Zhu Lin immediately typed a reply, "Scram scram scram scram …"
When Zhu Lin realized that she had failed to trick Fangzheng or even make him reveal his true nature, she immediately felt a sense of defeat. Unwilling to give up, she nudged Fangzheng again. Fangzheng was a little pissed. Female patron, why did you keep touching me? Was it molestation?
However he did not say it out loud. All he did was look at Zhu Lin helplessly.
Zhu Lin said, "Master, may I ask you a question?"
"Female Patron, please speak. If This Penniless Monk knows, This Penniless Monk will definitely answer. However, This Penniless Monk's cultivation is still shallow. There are many things This Penniless Monk does not know. "
Zhu Lin ignored Fangzheng's subsequent words and said with a smile, "Look, Tripiṭaka had to experience eighty-one tribulations to become Buddha. As for Bull Demon King, all he needed to do was lay down his butcher's knife. Why is it so difficult for a good person to become Buddha? Why is it so easy for a bad person to become Buddha? Tell me, is this equality? "
Fangzheng never expected Zhu Lin to ask such a question. He believed that she would continue spouting nonsense.
Before Fangzheng could reply, a person behind him suddenly said, "He is already here with a knife. How dare you waste your breath on him? Let's talk after you put down the knife. "
Fangzheng: "# ¥% # ¥…"
Immediately, another person said, "Bull Demon King came to Gautama Buddha and said," Can I become Buddha? "Gautama Buddha said," Let's put down the knife first and talk slowly. "
With the duo's interruption, the topic immediately went astray. The people in the bus began to let their imaginations run wild.
"If you don't want to be f * cked, get him to put down the knife."
"With a knife in hand, who would dare stop you from becoming Buddha?"
…
Fangzheng and Zhu Lin exchanged looks and were collectively dumbfounded. It turned out that all the flamers were in the bus!
With the interruption, the duo could no longer continue their conversation. Furthermore, the bus had passed through a tunnel and there was no signal. Zhu Lin noticed that no matter how she tried to tease Fangzheng, Fangzheng would only chuckle. He was warm and humble, constantly maintaining a distance. She lost her enthusiasm in teasing Fangzheng and lay down to sleep.
As the car drove out of the city, more and more people boarded the car.
Fangzheng leaned against the window and imagined the scene after he arrived at Baiyun Monastery. Unfortunately, he had never been there.
At this moment, a hand quietly reached over and touched the small handbag beside Zhu Lin.
Fangzheng frowned slightly and looked up. He saw a burly man looking back at him. His eyes were widened like a bull's as the corners of his mouth curled up. He gave off a ferocious stance as he whispered, "Look at the scenery outside!"
Fangzheng immediately understood that he had encountered a thief! Not to mention, he was quite a fierce thief! Looking around, some people were asleep, while others were blocking the burly man's side, preventing others from seeing what was happening here. Obviously, this was a gang crime!
"Look at the scenery outside!" the muscular man said again.
Fangzheng looked at the sleeping Zhu Lin and sighed. He pressed his palms together, "Amitabha. Patron, lower your voice. Don't disturb my sweet dreams."
"Don't you f * cking understand human language? Turn your head or I'll cut you! "The burly man's expression turned even more ferocious as he took out a sharp knife and gestured it in front of Fangzheng.
From the burly man's point of view, at this point in the story, regardless of whether the other party was a fierce man or not, they would obediently turn their heads and do as they were told. Especially such a fair and tender young monk. It was unlikely he would dare stab him or find trouble with him.
In the end, a fair and clean hand reached out and, to his astonishment, grabbed the sharp edge of the knife!
"What are you doing!?" the burly man asked subconsciously.
"Amitabha. It's fine. This knife doesn't look good. I'll help you change its shape." Fangzheng squeezed it slightly …
"Let go! If you don't let go, I'll stab you to death! "The burly man glared at Fangzheng as he threatened in a low voice.
Fangzheng smiled, "Amitabha."
Fangzheng gently released his hand, leaving the burly man dumbfounded. The knife he had bought from the Internet was made with twenty-five traditional techniques. It was quenched and smelted in a traditional way. It was worth 998 yuan, but now, it had become a Fried Dough Twist!
"This … This …" The burly man looked at the smiling monk in front of him. He was at a loss for words as his lips trembled.
"Beard, what are you doing? Hurry up, "the lanky man beside him whispered without turning his head.
Beard said bitterly, "Let me try your knife."
"What the heck? Didn't you bring it with you? Also, we are thieves. All we need to do is scare people. Are you really going to stab people? "The lanky man whispered into Beard's ear.
"I brought it with me, but I suspect that I bought a fake knife. Darn unscrupulous businessman. Give me your watermelon knife. "After Beard said that, he stuffed his Fried Dough Twist knife to the lanky man.
The lanky man received it and nearly jumped in fright. Thankfully, he reacted quickly. He shouted inwardly, "Aiyah, f * * k me. What the f * * k is this!?"
The lanky man handed the watermelon knife to Beard. Beard pointed at Fangzheng again and said fiercely, "If you have what it takes, twist it into a Fried Dough Twist again!"
Just as he said that, his vision blurred. The knife had already landed in the young monk's hand. Then, the young monk smiled and exerted strength with both hands to twist it!
The sound of metal twisting was heard as the watermelon knife became a Fried Dough Twist. Then, the young monk stuffed the knife back into Beard's hand and smiled. "Patron, do you have any other requests? Do you want me to tie a bow? "
"Driver! Stop the car! I want to alight! "
"What are you shouting for? Why are you alighting in the wilderness?"
"Stop the car! Stop the car! I want to alight! If you don't stop the car, I'll whip you to death with a Fried Dough Twist! "
"Screech …"
The long-distance bus stopped by the side of the road. Following that, three men ran off and ran wildly through the snowy wheat fields. They ran wantonly as though they were in their youth that had passed away.
Only then did the driver jolt to his senses. How could he stab someone to death with a Fried Dough Twist? Were these fellows amusing?
When Fangzheng saw this, he smiled and leaned against the window. He narrowed his eyes and dozed off. As for redeeming the thieves? Fangzheng wanted to do so as well, but it was clearly impossible in the present situation. Pulling them into a dream would cause the bus to shake. It was hard to guarantee that nothing would happen … That was all he could do.
He did not realize that the girl beside him had already opened her eyes slightly. Then, she heaved a long sigh of relief … Zhu Lin had not fallen asleep. Instead, she had been frightened and did not dare move. She had the principle of either a hero saving the damsel in distress or giving away her wealth to avert disaster. She had been pretending to be asleep.
But she never expected to see a scene that nearly made her jaw drop. Ripping a knife with his bare hands? This … was too miraculous. Was it possible?
At that moment, the driver's voice sounded. "Everyone, check if any of your belongings are missing. If there are, quickly call the police. They haven't gone far."
"F * * k, Driver, why didn't you say so earlier if you knew they were thieves?" someone on the bus immediately shouted. Then, everyone began rummaging through the items.
"Should I have said so earlier? I run this route every day. These guys are caught and released, and those that are caught and released keep going back and forth on this route. If I had said so, would I still be able to drive? Besides, didn't I play the warning voice when they came? "The driver was still pissed.
However, someone was feeling good.
"Senior Brother Wu Ming, it's done! Everything is done. As long as Fangzheng goes to Baiyun Monastery's ferry, hehe, I guarantee he will know what it means to lament at one's inadequacies! "said Hong Xiang over the phone.
Wu Ming nodded in satisfaction. "Well done. Hmph, I'll teach him a lesson."
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