"Amitabha. Patron, don't be angry. This is performance art." The old monk smiled at him with a benevolent look.
Upon hearing this, the burly man's anger erupted as he cursed, "F * * k you. Performance art. I'll beat you to death!"
In the end, countless shoes flew over and hit his body. Immediately, he covered his head and scurried away.
When the rain of shoes passed, he looked up and said angrily, "Who?"
In the end, the surrounding audience said in unison, "Me!"
Then, someone shouted, "Brothers and sisters, show him true art!"
Hence, a group of people swarmed forward!
The burly man and the other two assistants were swallowed by the crowd as they screamed … Screams sounded one after another.
A few minutes later, two policemen rushed over. "What are you doing? Stop! "
Seeing the police arrive, everyone stopped. A certain indecent monk in the crowd looked up at the police. Master Liu, who was being pressed under him, said angrily, "Police, he's hitting me!"
Police: "Put down your weapon!"
Fangzheng looked at the shoe in his hand and made an 'oh' sound.
Pa!
The sole of the shoe landed on Master Liu's face. Just hearing the sound made everyone's faces hurt …
Then, the indecent monk said in embarrassment, "Sorry, inertia … I raised it high and subconsciously lowered it. I didn't expect it to hit me again."
The police and the audience were collectively speechless.
Master Liu shouted with a look of grief and indignation, "Police, are you going to do something about it?"
Fangzheng got up and put on his shoe. Then, he took out another shoe from Master Liu's hand. It was the first shoe that had flown over to hit Master Liu. Then, he put on both shoes and stomped his feet in front of Master Liu, showing off his shoes …
Master Liu said angrily, "It's really you! F * * k your performance art. I'll fight it out with you! "
Master Liu was enlightened as he felt a surge of anger. He got up and jumped up to hit Fangzheng!
However, Fangzheng also jumped up and happened to stand on the table. Master Liu wasn't tall to begin with. Although he had jumped up, he wasn't tall. His fist happened to hit Fangzheng's knee. His knee was much harder than his fist. He had punched out with all his might, and in his anger, he had performed exceptionally. Hence, the fragile bones of his old arm and leg …
Ka-cha!
Ow …
Master Liu covered his twisted arm and shouted, "My hand … Police … Capture this guy, this guy is hitting people!"
When the policemen saw this scene, they were speechless. Then, they looked at the equally speechless and innocent old monk.
The old monk pressed his palms together and said, "Amitabha. Patrons, This Penniless Monk did not retaliate. However, this Patron jumped up and struck This Penniless Monk's kneecap. Is that considered assault?"
Puff!
People couldn't help but laugh when they heard this …
"Haha … this master, haha … he's too short. He jumped up and hit the kneecap. What the f * ck … haha …"
"As expected of a master. This divine ability of jumping up to hit your kneecap is indeed powerful!"
"Amazing, amazing, this move has a bit of an artistic feeling, haha …"
Master Liu was in so much pain that tears came out of his eyes. When he heard people mocking him, his face turned as red as a monkey's butt. He shouted, "Police, hurry up and arrest him!"
Right at this moment, a coarse voice rang out, "Stop!"
"Stop what? Can't you see that my arm is broken? Police, arrest him! "Master Liu shouted.
"Who told you that they are the police? They are our security guards here! "The coarse voice sounded.
Master Liu was instantly stunned. Security guards? On careful look, these people were indeed wearing security guards' uniforms. Furthermore, they were imitating the Chinese police uniforms. And this was not China, so they were indeed not the police!
Following that, the crowd dispersed and a few people walked over with large strides. The person in the lead was a young Chinese man. He was dressed in a well-ironed suit and held a calligraphy brush in his hand. His face was filled with anxiety and anger. Behind him was Wang Daochun and a few other traditional calligraphers.
Upon seeing this person, Fangzheng's brows subconsciously pricked up. This person looked a little familiar! On careful thought, he nearly laughed out loud. This was indeed someone he knew! Furthermore, he was very familiar!
With this in mind, Fangzheng got off the table and took a few steps back. The audience was also very supportive. They knew that the monk had led the trouble and were afraid that he would be arrested, so they all went forward to block Fangzheng.
The person did not look over. Instead, he stared angrily at Master Liu and asked, "Liu Kan, what's going on?"
Liu Kan said with a sobbing tone, "Mr. Jing, it's not my fault. I was performing my calligraphy properly, but someone caused trouble!"
"Causing trouble? But why did I hear from Mr. Wang that the few people you brought are putting on a show? "Mr. Jing said angrily.
Master Liu shook his head and said, "We are performing art. How can it be called putting on a show? This matter is an insult to us! Mr. Arai, your people invited us here, so we naturally have to bring out our best to perform. "
"The best thing? Is it just using a brush to write a few meters long? "Wang Daochun snorted coldly.
"Wang Daochun, you don't understand my art. You have no right to judge!" the man who was writing with a brush shouted.
Just as Wang Daochun was about to say something, Mr. Jing waved his hand and said, "Enough! All of you, stop shouting! I invited you here to promote the status of Chinese culture overseas, not for you to fight amongst yourselves! I know that one side represents some ancient heritage, and the other side is thinking of novel ways to attract attention. But my goal is very clear. I'm spending money, so you have to give me good things! Not come all the way here to embarrass yourself! "
Upon hearing this, Wang Daochun, Liu Kan, and company fell silent as they frowned.
Wang Daochun was even angrier …
When Fangzheng saw this, he frowned … Others might not know this person, but he knew him. This was because this person had almost been beaten up by him. He was the young master of the Jing family, Jing Yan's cousin, Jing Yulong.
At that moment, Jing Yulong didn't seem to want to comment on who was right or wrong. He only wanted this matter to end here and continue his calligraphy display. However, Fangzheng knew very well that this matter couldn't continue. If he wanted to continue, he had to kick Liu Kan and the bunch of fake masters away. Otherwise, it wouldn't be promoting Chinese culture, but embarrassing them!
However, no one present could suppress Jing Yulong's aura. Jing Yulong was still as domineering as before. He didn't want to listen to anyone.
Jing Yulong said, "Everyone, let's end today's matter here. I don't want to hear anyone complain to me that the other party's calligraphy isn't art. Similarly, I hope that for the sake of the Chinese people's reputation, you will bring out something real! "
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