"What? Venerable Salted Fish has also left the mountain? "
"Damn, quickly take a photo for us to see."
The other party quickly took a photo, and his post went viral on WeChat Moments.
"F * * k, Abbot Fangzheng has left the mountain! I've been to the mountain several times, but I haven't seen Abbot Fangzheng! He couldn't miss it this time! Brother, I'm coming! "
"I'm coming too!"
"As the saying goes, One Finger Monastery is great, but Fangzheng is rare. I have to go!"
"Aiya, I'll go take a look too!"
…
In an instant, a large group of people swarmed over.
However, someone asked, "Abbot Fangzheng came down the mountain at night. Why is he sitting there watching Peking Opera?"
"That's right. Is Peking Opera that good?"
"How would I know? I don't understand this thing."
"Forget it. For Abbot Fangzheng, charge!"
…
When the man saw that everyone was here, he stopped worrying. He hurriedly sat on Fangzheng's chair and whispered, "Abbot Fangzheng, you …"
"Shh, listen to the play. Be quiet," whispered Fangzheng as he pressed his palms together.
The man was stunned. Then, he scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Okay …"
Then, the two of them just sat there, looking up at the play on the stage.
At first, the man thought it was quite boring, but gradually, he realized that … it was quite interesting.
This was because as his WeChat Moments exploded, others began reposting it. Then, it spread like wildfire. Gradually, Songwu County City exploded!
Although Fangzheng was on Mt. One Finger, Fangzheng was always elusive. He was either wandering outside or hiding in the back. There weren't many people who actually saw Fangzheng or chatted with him.
Therefore, it was said that Fangzheng had entered the city!
It was as if they had heard that the Black Blind Monk had entered the city. Countless people swarmed over with their cameras just to take a picture of the number one crooked monk in China and go back to show off.
Furthermore, this place wasn't far from the school, and the international tea ceremony competition had attracted a lot of people. Now that everyone had dispersed, there would naturally be many people passing by …
"Hey, honey, look, Grandpa Jiang and the others are still singing. There's actually an audience this time … "
"That's rare. There's actually an audience. There are still people watching the show on such a cold day. "
"Sigh, that looks like a monk. It looks so familiar … It looks like … "
"Abbot Fangzheng!" exclaimed his husband.
"It really is Abbot Fangzheng! No wonder he's so handsome. Hubby, let's go and watch the show! "
"Uh … Are you sure you want to watch the show?"
"Hmm … I'll also take a look at the monk."
…
"Look, the person in front of the stage looks like Abbot Fangzheng!"
"Seriously, there's also Venerable Salted Fish, Venerable Jingxin, and Venerable Jingzhen!"
"Let's go and take a look."
…
"Abbot Fangzheng actually came down the mountain. Is the show that interesting?"
"I heard that Grandpa Jiang used to be a member of the Song and Dance Troupe. He specialized in 'Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy'. Later, the troupe was disbanded. Once he retired, he practiced his voice here every day. Later, the community allocated them a place, and they sing there every day. "
"No wonder he has such a good voice. He's from the Song and Dance Troupe."
"Let's go and take a look."
…
Therefore, more and more people sat around Fangzheng.
Everyone had come for Fangzheng, so their gazes were naturally locked onto him.
Many people wanted to get close to Fangzheng the moment they sat down. They wanted to say something or take a selfie with him.
However, when everyone saw Fangzheng sitting upright with a smile on his face, looking engrossed in watching the show on the stage and even shouting from time to time, everyone's clamor was unknowingly silenced by the monk.
The commotion was unknowingly quietened down by the monk.
The child who was crying and wanting to go home stopped crying.
The person who was about to take a picture put down his cell phone.
The person who was about to start a conversation shut up.
Everyone sat there, looked up, and quietly watched the show …
This scene was like a pinnacle scene, as if someone had cast magic.
On the stage, the actors were only acting for a monk and a squirrel, but as more and more people came, the few old actors seemed to have returned to their youth. The moment the show began, people from all over the village came. There were people climbing trees, on roofs, walls …
Children crying, children making a fuss, melon seed sellers, soda sellers, and even big popsicles …
In a trance, they really seemed to be young. With their blood boiling, their actions became more agile. Only their singing had a slight tremble, as though they were crying … Tears flowed down uncontrollably …
The audience below the stage was originally only watching due to Fangzheng's influence.
But as they watched, they didn't know why, but when they saw Yang Zirong defeat the mountain eagle, they felt as though they were in the show.
What left them in a trance was a strong sense of the times. It was as though they had returned to the past. However, it was only a feeling.
No one saw that the monk below the stage slowly pressed his palms together and sighed. "Amitabha. It's better to reenact what you feel!"
The next moment, everyone entered a dream!
Instantly, everyone seemed to hear the sounds of that era!
Following that, the stage in front of them turned into mud …
The ground they were sitting on was no longer cement, leaving only black soil. Under their buttocks were fertilizer bags and old newspapers …
Everyone's clothes also turned into those of that era. There were people selling icicles behind them, and there were people selling melon seeds in front of them …
By the side of the stage, there were naughty children who wanted to climb up, but they were grabbed by adults and pulled to the side to be spanked …
There were no tall buildings, only low houses. The sky was azure blue, and the stars were as resplendent as lamps. Without using binoculars, one could see the Milky Way traversing the firmament just by looking up!
In the distance, there were the shadows of large trees. The wind blew snow over, and the snow had the smell of straw mixed with it …
Fangzheng had never returned to an even more distant era. He could only bring everyone back to when he was young.
The scene in front of them was a reenactment of One Finger Village.
But in that era, everyone was equally poor and equally happy. Looking at this scene, everyone's heart was moved.
The adults were crying, and the children were crying out in curiosity.
The veteran actors on the stage stomped their feet, and their voices returned to normal. A great show began once again, and their voices became even louder and more shocking!
Cheers sounded one after another …
The atmosphere at the scene became more and more heated. No one realized that other than some of the characters Fangzheng had conjured, there were more and more people present.
In the beginning, everyone clamored to see Fangzheng.
When they arrived at the scene and saw such a heated scene, all of them subconsciously watched the show. Then, their emotions were stirred as they entered the dream that Fangzheng had set up.
In the end, many people didn't know that Fangzheng was there, but everyone was curious. Why were there so many people?
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