Red Boy pricked up his brows. He knew that Salted Fish had guessed his plan and was using paper to deal with it. However, Red Boy had no intention of changing. As long as he used paper, he definitely wouldn't lose. Salted Fish was a wily old fox and a hooligan. He had many ideas, so there was no need for him to take the risk.
In the second round, it was paper again!
The third round was still paper!
The fourth round!
Paper!
Fifth round!
Paper!
…
Fangzheng looked at the two stubborn fellows and shook his head. He yawned and said, "Let them slowly compete. Jingzhen, Jingfa, Jingkuan, don't watch. Go to the front yard to take a look. There has been a lot of incense offerings recently. Don't slack off. "
The three fellows thought that the two fellows wouldn't have an outcome anytime soon, so they nodded and left.
Fangzheng shook his head and returned to his meditation room.
That day, the visitors that came to One Finger Monastery didn't see Salted Fish or Venerable Jingxin. All they heard was the constant sound of rock, paper, scissors in the backyard. Unfortunately, visitors were forbidden from entering the backyard, so everyone could only keep their questions to themselves.
When the sun was high in the sky, Fangzheng began eating with Squirrel, Monkey, and Lone Wolf. By the side, Red Boy and Salted Fish were still shouting rock, paper, scissors with reddened eyes.
"Master, are we really not letting them eat?" Squirrel asked.
Fangzheng shook his head and said, "It's rare for them to find something more important than eating. Let them continue …"
"No, I mean, can I take away the food they aren't eating?" Squirrel whispered.
Fangzheng: "…"
At the same time, the sound of rock, paper, scissors came to an abrupt halt!
The next moment, with two whooshing sounds, Red Boy and Salted Fish took their positions. Then, they quickly finished their meals and ran back to their original spot to continue playing rock, paper, scissors.
In the evening, Fangzheng and Monkey struck the bell and drum under the watchful eyes of everyone. The backyard was still rock-paper-scissors.
In the middle of the night, Fangzheng was sleeping soundly as the rock-paper-scissors continued playing outside.
Fangzheng turned around and continued sleeping.
The next day, the moment Fangzheng woke up, he had a nagging feeling that something was amiss. After thinking all day, he realized why there wasn't any rock-paper-scissors outside.
Fangzheng pushed open the door out of curiosity and prepared to investigate.
In the end, when he opened the door, he saw Red Boy sitting at the entrance of the kitchen, drinking big bowls of Unrooted Clean Aqua. From the looks of it, it was as if he was drinking wine. It was extremely refreshing and domineering. It was unknown if he was happy that he had won or if he had lost his temper.
Fangzheng walked over and asked, "Who won?"
Just as he said that, he heard footsteps coming from the door. Following that, he saw Salted Fish with a cane on his shoulder. There was a tiny black cloth bag hanging from the cane, and he looked like he was about to set off. He had a smug smile on his face, and the moment he saw Fangzheng, he asked with a smile, "Reverend, when are we setting off?"
Upon seeing this, Fangzheng understood that Salted Fish had won. However, he was curious. How did Salted Fish win? Logically speaking, as long as Red Boy kept playing, there was no possibility of him losing!
Fangzheng looked curiously at Red Boy and asked.
Red Boy's eyes welled with tears as he angrily pointed at Salted Fish. "Master, this salted fish is a jerk! Too scheming! "
"Hey, hey, hey. Jingxin, you can't speak ill of me. I'm pure and innocent. You were clearly the one who schemed … "Salted Fish scoffed.
Fangzheng waved his hand to get him to shut up and let Red Boy continue.
Red Boy said, "This old bastard played with me for a day and night. Suddenly, he stuck his butt out and picked up the fish's tail with scissors! I want to curse … "
With that said, Red Boy's face was covered in tears. He grabbed the huge bowl and gulped it down.
Fangzheng was enlightened. It was no wonder Salted Fish, who was usually intelligent, would suddenly jump into such an obvious trap. This fellow had been scheming against Red Boy! It was truly the case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Each was more scheming than the other!
However, Fangzheng had to admit defeat. He still had to bring Salted Fish down the mountain.
Salted Fish exclaimed, "Reverend, I don't need to play dead this time, right?"
Fangzheng shook his head and said, "No. Although you have already made it public, This Penniless Monk doesn't wish to be surrounded by people. A salted fish that can walk and talk is much rarer than a panda. It's best you obediently play dead. When we reach the place, you can come down and move around. "
Helpless, Salted Fish could only obediently stuff his tiny luggage into the Meru scales. Then, he lay down on the ground and played dead.
Fangzheng prepared some food again and stuffed it into Salted Fish's Meru scales. Finally, he found the black cloth and wrapped Salted Fish up.
After everything was done, Fangzheng snapped his fingers and said, "Prepare to leave!"
"Master, before we leave, should we take the money?" Squirrel pointed at the pile of money under the bodhi tree. It was the money that Salted Fish sat on the offering table every day and had people throw it at him.
Monkey pointed at the Merit Box and said, "There should be quite a bit of money here."
Fangzheng thought for a moment and finally shook his head. "Let's not look at it for now. I'll open the box at the end of the month. Let's see a big one!"
With that said, Fangzheng carried Salted Fish down the mountain.
Lone Wolf followed behind and watched the two leave. He mumbled. "I have a feeling that if Master leaves for too long, he will run out of rations. The two of them will starve."
"Why?" Squirrel asked curiously.
Lone Wolf said very seriously, "Because Master didn't bring his wallet!"
"He didn't bring his wallet? Then how does he go south? How does he leave the country? "Squirrel asked in surprise.
On the road at the foot of Mt. One Finger, there was a whirring sound that resembled a flaming wheel or a speeding motorcycle. Following that, a white-robed monk rode a salted fish and ran off!
If someone were to take a closer look, they would definitely see that Salted Fish was on the brink of tears!
"Reverend, didn't we agree not to be in the limelight or be watched?" Salted Fish wailed.
Fangzheng said, "That's right. That's why This Penniless Monk wants you to run faster. Even if you are discovered, no one will be able to catch up and watch."
Salted Fish: "…"
Salted Fish had a hunch that Fangzheng had a motive for choosing him and Red Boy. It was to save money!
Salted Fish ran out of One Finger Village and headed straight for Songwu County.
Midway, Fangzheng's cell phone rang.
"Amitabha. Hello, Patron Jing." Fangzheng came down and picked up the call.
Salted Fish rolled his eyes. "There's no need to stop to pick up a call, right? I can run all the way to Songwu County in one go. Once we're there, I'll have some tea and you can chat slowly. "
Fangzheng rolled his eyes at him. "Don't drive while talking on the phone. Do you understand the traffic rules?"
Salted Fish scoffed and mumbled. "Why didn't you say that you were speeding?" He regretted it the moment he said that. He didn't dare let Fangzheng hear him. He stole a glance at Fangzheng, but he didn't seem to hear him! He immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
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