The moment Red Shirt said that, he pulled the trigger.
Upon seeing this scene, everyone's heart sank. This was an AK47! At such a close distance, even a steel plate would be smashed! This monk was probably going to die!
However, just as this thought arose, it was shattered by a series of clanging sounds. They were shocked to see the AK47 sweep the monk's tattered kasaya. The bullets were like ping-pong balls that had landed on a sponge. Their strength was instantly reduced as they fell to the ground with a thud.
Red Shirt refused to have his beliefs shaken. He kept sweeping upwards, and when he reached his neck and head that weren't covered by clothes, sparks flew as the bullets landed on the ground with clanging sounds. Everyone's mouths widened as they watched this scene unfold. It was as though a huge pear could be stuffed inside. At that moment, they were already at a loss for words. This scene was just too exciting, too strange, and too unbelievable!
Be it religious figures or not, they felt as though their worldview had collapsed!
There was no bulletproof vest on that shiny head, but he had managed to withstand a close-range shot from an AK47. This … was something that couldn't be explained with common sense.
Instantly, the words of a Chinese religious figure flashed through many people's minds. "That's China's living Buddha. He has divine powers and is like a real Buddha!"
Previously, they felt that the Chinese were very foolish when they said those words. They felt that Fangzheng, a cheat monk, was very successful in China, and they felt that the Chinese government was incompetent in allowing such a cheat to do as he pleased.
But now, they subconsciously looked up into the sky. However, what they saw wasn't a ceiling, but a tiny patch of blue sky. They recalled a Chinese idiom: "Looking at the sky from the bottom of a well!" As for them, they were the frogs sitting in the well, arrogantly believing that the palm-sized sky in front of them was everything in the world …
At that moment, be it the politicians, businessmen, or religious figures, they no longer looked at Fangzheng like he was a fool. Instead, they looked at him with fervent fervor! This was a real-life invulnerability! This was a true living Buddha that walked the mortal world! Who wouldn't respect him?
Red Shirt felt like his head was about to explode. He threw away the AK47 in his hand and stared at Fangzheng's shiny head with reddened eyes. Then, he rubbed his eyes and pinched himself. After confirming that he wasn't dreaming, he gritted his teeth and said, "Get the sniper rifle!"
A man immediately brought over a sniper rifle. This sniper rifle was obviously artificially modified. It wasn't one of those world-famous guns. However, a gun that could be used as a sniper rifle was naturally very powerful! At close range, it was even more powerful. Its penetrative power was far stronger than the AK47!
Red Shirt pressed the muzzle to Fangzheng's head. Then, after some thought, he was afraid that the muzzle would explode if he failed. Therefore, he opened up a distance and said, "Monk … Die!"
After Red Shirt said that, he pulled the trigger at Fangzheng, who was focused on saving people!
At that moment, everyone, including Wanderer Tranquil, Xiaoxun, and her grandfather, Chen Daoyuan, who were the most worried about Fangzheng, had a strange feeling. They weren't worried at all! He still wants to watch the show …
Bang!
A gunshot rang out!
Everyone widened their eyes as they looked at the bald and reflective head.
It was unknown who shouted. "I don't think it's enough this time."
Just as that was said, there was a clang as a bullet fell to the ground. Sparks fell from the sky as well.
When everyone saw this, they immediately looked as though they had expected it. The way they looked at Red Shirt turned from horror to pity.
Red Shirt looked at the sniper rifle in his hand and was on the brink of insanity. He threw the sniper rifle and roared. "Hand me a grenade!"
"Go …" Red Shirt wished to tell the monk to die again, but he swallowed the words back just as they reached his mouth. This was because he wasn't confident that he could kill the strange monk with a grenade.
Red Shirt pulled the pin and threw the grenade in front of Fangzheng before rapidly retreating.
At that moment, Fangzheng, who was focused on saving people, finally took action. He stuffed the grenade into his kasaya!
Everyone was stunned when they saw this, thinking, "Does this monk find it uncomfortable to blow it up from such a distance? It's better to keep it close to his body? "
The moment this thought arose, many people were amused by this bizarre thought.
But at the next moment …
Boom!
With a loud boom, everyone clearly saw Fangzheng's kasaya swell up before it calmed down.
When everyone saw this, they shook their heads as though they were saying, "Indeed, these things are useless against him!"
Red Shirt was on the brink of insanity. He couldn't be killed by guns or grenades. What else could he do? Red Shirt ran over and grabbed Fangzheng's clothes, roaring. "What the f * * k are you?"
And at that moment, Fangzheng happened to have healed the Daoist priest, so he seemed to be in a good mood. He pressed his palms together and smiled at Red Shirt. "This Penniless Monk is One Finger Monastery's Fangzheng."
With that said, Fangzheng turned around. Red Shirt couldn't hold Fangzheng back at all, and he instantly broke free. Fangzheng walked towards the last Chinese accomplished monk. Fangzheng knew very well that he didn't have the time to bother with these people. Any later and they would really be dead! Once they died, there was nothing he could do to save them. Therefore, Fangzheng's goal was very clear. He didn't care about anything else.
The accomplished monk's pupils were about to blur, but when he saw Fangzheng walk over, it was unknown if it was because he had regained his last glimmer of hope, but his pupils constricted once again. Furthermore, he smiled at Fangzheng. The corners of his mouth opened slightly as though he was saying, "Amitabha."
Fangzheng returned the bow and squatted down to treat the accomplished monk's gunshot wound. This time, Fangzheng's actions were extremely fast. He tore open the accomplished monk's clothes, quickly took out the bullet, and sutured the wound. The entire process only took three seconds!
His speed left everyone dumbfounded as they looked at Fangzheng with burning gazes!
At this moment, everyone's attention shifted from Fangzheng's invulnerability to weapons to his medical skills! Four people on the brink of death had been pulled back from the brink of death just like that! Finally, he performed surgery on the monk. It was a miracle! They swore that they had never seen such superb medical skills that could bring the dead back to life!
Southeast Asia was right next to China, so they would more or less hear the commotion in China.
At this moment, a businessman exclaimed, "I remember now! Not long ago, a famous doctor from Country H challenged China's TCM doctors, but he was completely trashed by a monk! That monk's name seems to be Fangzheng! "
"I remember now … Back then, I even said that it was China's way of blowing its own trumpet …" A politician said with a bitter smile. When he said that, he felt his face burning. However, he still said it because he felt that some mistakes had to be corrected, and some honor had to be returned to this master!
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