When Red Shirt heard that, he turned his head and saw a monk walk in from the side door with a Daoist nun. When he looked behind him, he didn't see his subordinates. A look of puzzlement flashed in his eyes as he looked up slightly. "Bring them here!"
"Yes!" A subordinate walked over and snorted coldly. "The two of you, go over!"
Wanderer Tranquil looked at Fangzheng. Just as Fangzheng was about to say something, he suddenly caught a whiff of the pungent smell of blood. When he saw the corpses strewn across the stage, his eyes immediately turned red! Especially when he saw the monk, Daoist priest, and priest lying on the ground on their last breaths, Fangzheng didn't wait for the person to say a word as he strode over.
"Didn't you say that he knows divine powers? Is he a living Buddha? It's all up to him now, "a monkey-like politician whispered to a Daoist priest.
When the Daoist priest heard that, he glared at him but ignored him.
However, there were quite a number of people who had such thoughts. All of them looked at Fangzheng with contempt. It was as though by despising Fangzheng, they would be freed from the barrel of a gun … Or perhaps, this was a way to release pressure under the pressure of death.
But regardless, Fangzheng didn't have the time to bother with them. Instead, he strode over to the priest closest to him and squatted down.
"Bastard! I told you to go over. Why are you squatting down? "As the terrorist roared angrily, he raised his leg and kicked.
With a thud, Fangzheng remained motionless as he squatted there like a mountain. As for the terrorist, he was sent retreating by the force and fell to the ground. Immediately, his face turned red like a monkey's ass.
When everyone saw this, many of them had smiles in their eyes.
When he saw this, he felt even more infuriated. He hurriedly got up, raised his rifle, and smashed it at the back of Fangzheng's head! He wanted to knock Fangzheng unconscious and drag him to Red Shirt to complete his mission.
"Be careful!" Wanderer Tranquil warned as she went forward to stop them.
"Hold it right there!"
Ka!
A terrorist released the safety and was about to fire.
"Don't. It would be a pity to kill such a beauty." This was the first time Red Shirt had taken the initiative to stop his men from killing. He looked at Wanderer Tranquil with a glimmer of appreciation.
Wanderer Tranquil wanted to stop him, but the robe was too loose. It was a ceremonial robe, making it very inconvenient for her to move.
Furthermore, the man was very experienced. He struck down with the butt of his rifle, preventing Wanderer Tranquil from stopping him in time.
Many people closed their eyes and silently recited all sorts of scriptures. It was a form of praying for Fangzheng. At the same time, there were also people reciting the Transcendence Scriptures. From their point of view, openly defying the Red Demon King's will would likely result in a bullet! But how could a human withstand a spear?
The politicians and businessmen were a little afraid, but there were also some people who were gloating, thinking, "Living Buddha? He was probably going to become a dead Buddha today!
Xiaoxun wanted to go up but was held back by Chen Daoyuan. Going up at this time was tantamount to courting death! Chen Daoyuan spoke softly, "Don't make pointless sacrifices. If you really want to help him, then help him take revenge! There will always be a chance! "
Only then did Xiaoxun calm down. However, her palms were filled with strength, ready to kill at any moment!
Hong Yi watched the scene with interest, but at the next moment …
Dang!
There was the sound of metal clashing as everyone's pupils dilated. They saw the butt of the rifle crack from the impact! The recoil caused the terrorist to fail to grab the rifle, and it flew out!
"What?" Everyone subconsciously cried out.
Even Hong Yi, who had appeared calm all this while, had his expression freeze.
Wanderer Tranquil heaved a sigh of relief. She looked at Fangzheng with a glimmer in her eyes. She realized that the monk in front of her was like a bottomless pit. The more she dug, the more extraordinary things he revealed. It made her want to get to the bottom of it.
As for the human, Fangzheng didn't seem to know that someone had struck him in the head. He inserted two fingers into the wound and pulled out a bullet. Then, he rapidly drew blood and used Buddhistic medicine Spirit Qi to sew up the wound. Then, he slowly got up and walked to the next victim!
When everyone saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded ….
However, the Chinese suddenly came to a realization. Someone said in excitement, "I remember now. Not only is Abbot Fangzheng a living Buddha, but he's also a miracle doctor! He has taken action. That priest can be saved! "
"But why did he save the priest first?" a merchant mumbled.
However, the religious figures couldn't be bothered with him. In their eyes, all lives were equal. How could there be such a thing as saving first and then? Of course, whoever was closest would be saved first.
However, this was only in theory. When the time came, who could really treat all lives as equal?
Therefore, at that moment, be it the religious figures from various Southeast Asian countries or the Western religious figures who came to join in the fun, the way they looked at Fangzheng changed. From the initial mockery, disbelief, and even displeasure. It turned into admiration, respect, and admiration!
Fangzheng's actions weren't only about equality for all lives, but it was also about sacrificing himself for justice! At the very least, they didn't dare stand out to face the ferocious Hong Yi!
However, they didn't know that Fangzheng didn't have so many thoughts flashing through his mind. His medical skills had long exceeded this era. It was the medical skills of mortals taught by Bodhisattva! With a sweep of his gaze, he could tell who was more seriously injured and who needed treatment as soon as possible. How could he ensure that everyone could survive!?
He had taken action based on this principle, but even if he knew, he would only smile and tacitly agree. There was no reason for him to spit out the honor he had obtained …
Fangzheng walked to the second injured person. It was an old Vietnamese monk. The old monk wasn't too seriously injured, but he was too old and could pass away at any moment. Fangzheng walked over and immediately squatted down to check his injuries.
At that moment, Hong Yi said, "Monk, aren't you afraid of death?"
Everyone's hearts tightened. They knew that Hong Yi was finally going to take action! Everyone broke out into a cold sweat for Fangzheng.
However, Fangzheng didn't even raise his head. "Shut up first. This Penniless Monk needs to save people."
The moment that was said, everyone was dumbfounded!
They had thought of countless possible answers from Fangzheng. There were begging for mercy, reasoning, or talking about the Buddhist Dharma … However, no one expected this seemingly weak and handsome monk to be so ferocious! He had directly shut the demon king up!
Everyone looked at Hong Yi.
Hong Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "Monk, I'm very angry. The consequences will be dire."
"Can you not speak?" Fangzheng didn't even think as he impatiently waved his hand. Then, he faced Hong Yi with his butt.
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