When the quartet saw this, they were horrified. At the same time, they felt even more reverence for Fangzheng. Fangzheng's words were like a holy voice. Who would dare disobey him? He waited there obediently as he watched Miao Long regenerate one blade after another. He was in so much pain that he wished he were dead.
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In fact, Miao Long was indeed living a life worse than death. He had loved sabers from a young age. He loved them even more as he grew older. His family's collection of controlled sabers filled the bottom of his bed. But today, he swore that he hated knives the most!
After an unknown number of times, Miao Long was completely convinced. He exclaimed, "Master, I know my mistake. I really know my mistake. I can't have more …"
"Master, I beg for mercy. I will definitely turn over a new leaf and be a good person in the future," Miao Long cried out with a sobbing tone.
"Master, I was really wrong. I'm not human. What I did in the past was inhumane. I'll head down the mountain. I'll confess everything I did … Sob … "Miao Long began crying.
"Master …"
Fangzheng stood by the door and looked at Miao Long. He sensed that Miao Long's bloodlust was gradually being wiped away, but his negative karma was only reduced by a tiny bit. Clearly, Miao Long had done many bad things. However, those matters were no longer under Fangzheng's jurisdiction. His karma could not be completely resolved on the mountain.
Therefore, after Miao Long gave birth to forty-nine knives, Fangzheng waved his hand, freeing Miao Long from his pain. Lying on the ground, he stared blankly at the sky. Finally, he let out a long sigh and thought to himself, "It's finally over."
"Take him down the mountain. You know what to do. If you continue to commit crimes, your punishment will be doubled. " After Fangzheng said that, he turned to walk into the monastery and closed the door. At the same time, his image as an accomplished monk vanished. He heaved a long sigh of relief. "Posturing sure is tiring …"
Da Kui, Er Kui, and company had long wished to leave the mountain. The moment Fangzheng spoke, they felt like they had been pardoned. They hurriedly ran over and dragged Miao Long down the mountain. As for those knives? Don't mention knives to them! They would get angry with anyone who brought it up!
He did not realize that the knife behind him had vanished into thin air. At the same time, Fangzheng fell into bed and fell asleep. A Golden Millet Dream was powerful, but it consumed a lot of energy to maintain it for so long. As for the security of the temple, he could only leave it to Lone Wolf.
Da Kui, Er Kui, and the others had long been scared out of their wits. They didn't dare to come back. They could only blame their parents for not giving them a few more legs, which slowed them down the mountain!
After descending the mountain, the few of them went straight to the police station without stopping.
"What are you guys doing?" In the middle of the night, five fierce-looking fellows with yellow hair on their heads suddenly barged into the police station. The policemen of the police station were also shocked. They stood up and berated them.
"Don't be agitated. We are from here," shouted Miao Long.
"What?" The policeman was stunned. He had seen it before, but he had never seen it in a group! Therefore, the policeman asked, "The few of you are wet. Did you go into the river to steal fish?"
The five of them: "2 # ¥a …"
After listening to the explanation of the five people, the policeman was instantly overjoyed. This was the new atmosphere of the New Year. The five of them came together to send a New Year's gift! He could vaguely see the big red flower, all kinds of commendations, a promotion and a raise in salary, marrying a fair, rich and beautiful woman, and walking to the peak of his life …
The punishment the five of them received was indescribable.
At this moment, someone was very conflicted.
"Say it, don't say it. Say it, don't say it …" Jing Yan hugged a long-haired cat doll. She tugged at the cat's fur as she mumbled.
What she had seen today was too incredulous. As a reporter, her sharp senses told her that it was definitely a huge piece of news. But here came the problem. The news was just too strange. If it was stirred up, it would go viral. If it was not stirred up, it would be a huge scam. People would call it fake news.
But that was not all. More importantly, Jing Yan was considering Fangzheng's intentions. Fangzheng's every action had won her respect from the beginning. Furthermore, Fangzheng did not seem like a person who was greedy for fame or glory. She did not find it right to use him for hype.
After some thought, Jing Yan chose the method of plucking the fur to make the decision. As the last strand of fur fell …
"Say it?" Jing Yan was taken aback before she gave a wry smile. She carefully searched the cat's body and finally found a strand of fur on its whiskers. She smiled and plucked it off. "Indeed, it won't say it!"
With her worries resolved, she threw the cat away and went to bed! As for cleaning? Sorry, as a woman of the new era, she was very lazy!
Baiyun Monastery was similar. After Fangzheng left, a large number of reporters rushed over and asked about the crossing of the river on a reed. However, everyone in Baiyun Monastery remained silent. Even the villagers at the foot of the mountain seemed to have received some news. No one said a word. It was not easy for the reporters to pry open the mouths of a few villagers and tourists. Although what they said was true, they had a nagging feeling that it was unreliable.
They naturally did not know that Zen Master Baiyun did not wish for anyone to disturb Fangzheng. He had forbidden everyone from speaking nonsense, so the monks naturally did not say a word. As for the villagers at the foot of the mountain, they had feelings for Baiyun Monastery. Although they were impressed by Fangzheng's attention-grabbing performance, they were also displeased. Therefore, all of them kept quiet out of kindness for Baiyun Monastery. They even denied it …
Instantly, the reporters felt like their minds were about to explode. Was there really a crossing of the river on a reed?
As for the Lotus Flower Conveyance, only the monks knew of it. The monks revered Fangzheng like a god. With Zen Master Baiyun's words, who would say anything before Fangzheng said it? The reporters naturally did not know, nor did they ask.
Therefore, the farce caused by the crossing of the river on a reed only lasted for a few days before it died down. With a group of experts trying to decipher the matter, Fangzheng became a cheater who was trying to play to the gallery. He was thrown to the back of everyone's minds and forgotten.
However, the locals still relished it. After all, when Fangzheng crossed the river on a reed, most of the people who saw it were locals. Outsiders might not believe it, but they did! As they circulated their WeChat Moments and chatted after meals, Fangzheng and One Finger Monastery's reputation rapidly spread.
As for Fangzheng, he squatted by the door all day, hoping for a large group of devotees to attack. But what left Fangzheng depressed was that it started snowing again!
The heavy snowfall lasted for three days. Strong winds howled, sealing off the path up the mountain.
Fangzheng stood by the door and looked at the 1.5 meters of snow. He frowned, "What a scam. With such heavy snow, the shorter ones would be buried. It's no wonder no one comes."
"Wu Wu …" Lone Wolf stood in the snow shell with half his head exposed as he whimpered. The snow was too thick. With Lone Wolf's size, all he could do was jump around like a rabbit. After jumping a few times, he stuck out his tongue in exhaustion and stopped going out.
Fangzheng touched the snow shell. It had not completely hardened. He would have to wait a few more days if he wanted to go up.
"Forget it. If I don't clear the snow, there won't be any devotees. Let's get to work! "Fangzheng made up his mind and prepared to get to work!
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