"Oh? How? "Fangzheng asked.
The System said in a tone as though Fangzheng was an idiot, "The reason why the congee took so long is because the ingredients used for the Wordless Laba Congee aren't from your world. It's very troublesome to cook it with mortal fire. But since you don't need to hide your divine powers, you can just get Red Boy to add some ingredients. The speed at which the congee is cooked will naturally increase! You still have half the night. Can't you just change a pot of congee and cook it again? "
Fangzheng slapped his bald head when he heard that. Wasn't that right? It was just a matter of changing a pot of congee! To think that he had such thoughts!
With this in mind, Fangzheng was taken aback as a look of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He pressed his palms together and said silently, "If a pot of congee doesn't work, I'll just change it. Everything in the world is the same! This Penniless Monk was overthinking things! "
At that moment, Fangzheng had completely thought things through. Divine powers were the new pot of congee. He could keep a low profile, but there was no need for him to hide. People didn't know of hell, so they were arrogant and fearless. Since he was here, hell and Paradise would appear once again! He wanted to establish some rules for the evil people of this world … He wanted to change the bad congee of this world!
Fangzheng got Lone Wolf to inform Red Boy about the change of the congee while he returned to the delivery room feeling refreshed. He fell asleep.
The people outside were already excited because of Fangzheng's ruckus. All of them sat by the bonfire and bragged, their saliva flying everywhere. It was as though the person who had flown into the sky wasn't Fangzheng but them.
Just as everyone was chatting, someone suddenly said, "Hehe, Venerable Jingxin is opening the pot!"
Everyone subconsciously looked over when they heard that. They could brag about Fangzheng being a living Buddha for the rest of his life, but eating Laba Congee might only happen once. Therefore, they were more concerned about the survival of the Laba Congee.
They saw Red Boy pour the congee from the pot into a huge wooden bucket. Then, he poured pot after pot of congee into it …
Just as everyone was about to say something, their eyes lit up as they greedily breathed in the air!
"Man … It smells so good!" Dog Song exclaimed. "This smells even better than last year's!"
"Who said that the water in the pot was boiled with water? F * * k, if this is water, what do I usually drink? Horse piss? "
"Why do I feel like what I usually drink is worse than horse piss?" Someone said with tears streaming down his face.
Quite a few people actually resonated with him …
At that moment, Dog Song rushed forward. He was a smart person to begin with. When he saw Red Boy begin to pour out the porridge, he immediately had an idea. He ran over and asked, "Venerable Jingxin, is our porridge done? Can you … give me a bowl? "
As he spoke, Dog Song had already handed over the basin in his hand.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this, and then they cursed at Dog Song. At the same time, they stretched their necks and tensed their legs. As long as Red Boy nodded, they would charge over immediately! Even if they couldn't get first place, they could still get second place! At the very least, he should have some porridge to drink!
Everyone understood that although the nine black pots looked like a lot, there were even more people waiting to eat the porridge! You want some porridge? If he didn't put up a desperate stance, he might not be able to drink it!
However …
"It's done, but the congee is messed up. Master wants This Penniless Monk to take the pot of congee and cook it again," said Red Boy.
When everyone heard that, they immediately became anxious! He said that such fragrant congee was messed up? And he wants to cook it again? This monk was too much of a prodigal!
"Venerable Jingxin, I've traveled the world for so many years, but I've never smelled such fragrant congee. It's so delicious, and you say that it's messed up. You're just not giving the chefs a way out, "a tourist exclaimed.
"That's right. Venerable Jingxin, I'm a chef. I'm not bragging, but I'm a top-notch chef at the best restaurant in Songwu County. I originally thought that I was quite a figure in Songwu County, but when I saw the congee you cooked today, I suddenly felt that what I made was dogsh * t … I know that you monks from One Finger Monastery like to be humble. Our Chinese virtue is also humility, but when you're being humble, can't you give your peers a way out? "a thick-necked man grumbled bitterly.
However, when they heard his complaints, for some reason, everyone felt that it was particularly funny.
"Venerable Jingxin, are you joking? How can such fragrant congee be messed up? If you don't like it, why don't you give it to me? " Dog Song didn't believe it at all. The Laba Congee he had last year tasted about the same. Even if this year's was slightly worse, it was still a top-notch delicacy! There was no such thing as having too much of it. Placing it at home would make it a cornerstone treasure! Would he have to worry about his rural tourism business not having any business in the future?
The others weren't fools either. They immediately said, "That's right. Venerable Jingxin, I think this congee is pretty good. Why don't you give it to us?"
Red Boy looked at everyone who looked like he was clearly done cooking the congee, but he wasn't giving it to them. He even lied to them by saying that it was messed up. Immediately, he felt extremely aggrieved. This was the first time he experienced the feeling of no one believing Fangzheng when he spoke the truth. What the f * * k was Jingfa!
However, everyone was right. Since the congee was messed up, it didn't seem like a big deal to give some to others …
Hence, Red Boy said, "Wait a moment. This Penniless Monk will ask my master. If he allows it, I'll give it to everyone."
Everyone nodded and looked at Red Boy, who was about to leave, with anticipation.
"Master, that's the situation. What do you think?" Red Boy asked.
Fangzheng thought for a moment and said, "We can't finish the Laba Congee even if we keep it. It's not a problem to share some with them. However, there's a limited amount of congee. It's necessary. We can't keep making bad congee endlessly, right? Besides, there are so many people who came with basins. I'm afraid there won't be enough to share … "
Red Boy said, "That's right. That's why I didn't dare agree. Master, you are too cautious. What do you think we should do? "
Fangzheng stroked his chin and smiled. "Don't they think we are lying? Then tell them that those who receive this congee can't receive tomorrow's congee. Choose one out of two, no more! "
Red Boy's eyes lit up when he heard that. He hurriedly nodded. "Let's do that!"
Hence, Red Boy ran off.
Meanwhile, in One Finger Village at the foot of the mountain.
"Police! Police! Over here! Uncle Police, save me! I'm freezing to death! Is anyone doing anything!? "Fang Kui shouted at two passing police cars.
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