However, Song Yuhe was still under the pressure of fear of death and had to work hard to suppress his anger and asked: "Chinese medicine or Western medicine?"
Fang Zheng smiled lightly, stared into Song Yuhe's eyes, and said, "Medical skills."
"Yes, I know. I'm asking you, do you want to talk about Chinese medicine or Western medicine?" Song Yuhe asked again.
As a result, Fang Zheng was still repeating: "Medical skills."
"Master, please stop being ridiculous, okay? There are many kinds of medical skills, but the most common ones on the market are Chinese medicine and Western medicine. Everything has a focus, and the focus is different. Naturally, the lectures are different, and the audiences are also different." Song Yuhe said impatiently asked.
However, Fang Zheng still said calmly: "Medical skills."
Song Yuhe was completely furious, and shouted angrily for the first time: "Can you answer my question? Don't tell me, you plan to tell me everything?"
Song Yuhe just sprayed it casually, but regretted it after spraying. The monk in front of me was weird. If he was a ghost or something, he would most likely be blamed for this with his roar.
However, dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water. Even after shouting, he admitted it. He stuck his neck and stared at Fang Zheng, waiting for the result.
Fang Zheng smiled and nodded: "Yes."
"Uh..." Song Yuhe was suddenly confused and looked at Fang Zheng as if he were a monster. He really wanted to crack open the monk's brain and see how he worked. Tell the whole story? He chuckled. No one in the world could teach all the medical skills in one lecture. Even a small point in medical skills may not be fully explained.
Song Yuhe looked at Fang Zheng like an idiot and said, "Master, do you know how long this will take?"
Fang Zheng said: "It has been a long time, so the poor monk is ready to imitate the ancients and preach the scriptures."
When Song Yuhe heard this, he almost lost his breath and choked to death. The heart says: Hey! The more the monk asked, the more he asked, and the more he spoke, the more incredible it became. Learn from the ancients and preach the scriptures? Why don't you go to heaven
Among the ancients who could do this, who was not the founder of a sect? Is there even a second thought? On the other hand, in fairy tales, there are immortals who preach and preach the Dharma, attracting countless demons and ghosts to worship them.
Thinking of monsters and monsters, Song Yuhe suddenly trembled, and suddenly remembered that the monk in front of him seemed to be no ordinary thing!
Thinking of this, Song Yuhe looked at Fang Zheng, and was shocked to find that Fang Zheng was missing!
It seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, with no one around. Looking down at the ground, I gasped! Because where Fangzheng was standing just now, there was not a single footprint on the snow! So, what was Fang just standing on? Could it be...
Thinking of this, Song Yuhe's hair stood on end, turned around and ran away. He is also old, but his body is very well maintained and he usually walks quickly. Now he is running at the speed of a flying man...
After Song Yuhe ran away, Fang Zheng released Yimeng Huangliang's magical power, wiped his nose, and muttered: "This is the first time I try so hard to show off, I hope I'm not pretending in vain."
After saying that, Fang Zheng turned around and went back to Yizhi Temple. As soon as he entered the door, Fang Zheng was surrounded by a group of disciples. They all stared at him with wide eyes, as if to say: "You still know how to come back? Where did you die?"
Among all the angry glances, only Squirrel's gaze was slightly different, so Fangzheng chose to ask Squirrel: "Jingkuan, do you have something to say?"
"Master, when you went down the mountain alone, didn't you think about us? We were so worried about you! But what about you? You went down the mountain for so long and didn't bring us anything delicious back. Are you worthy of us?" Squirrel said indignantly.
When Fang Zheng heard about it, he thought that Squirrel had changed his gender and his thoughts had finally caught up with the party organization. As soon as the next words came out, Fang Zheng realized that the squirrel was still the same squirrel. He had overestimated the squirrel...
"Master, you are so shameless. You ran away alone. You also created a cover-up here. Are you afraid that we will follow you? Tell me honestly, did you go to steal some delicious food?" Hong Boyer He clasped his little hands behind his back and said angrily.
Lone Wolf also said: "Master, you used to take one of us with you wherever you went, but this time you went down the mountain alone. There must be something wrong."
The monkey said: "Master, I think you should do it."
Xianyu coughed dryly and said, "Master, as a senior, I have to remind you that you will starve if you offend the public."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Well, you have said a lot, and you have said it very well. So, you continue to speak. My teacher also continues to listen, in order to show that our Yizhi Temple is a free , open, democratic monastery. We are different!”
Hearing what Fang Zheng said, several little guys suddenly became excited, especially the little squirrel, who shouted indignantly: "Master, you can go down the mountain alone, but you must tell us. Look, because I am worried about you. After a while, I became hungry and thin.”
Fang Zheng: “…”
The lone wolf then shouted: "And me, I'm also thin from hunger. If it weren't for the hair holding me up, I wouldn't be able to tell. I'm too embarrassed to come out, but... you don't need to call me when you go down the mountain."
Monkey said: "Master, I haven't lost weight, but I think you should consider our feelings."
Xianyu also shouted: "You have the nerve to say it? Master went down the mountain alone. I was worried. The more I worry, the heavier the burden will be. The heavier the burden, the faster I will get hungry..."
…
Fang Zheng listened with a smile and asked Hong Boy to cook.
Dinner will be served soon...
"Keep talking, Master, listen. Master values freedom very much. You have reasons to speak." Fang Zheng sat there, eating a meal with vegetables, and spoke righteously.
However, across the table, several little things stood in a row, looking at Fang Zheng with tearful eyes.
"Master, I was wrong. What I just said was all nonsense. Don't mind." The squirrel shouted.
Xianyu also shouted: "Master, I was wrong too. From now on, I will definitely follow your lead and whatever you say will be taken. Oh, eat slowly. Leave a bite for me..."
The pitiful screams continued, but Fang Zheng ate extremely happily and said with a smile: "Don't be like this, our temple attaches great importance to freedom of speech. You continue to speak, my master is listening..."
When several little guys heard this, they shouted in their hearts with tears in their eyes: Freedom of speech is so stupid! Is this also called freedom? Is this hegemony? Woo woo woo…
Pu Mingdai came down from the mountain and immediately ran to Heishan City to find his master Pu Changming.
There was a chair, a cup of tea, and a man in black loose traditional clothing sat cross-legged, drinking tea quietly. Although the old man's hair is a bit gray, there is a ray of light in his squinted eyes, like a knife, with a cold light...
Ps: Due to the unstable coding time in the past two days, the update time has changed a lot. I have no choice but to work hard and be on time as much as possible. Even if it is not on time, I will make sure to update it.
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