Years?"
Seeing that he was about to step into the Wuxiang Gate, Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes. He really didn't believe that this salted fish could bear it.
Sure enough, the moment Fang Zheng was about to push the Wuxiang door open, Xianyu shouted: "I'm convinced! Just stuff your things into my Sumeru scales! I can't accept it! It's murder!"
Fang Zheng was immediately happy, and quickly took down all kinds of food hanging on his chest, and asked: "How to put them?"
When Xianyu saw this, he understood everything. This damn thief Bald was using these smelly shoes to force him to submit. Sure enough, he was a shameless person who met a shameless person, but in the end he was still no match for him! The words were out of his mouth and he couldn't take them back, so Xianyu gritted his teeth and said: "You just need to put it in and hand it over, and I will naturally help you put it away. Just tell me what you want to take." Just hold it out and I'll let it out for you. But you have to make a hole in this cloth bag. You can't touch my hand, and I can't give it to you."
Fang Zheng was overjoyed when he heard it. He quickly took off the cloth bag and made another hole. But here comes the problem. If he does it this way, Xianyu will be tied upright behind his back. If he wants to get something, he will have to reach his hands awkwardly behind his back, which is very troublesome. If you hang the salted fish upside down behind your back, although it is convenient, the salted fish will not work anymore.
After much thought, Fang Zheng finally tied the salted fish to his waist like a dagger. When outsiders look at it, they see Fangzheng wearing white monk robes, a black cloth strip wrapped around his waist, and a black dagger-like package hanging on his back! For those who don't know, no one would think that it was a salted fish. They would only think that this ancient monk was carrying a short knife. After all, the shape of the fish is somewhat similar to the knife.
With such a bundle, if Fangzheng wanted to pick up something, it would be easy. He would just touch it on his lower back and get it. He tried putting the food in and then taking it out, going back and forth several times. Fangzheng had a great time.
"Have you had enough fun?" Xianyu shouted impatiently.
Fang Zheng smiled awkwardly and took off the smelly shoes. Seeing this, Xianyu's face suddenly became extremely ugly. Thinking that this piece of shit was going to be stuffed into his scales, he probably would no longer be a salty fish in the future, but would probably become a salty fish. ! But it’s better than smoking him in front of you, admit it! However, the next moment, he saw Fang Zheng throwing the shoes aside, asking Hong Boy to look at them, don't lose them, and make it clear that they will be used in the future.
Seeing this, Xianyu's face turned even darker. Sure enough, these shabby shoes were made to disgust him, and they were intended to be used for a long time! This thief was bald, so he wasn't afraid of exposing himself to the embarrassment. He didn't even bother to deal with it, so he forced him to submit in front of him, threw down his shoes, and left! Xianyu couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "When did the Buddha become blind? Why did he accept such a shameless guy as a monk? Alas..." While sighing, he completely forgot that he was a smelly little guy brought back by the Buddha. Face of salted fish…
Fang Zheng pushed open the Wuxiang Door, and the next moment, his eyes were filled with darkness.
(End of chapter)