After drinking it, Salted Fish poured the bowl, not leaving a single drop behind!
Salted Fish smacked his lips and ate the tea leaves by the side of his mouth.
Then, Salted Fish burped and spat out a mouthful of fragrance. He shook his head and looked at the group of dumbfounded people.
The gazes of these people were extremely strange. It was as though they had seen a pig eat a supreme-grade lingzhi. The heartache of wasting a supreme-grade item made Salted Fish feel a little embarrassed.
Salted Fish waved his fin and said, "Alright, stop watching. Disperse. I'm just puzzled. It's just drinking water to quench my thirst, but I'm being nagged by all of you … Isn't it annoying? I'm leaving! "
With that said, Salted Fish turned around and left.
"Wait!" At that moment, Boss Qian shouted and stopped Salted Fish.
Salted Fish turned his head and looked at him as though he was a retard. "I'm leaving. What can you do if I don't wait?"
Then, Salted Fish left …
That's right, he left just like that …
Boss Qian stood alone in the wind. It was a mess … He cursed inwardly, What kind of people are there in One Finger Monastery? That's not right. What the hell are they?! F * * k … Where's the basic respect between humans? Uh … It doesn't seem like he's human …
Others shook their heads when they saw Boss Qian's pitiful appearance as he slammed into a metal board once again.
Boss Qian's face flushed red as he froze on the spot …
At that moment, Song Ming walked over and sneered. "Boss Qian, I heard people say that being a traitor will automatically lower one's intelligence. From the looks of it, it should be true. "
"Song Ming! What do you mean? "Boss Qian said angrily.
Song Ming chuckled. "Don't you know what I mean?" After laughing for a while, Song Ming's expression sank as she cursed, enunciating each word. "Traitor!"
Boss Qian was instantly enraged when he heard that. He rolled up his sleeves and said angrily, "Song Ming, who are you scolding?"
Song Ming said, "I'm scolding a dog!"
When Boss Qian heard that, he raised his palm and was about to slap her!
At that moment, a white figure stood in front of Song Ming and asked indifferently, "Patron, what are you doing?"
Boss Qian naturally knew the monk. He was the only person in One Finger Monastery, a monk in his late teens, Fangzheng!
However, ever since he came to One Finger Monastery, he had been filled with pent-up anger. Now that he saw the person in question, he was emboldened. He thought of giving him a slap and then saying that he had hit the wrong person. Wouldn't that be great?
Hence, Boss Qian raised his arm and roared, "Song Ming, I'll beat you to death!"
Almost at the same time, a smile flashed through Boss Qian's eyes … but in the next moment, his smile turned into fear!
As soon as he raised his hand, the worshippers who had come to offer incense all rolled up their sleeves and glared fiercely at him as if he was their mortal enemy!
Her gaze was like a bucket of ice water, instantly waking Boss Qian up!
Who was the person in front of him? It was Fangzheng!
It was fine in the south, but in the northeast, who would dare beat Fangzheng in Black Mountain City? They were tired of living!
Fangzheng's fans could drown him with their saliva!
Looking at his surroundings, there was a large circle of burly northeastern men. They were all revealing their muscles as they leaned over. Boss Qian's hair stood on end. He felt that if this slap landed, he would most likely be beaten to death!
Hence, Boss Qian did not dare to land his slap. He swung it back and said, "Can't I stretch my shoulders?"
With that said, Boss Qian immediately left dejectedly.
When everyone saw this, they immediately burst into laughter …
There were boos.
"Thank you, Master Fangzheng," Song Ming thanked Fangzheng.
Fangzheng shook his head and said, "Amitabha. This is what This Penniless Monk should do. Patron, This Penniless Monk just heard you say traitor? What does that mean? "
Therefore, Song Ming repeated what he had said to Muddle Tang and company in front of everyone.
When everyone heard that, they sighed before cursing incessantly.
Fangzheng frowned as well. He never expected China to be so powerful that there were still people willing to kneel and be slaves.
Seeing Fangzheng frown, Song Ming said sincerely, "Master, now that the Hiei family is here again, I'm afraid we will lose. We aren't afraid of losing, but China's tea has just improved a little. I can't accept it if we are to be suppressed again! Abbot Fangzheng, please bestow us some of that Frost Bamboo tea from before. Let us win this competition and win back our dignity! "
Tang Chen also went forward and pleaded, "Abbot Fangzheng, I know that you are a true master. Please help us … If the Hiei family is really capable, it's fine if we lose. We just need to work hard and surpass them. But they used such dirty methods. We can't accept our loss and can't accept it! Master, please bestow us with that kind of tea leaves and win this competition! "
Muddle Tang also pressed his hands together and said with the etiquette of an ancient person, "Master, please help us."
Boss Jia also went forward and said, "Master, although I have business dealings with Boss Qian, I'm ultimately Chinese. In this competition, I implore Master to help and win glory for China. To uphold the reputation of China's tea leaves! "
The others were originally laughing, but when they heard this, they stopped laughing.
This time, many people from the tea industry had come. Some were tea connoisseurs, while others were tea sellers. Even tourists, at least seven or eight out of ten were tea drinkers.
When everyone saw this scene, they bowed at Fangzheng and said, "Master, please help us!"
Fangzheng was instantly stunned by these people's bowing. His mind was a little confused as he rubbed his nose and pressed his palms together. "Patrons, This Penniless Monk probably can't satisfy your request."
Everyone was stunned. No one expected Fangzheng to reject the request of hundreds of people!
Fangzheng actually didn't want to help when he could resolve such a problem with a raise of his hand?
Everyone was puzzled, but they had no intention of blaming him.
Tang Chen was a little anxious and wanted to ask something.
However, Muddle Tang waved his hand and pressed him down. He asked in puzzlement, "Master, why?"
Fangzheng waved his hand and Salted Fish walked out. He held another bowl of tea and was drinking it.
Fangzheng said, "Patrons, are you asking for this tea?"
Everyone nodded.
Song Ming said, "Venerable Salted Fish, drink slowly. If you were to give this tea leaf to me, I would be able to suppress Mount Hiei."
Salted Fish rolled his eyes and finished it in one gulp!
Song Ming stomped her feet anxiously.
Tang Chen could not hold it in anymore. Master: "Could it be that you would rather feed this tea to the fish than give it to us to help China?"
"That's right?" Everyone was puzzled as they asked in unison.
Fangzheng smiled. "Patron, you're right this time."
Tang Chen's face immediately turned livid from anger. Song Ming's face was pale as she said bitterly, "Forget it. We were the ones who failed to live up to expectations. It's no wonder that Master didn't help us."
With that said, Song Ming left dejectedly.
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