"Abbot Fangzheng, let me tell you. This matter isn't a joke. You're not allowed to disappear! " County Head Qi knew Fangzheng too well. He had come so many times, and Fangzheng had disappeared almost every time. Therefore, he decided to warn Fangzheng first.
Fangzheng was speechless … He suddenly realized that it wasn't good to be understood by others.
However, Fangzheng smiled sinisterly. He didn't say that he wouldn't disappear.
At that moment, County Head Qi received a call. Something urgent had happened, so he quickly bade farewell and left.
Once the county head left, Fangzheng hurriedly closed the monastery's door. Then, he gathered his disciples and said, "Salted Fish, if the government comes, just cooperate with them. As for the rest, no matter who asks, just say that I'm not here! Yes, This Penniless Monk really isn't here! "
Just as the disciples were about to say something, they heard someone knock on the door!
Fangzheng was taken aback as he hurriedly said, "No matter who wants to see me, just say that This Penniless Monk isn't here!"
With that said, Fangzheng ran to the backyard and secretly leaned against the wall to see the situation.
Monkey and the other disciples wore helpless looks, but Monkey still went to open the monastery's door. There were so many people listening to the lecture and looking at the stone slabs outside. Now that Salted Fish was gone, they naturally turned their attention to One Finger Monastery.
If One Finger Monastery continued to close its door, it would be a little inappropriate.
The moment the door opened, a group of devotees surged in. Incense smoke soared into the sky like an azure dragon soaring into the sky. It was extremely eye-catching.
The disciples also got busy. Some sold incense, some maintained order, some acted cute, some took pictures … They were very busy.
When Fangzheng saw this, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief. "Thankfully, nothing happened."
However, just as he said that, Fangzheng saw a strange person walk into the monastery.
This person's skin was tanned, and his brows were tightly furrowed. He carried a huge green canvas bag on his back, and he held it in one hand as though there was something very important inside!
Fangzheng pricked up his brows and was somewhat curious. After some thought, he jumped off the wall and used A Golden Millet Dream to walk out.
"White Shirt said that the more people who die, the higher the reward. The closer the person who dies is to Fangzheng, the higher the reward … What if Fangzheng is killed? " White Shirt's voice still sounded in the man's ears. His heart turned more nervous as he walked into One Finger Monastery. He subconsciously tightened his grip on his canvas bag.
At this moment, a Buddhist chant sounded in his ears.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, is there anything I can help you with?"
The man's heart palpitated as he turned around abruptly. He saw a monk dressed in white monk robes standing behind him at some point in time. The man stared at Fangzheng nervously. Following that, his eyes lit up. Even a fool could tell the ferocity in his eyes!
However, Fangzheng did not seem to notice it. He smiled and said, "Patron, is there anything This Penniless Monk can help you with?"
"Yes!" the man said.
"Patron, please speak," said Fangzheng.
The man's breathing was also a little hurried. Clearly, he was extremely nervous. He said in a low voice, "It's hard to say here. Let's go to a place with no one."
Fangzheng nodded. "Alright, let's go to the backyard. Salted Fish, Jingxin, come over. I have something to arrange for you. "
The man's breathing quickened when he heard that.
Fangzheng remained oblivious as he beckoned the man to walk to the backyard.
When Salted Fish and Red Boy saw Fangzheng run out, they immediately felt that something was amiss. Hence, they put down what they were doing and followed him to the backyard.
When they reached the backyard, Fangzheng asked, "Patron, what do you have to say?"
The man looked up slightly and looked at Fangzheng with a fervent expression. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Ouyang Fenghua's voice come from outside the yard. "Come here! I'm telling you, you have to apologize to Abbot Fangzheng! "
"No … It sounds nice, but it doesn't mean that he really knows divine powers …" Chang Yun's voice sounded.
As they spoke, Ouyang Fenghua arrived with Chang Yun. The two of them did not rush into the backyard rashly. Instead, they stood at the entrance of the yard, wanting to shout something. However, they saw Fangzheng standing at the door …
Ouyang Fenghua immediately smiled. "Master …"
When the man saw two more people seeking death, the smile on his face turned even more ferocious. He always remembered that the more people he killed, the more rewards he would receive!
Almost at the same time, the man roared, "For the glory of Red Fiend, all of you can die!"
At the same time the man shouted, the hand that was originally clamping the canvas bag forcefully pulled outwards, revealing a silver iron ring on his middle finger! The moment he pulled the metal ring, he wanted to detonate something!
Boom!
The flames in the canvas bag instantly lit up as a terrifying force was about to explode!
At that instant, Chang Yun and Ouyang Fenghua didn't react at all. However, at the instant the bomb exploded, the two of them instinctively felt death descend upon them. Their bodies turned cold as though they had fallen into an ice cavern. It was as though they would die the next moment! The two of them didn't have the time to think or even react. All they could do was widen their eyes and wait for death … Despair, extreme despair!
Almost at the same time, Fangzheng patted Red Boy on the head. Red Boy grinned and opened his mouth!
The man originally thought that he was about to complete the mission. His face was filled with a fanatical and crazy smile!
However, his smile froze the next moment!
Chang Yun and Ouyang Fenghua's horror also froze on their faces before turning into shock!
They saw Red Boy's mouth open wide. Just as the flames in the cloth bag under his armpit exploded, it transformed into a tongue of fire that flew into the air. Then, with a spin, it landed in the young monk's mouth!
As for the metal shards and steel balls that were blasted out from the explosion, they seemed to be drained of energy as they fell to the ground with a clang!
At that instant, the man was dumbfounded as he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. He recalled White Shirt's words. "Although I don't know if Fangzheng really knows divine powers, don't touch him. Go to Mt. One Finger and blow up those ordinary people. Kill as many as you can. It would be even better if you can blow up a few of his disciples. Remember, don't attempt to blow up Fangzheng! Don't touch him before we have accurate information! "
The man felt extremely bitter. He had been greedy, but White Shirt's information was wrong. Fangzheng wasn't the only one with divine powers in this monastery. His disciples also had divine powers! This wasn't a monastery, but a Buddhist kingdom!
"Patron, it looks like This Penniless Monk won't die. In that case, why don't we sit by the side? "Fangzheng pointed at a table and chairs not far away.
The man looked at Fangzheng with a complicated expression before sighing as though he had resigned himself to his fate. He followed Fangzheng over and sat on a chair. "Even a bomb can't kill you, so what else can I do? Kill me or torture me, it's up to you. "
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