"Heh heh …" A woman's laughter suddenly sounded.
Fangzheng sat up abruptly and surveyed his surroundings, but there was no one.
"Is it a dream? Or is there really a woman laughing? " Fangzheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and pushed open the door to walk out. He circled the monastery but did not see anyone else.
Lone Wolf was always very alert, but he was sleeping like a dead dog today.
Even Red Boy, who usually played on his cell phone until midnight, was sleeping soundly.
Fangzheng scratched his head and mumbled, "Did I lose my mind?"
"Heh heh …" The female voice sounded again. Fangzheng could tell that it was coming from the temple hall!
Fangzheng immediately rushed to the front yard and saw a woman standing under the bodhi tree at some point in time. She was dressed in a red dress, and her hair was disheveled. Her face could not be seen …
Fangzheng pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. Female ghost patron, is there something you need?"
The woman's body clearly stiffened before she let out an angry voice. "You are the ghost! I'm human! "
As she spoke, the woman combed her hair to the back of her head and tied it into a ponytail. Fangzheng focused and indeed, she was human!
But which normal person would come to a monk temple in the middle of the night? Furthermore, her hair was disheveled and she was dressed in red. Why was she laughing for no reason?
With the help of the moonlight, Fangzheng saw that the woman had a pretty face. She had willowy eyebrows and a small cherry mouth. She did not have a big nose like Westerners, but a small nose like Orientals. She looked very cute. The lady's eyes were very big, like the stars in the sky. They seemed to emit light and twinkle.
For some reason, Fangzheng found the girl somewhat familiar, but he could not recall where he had seen her before.
Fangzheng asked, "Patron, have we met before?"
The girl held her hands behind her back playfully and walked in front of Fangzheng. She bent down and her face kept magnifying in front of Fangzheng. Then, she said with a playful smile, "Why? Have you forgotten me so quickly? We have met before. "
Fangzheng wore a look of puzzlement. Met before? When did I see him?
"Not only have I met you, I watched you grow up."
Fangzheng's face turned even darker. Watched him grow up? How was that possible? He put his palms together and said, "Amitabha. Benefactor, please don't joke with me. This Penniless Monk really doesn't remember you … "
The girl rolled her eyes and said, "Who's joking with you? Fangzheng, you are a bad person! Big bad guy! "
Fangzheng was dumbfounded. He was a bad person? In the past two years, this was the first time someone had given him such an evaluation. Fangzheng pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. Patron, if you wish to pay respects to Buddha, you may enter the temple hall. If there's nothing else, This Penniless Monk is going to sleep. "
As he spoke, Fangzheng shot a glance at the temple hall before he stood rooted to the ground as though he had been struck by lightning. It was as though he had seen something unbelievable.
Then he heard the girl whisper in his ear, "You only know how to sleep, you pig! It's daybreak … "
The next moment, Fangzheng heard Red Boy's voice. "Master, Master, Master! Come and look at the news! Something big has happened! "
Then, Qin Shou turned around and saw a skeleton approaching him.
Wow!
Fangzheng exclaimed as he suddenly sat up. Only then did he realize that everything had been a dream!
At that moment, the door opened and Red Boy ran in eagerly. "Master, look! Big news! Uh … Master, why is your forehead covered in sweat? "
Fangzheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Perhaps it's because the weather is too hot. Why? What big news? "
Red Boy didn't think too much about it. After all, from what he knew, no one in this world could injure the darn baldy. Hence, he handed the cell phone to Fangzheng and said, "Take a look for yourself."
Fangzheng took it over and saw that the content was: "Fangzheng is a thief, a stowaway. Many countries have negotiated, requesting the Chinese government to hand Fangzheng over for trial."
China replied: "Our citizens do not accept foreign trials. If he is a stowaway, he will be judged by himself."
There was very little content, but Fangzheng knew that the less content a piece of news had, the bigger the matter. Therefore, it was probably not that easy to get past this matter.
Fangzheng smacked his lips and mumbled inwardly, "When did the crime of stowaways become so serious? Isn't it usually repatriated? This Penniless Monk has already returned to his own country, so there's no need for them to help him, right? "
Red Boy said, "Master, you are in high demand now."
Fangzheng rubbed his glabella and said, "What do you mean by high demand? All of them treat me like Tripiṭaka. They all want to reap benefits from me … "
"Master, what do you plan on doing? Now, even if everyone doesn't know that you are back, it will be troublesome if they just stay here, right? Why don't we continue playing dead? After all, no one has really seen us, "Red Boy said.
Fangzheng shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. Sometimes, politicians are lunatics. What if their brains go haywire and they end up fighting? When that happens, all the karma might land on me … It's war. No matter when, the unlucky ones are the commoners and soldiers. "
"Then …" Red Boy was at a loss for words.
Fangzheng smiled. "I originally wanted to keep a low profile and use my actions to tell the world that I have no interest in dominating the world. I only want to be an honest monk. Unfortunately, it's hard to be an honest person … "
"Master, what do you mean?" Red Boy's eyes lit up.
Fangzheng said, "There are two ways in the world to make bandits lay down their knives. One is to reform them, and the other is to scare them to tears. Since reform doesn't work, let's scare them to tears! "
Red Boy smiled. "Master, what do we do next?"
After some thought, Fangzheng said to Red Boy, "Before we do it, you have to help me confirm something. I saw it yesterday, but I'm not sure of the exact location …"
"You lost Abbot Fangzheng just like that? Can't you just get someone to deal with that trash master? Do you even have a brain? "
In a villa in Beijing, Jing Yan knocked Jing Yulong's head with her high heels, causing him to grimace in pain.
However, there was no blood on his head, nor was it red. Clearly, Jing Yan was just putting on an act. Jing Yulong was just pretending to be in pain …
However, Jing Yan was really angry. It hadn't been easy for her to find Fangzheng, but Jing Yulong had disappeared!
Jing Yulong said, "Sis, can you blame me for this? You don't know how much of a scam that fake master is. Thankfully, I went early. If I really let him perform in public, Chinese calligraphy would become a joke to the world. Back then, I didn't expect Abbot Fangzheng to run away just like that … "
"Are you a pig? He already ran out to express his stance, but you didn't believe him. Did you have to see the calligraphy to believe it? What kind of brain do you have? "Jing Yan was so angry that she wanted to hammer him.
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