The granny appeared even more excited. Clearly, she had recognized Fangzheng from the beginning and had never doubted his abilities. However, not having doubts and experiencing it personally were two different things. The granny was in good health, and her face glowed with excitement. She even walked a lot more briskly. However, she wasn't a talkative person, so she followed with a chuckle.
After walking for a short while, everyone saw a salted fish jog over. He would jump and cough every few steps, producing sparks … It was like watching a miniature version of the fire-spewing dragon from Merica.
The moment the fellow ran over, he saw Fangzheng take off the black cloth and lay it down.
After staring at Fangzheng for a while, Salted Fish obediently lay down. Then, Fangzheng wrapped Salted Fish in the black cloth and hung it over his body.
Hence, there was an additional strange bald monk on the road. He carried a black cloth bag on his back, and more importantly, as he walked, the black cloth bag would spew out black smoke and sparks.
Ong frowned. "Master, the thing you are carrying is spewing fire."
Fangzheng said, "It's fine. It's inevitable when one eats too much. Just drink more water when you get back. "
Fangzheng didn't plan on hiding the fact that Salted Fish had eaten the cake. After all, anyone in the know would understand if they thought about it carefully.
Ong clicked his tongue when he heard that. He had always thought highly of himself, believing that he had once reached the pinnacle of martial arts. But after meeting Fangzheng, he suddenly felt that his bit of martial arts was a joke. But that wasn't all. The more he interacted with the monk, the more astonished he was to realize that the monk's every action seemed to shatter his understanding of the world.
Ong followed behind Fangzheng and secretly searched for Fangzheng's name on his cell phone. The more he searched, the more he broke out into a cold sweat. He exclaimed inwardly, "Holy sh * t, thankfully I didn't continue courting death. Otherwise, I wouldn't even know how I died!" At the same time, he was filled with hope for his revenge. The way he looked at Fangzheng was more reverent, but there was also a hint of worship and fanaticism.
There was no other way about it. As a citizen of Country T, he had been influenced by Buddhist culture from a young age, so he naturally had a good impression of monks. Now that he saw all of this, he was astonished.
Just as Ong was cheering for a living Buddha, the living Buddha in front of him took out his cell phone and instantly shattered the beautiful image in his heart!
Ong looked at Fangzheng resentfully.
Fangzheng ignored him. Instead, he dialed the number Jing Yan had given him. The person on the other end of the line sounded very respectful. After asking for Fangzheng's location, it didn't take long for a young man in a suit to run over. The moment he saw Fangzheng, he nodded and bowed. Then, when he didn't see any luggage, he gave up trying to please Fangzheng. He brought Fangzheng's documents to handle the immigration procedures.
Taking this opportunity, Fangzheng asked Xiaoxun, Xiaoxun's grandfather, and the granny, "Amitabha. Patrons, what do you plan to do next?"
Xiaoxun's grandfather said, "We have matters to settle here, so we won't be joining in the fun with Master. I'm just a bag of old bones, I always feel that I've seen the truth and falsehood of this world, but today I've seen Grandmaster, only then do I realize that what I've seen all these years is nothing more than an illusion. Great Master, I've really learned a lot this time. Farewell. "
After Xiaoxun's grandfather said that, he turned around and left with Xiaoxun. He didn't drag his clothes, and he had the carefree and uninhibited manner of ancient warriors. It was the same for Xiaoxun. She strode forward and followed closely behind. It was as though the miraculous monk who had suddenly barged into her life was nothing more than a passerby. Her ponytail swayed behind her as though she was saying goodbye to Fangzheng.
Fangzheng pressed his palms together and gave a Buddhist proclamation as a way of sending them off. Then, Fangzheng looked at the granny and smiled. "Patron, what about you?"
The granny chuckled. "I'm fine. I just feel that life has become a lot more interesting after this sudden encounter. I feel a lot younger as well. Do what you need to do. I have someone to pick me up. "
Fangzheng said, "Patron, it's best you leave as soon as possible. It will be troublesome when the police react."
The granny chuckled as though she thought nothing of it. However, she quickly bade farewell. Before she left, she stuffed a name card into Fangzheng's hand, telling him to keep in touch.
Fangzheng looked at the card that looked like it was made of jasmine and was somewhat astonished. He said with a smile, "This old patron sure is young at heart despite her age. She actually used such a unique name card." There wasn't much introduction on the name card. All it had was a simple name — Wu Moli. Behind it was a phone number. That was all.
Ong took a glance and smiled. "In modern times, age isn't determined by one's looks, but by one's heart. As long as one's heart isn't old, one won't age. "
"You sure know a lot about this. This Penniless Monk thought you had been living in hatred all this time," Fangzheng said with a smile.
Ong sighed. "If I hadn't met my master, I would've indeed sunk into hatred, unable to extricate myself. All these years, it was my master who brought me along to practice jiu jitsu and gain insights into life. Unfortunately, I'm unable to let go of what needs to be let go like my master said. "
Fangzheng wore a look of relief. If there wasn't someone guiding him, Fangzheng didn't believe Ong would've endured for so many years before taking action. To be able to keep a person with such a blood debt silent for so many years, Fangzheng was a little curious about what sort of person Ong's master was.
At this moment, the young man returned and happily led Fangzheng to a Great Wall City bus that headed straight for the hotel.
"Great Wall City? This friend of yours doesn't have much money, "Ong whispered.
Fangzheng looked at the tricycle outside the window and smiled. "That convertible isn't bad."
Ong immediately rolled his eyes. He realized that he often didn't have the same thoughts when speaking to the monk. Their minds weren't on the same wavelength. However, he also knew that Fangzheng was telling him that he didn't care what kind of car it was.
However, the young man wasn't having any of it. He immediately said, "If Master needs it, I can get it for you as long as you can name the brand. Although we aren't the local tyrants, we aren't lacking in money. However, Missy said that Master might not like foreign goods, so I specially got this car. It's also a way of supporting local products. "
Ong originally wanted to say that the young man was bragging.
But when the car drove into a luxurious manor, he decisively chose to shut up.
He didn't know how big the manor was, but he couldn't see the end of the wall at the entrance. Once he entered the manor, there was a sea of flowers and a lawn. It was as though the manor had its own golf course!
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