Three words appeared in his mind, "Mole Spell!"
"What's that?" Fangzheng was dumbfounded. Mole Spell? The name did not sound very powerful but when he carefully read the contents of the Mole Spell, Fangzheng immediately beamed!
Zhou Wu felt emboldened when he saw how honest Fangzheng was. He shouted, "Did all of you hear that? The person in question did not say a word. Why are you meddling in his business? "
The villagers looked at Fangzheng. Just as Zhou Wu had said, Fangzheng was the person in question. If Fangzheng had not ordered a fight, they would not have been able to take action.
Fangzheng said with a smile, "Amitabha. Patrons, there's no need to be angry. This Penniless Monk has many bamboo shoots on this mountain. Feel free to do as you please. However, remember not to waste them. If you do … "
"So what if it's a waste?" Zhou Wu believed that Fangzheng was threatening him.
Fangzheng chuckled, "Wastage has to be punished."
"Who's going to punish us?" Ge Yan glared at him. She looked fearless, as though she would smack him with her heels if he dared be smug.
"As the saying goes, the gods are watching." After Fangzheng said that, he flicked his sleeves and walked away!
The villagers were dumbfounded as they looked at Fangzheng's back. Was he really not going to do anything? Since Fangzheng was not going to do anything, there was nothing they could do. All they could do was disperse resentfully.
As Fangzheng walked, Red Boy jumped down from the wall and walked towards him. With his hands behind his back, he looked up and chuckled, "Master, you are back just like that? That person was so arrogant. He wasted so many Frost Bamboo shoots. Aren't you going to do something about it? "
Fangzheng smiled and returned with a question, "Of course I will. Didn't I already do something about it?"
"Tch, what do you mean by doing something about it? Are you going to let it go just by saying a few words? Master, you are too cowardly, "Red Boy curled his lips.
"Oh? Too cowardly? Then what do you think I should do? "Fangzheng asked with a chuckle.
Red Boy said, "Such people should be skinned and thrown into a pot of oil to be fried until they are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. They can be eaten as supper at night!"
Dong!
Fangzheng raised his hand and flicked Red Boy's head. Unfortunately, Red Boy's body was so powerful that it felt like he was hitting steel. Although Fangzheng's hand was strong, it only produced a crisp sound. It was just short of producing a few sparks.
Red Boy didn't feel any pain as he looked provocatively at Fangzheng. His meaning was clear: "What can you do to me?"
Fangzheng smiled when he saw this and began chanting the scriptures.
"Ouch …" Red Boy rolled his eyes and rolled on the ground in pain. At the same time, he shouted, "Master, I was wrong, I was wrong … It hurts, it hurts, it hurts …"
Fangzheng only said one sentence before shooting a glance at Red Boy who was sweating profusely from the pain. "My dear disciple, it's quite a pity to waste those bamboo shoots. Once they disperse, collect the bamboo shoots on the ground and send them down the mountain. It's good to feed the chickens and ducks."
Red Boy sat on the ground with a look of grief and indignation. He looked at Fangzheng's back as he ground his canine teeth. He yelled inwardly, "If not for my lack of divine powers, I would have long eaten this darn monk!"
Although he cursed and cursed, there was still work to be done. It was all because he had such a bastard of a master!
On the other side, Zhou Wu was amused. "That retarded monk must have turned silly from chanting the scriptures. What gods are you talking about? Bullsh * t! Dear, it's time to dig the bamboo shoots! "
"Heh heh, I think he's afraid. He's talking about ghosts and gods to scare people. Such a cowardly man is trash. " After Ge Yan said that, she patted her son, Zhou Wenwu. "Son, you have to learn from your father in the future. Do you understand? Be unafraid of anything. Regardless of how many people there are, beat up anyone who dares bully you! If anything happens, Dad and Mom will hold the fort for you! "
Zhou Wenwu had also seen what had happened today. He felt that his parents were too impressive. They were not afraid despite facing so many people alone. He immediately nodded and said, "Alright, I got it! I'll beat anyone who dares provoke me to death in the future! "
Zhou Wu roared with laughter. "That's my son. Make way. This bamboo shoot doesn't look small. Dig it out and let's see!"
Ge Yan and Zhou Wenwu made way as Zhou Wu folded the military shovel into the shape of a hoe. With a plop, he dug down but the shovel was still too small. It snapped the bamboo shoot in the middle.
Zhou Wu curled his lips. "F * * k, it snapped. I don't want it anymore. Let's find the next one." As he spoke, he was about to leave when Zhou Wenwu shouted, "Dad, your face!"
"What's wrong with my face?" The moment Zhou Wenwu said that, Zhou Wu felt his face itch. He reached out to touch it and his skin seemed to protrude. There was even hair … He immediately had an ominous feeling.
When Ge Yan heard Zhou Wenwu's shout, she looked up and jumped in fright. "Aiyah, Old Zhou, why do you have a mole on your face?"
"What? How is that possible? When did I have a mole on my face? " Zhou Wu hurriedly took out his cell phone and used the selfie function to take a picture of himself. Indeed, on the left side of his face, beneath his eyelid, there was a tiny mole the size of a mosquito bite. There was even a tiny strand of black hair on it.
"What's this? I didn't see it in the past, "Zhou Wu mumbled.
"It looks like it just grew out," said Ge Yan.
"Forget it. It's just a tiny mole. I'll go to the hospital when I'm down the mountain." Zhou Wu thought nothing of it as he continued digging for bamboo shoots. This time, he dug out quite well. He liked its appearance, so he put it away in the snakeskin bag.
Although Ge Yan didn't say anything, she was still quite worried. The monk had just said that the gods were watching. He wasted a bamboo shoot, and now he had a black mole on his face. Could it be that he was really getting retribution? Therefore, Ge Yan kept secretly watching Zhou Wu. When she saw that the mole on Zhou Wu's face did not change, she heaved a sigh of relief. She mumbled, "This darn monk. He scared me to death."
Zhou Wu dug out a few more bamboo shoots and was very satisfied with them. He placed them in the snakeskin bag. However, Zhou Wu was dissatisfied with the sixth one. He cursed, "It's that old? I don't want it anymore! "
Behind him, Zhou Wenwu ran into the bamboo forest to play. Ge Yan was worried for her child, so she ran off as well. No one looked at Zhou Wu. Zhou Wu felt a slight itch on his face, but he thought nothing of it. He treated it as a result of his sweat and continued digging. Zhou Wu was picky. He did not want the big ones or the small ones. He only wanted those that he found pleasing to the eye.
As for the villagers, they did not like Zhou Wu. Therefore, wherever Zhou Wu went, they would consciously leave. They could not even be bothered to look at him.
Soon, Zhou Wu dug out a snakeskin bag of bamboo shoots. He looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction. He took out his cell phone and took two pictures of the bamboo shoots in the snakeskin bag. Then, he switched the camera and prepared to take a picture with it. However, the next moment …
"What the hell!?" When Zhou Wu saw the person in the camera, his hand trembled in fright as he threw his cell phone away!
Upon hearing Zhou Wu's shout, Ge Yan and Zhou Wenwu immediately looked over. Then, they exclaimed in unison, "Old Zhou [Dad], why is your face so black? Is there hair? "
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