Therefore, Ruan Xianghe looked at Fangzheng and asked, "Did you really figure out something?"
His tone and gaze seemed to be condescending, judging, and interrogating.
Fangzheng immediately frowned when he saw this.
He could understand Ruan Xianghe's outburst. After all, she was concerned about Jiang Ting's performance. Furthermore, Fangzheng had indeed done something that caused people to misunderstand him. That was why he could remain silent and let her say whatever she wanted … Using the great technique of diverting attention that he had learned when he was criticized by his teacher, no matter what she said, he would not listen to a single word …
But what about now? Are you trying to interrogate me?
Therefore, Fangzheng pressed his palms together and smiled at Jiang Ting. It was a way to express his gratitude for her kindness. Then, without even looking at Ruan Xianghe, he turned and left. What a joke. If Fangzheng had not heard the commotion in the front yard and came out to take a look out of curiosity, he would not have gotten himself into such a predicament. If he hadn't come out, he would have started stewing ginseng to cultivate the Dragon Elephant Body Tempering Art. Time is so precious, why waste it on an irrelevant person …
Seeing Fangzheng leave just like that, Ruan Xianghe immediately felt embarrassed. What is the most infuriating thing? He wasn't being pointed at and scolded. Instead, he was being treated like air, completely ignored!
As the director of Black River City Hospital, Ruan Xianghe was the center of attention wherever she went. When had he ever been ignored like this? The anger in her rose, but Ruan Xianghe also knew that if what Jiang Ting said was true, she had misunderstood Fangzheng. It was normal for him to be angry and ignore her. Before confirming that Fangzheng wasn't a fortune-teller, she would appear to be lacking in class if she were to fire.
Therefore, Ruan Xianghe suppressed her anger before she could explode. She took a deep breath and tried her best to calm herself down. She said to Fangzheng, "Little Monk, if you can prove that you are good at fortune-telling, it would mean that I misunderstood you. I can apologize to you. But, if you don't know how to read fortunes and can't see anything and only stare at Jiang Ting, don't blame me for scolding you again! "
Fangzheng's footsteps paused slightly as he said without turning his head, "Patron, if you wish to offer incense and pray to Buddha, you can head to the temple hall. If there's nothing else, go down the mountain. "What a joke. Fangzheng was indeed not a fortune-teller. But with the Heavenly Eye, he could see through the blessings and misfortunes of the week! With the Divine Eye, all the opportunities were clear! How could he not be better than fortune-telling? However, if he saw it and spoke of it, it would be a heavenly secret! If the heavenly secrets were to be revealed, it would be a blessing!
Fangzheng said that the heavens had blessed him, but all he got in return was the statement that he wasn't a cheat? Isn't this a little too cheap? Fangzheng wasn't a fool. Why would he say it? Not speaking! An alibi! You can think whatever you want … He's a monk, he doesn't care whether you approve or not. It was fine as long as his heart was at ease …
"You …" Ruan Xianghe was infuriated when she heard that. She hadn't even gotten angry, but the little monk was the first to get angry! What? Can't I say that I'm a hooligan?
Zhao Yumin looked at Fangzheng's back and smiled bitterly. "Alright, why are you being angry at a child? Perhaps it's really a misunderstanding. Let's leave it at that, let's go down the mountain. "
Ruan Xianghe thought about it and agreed. Why should she get angry at a child? Moreover, he had said what he needed to say, so that was it …
Although the two didn't plan on continuing, they were completely disappointed in One Finger Monastery and Fangzheng. It was especially so for Zhao Yumin. He had great hopes before coming, hoping to resolve the questions on his mind. For example, how Fangzheng had impregnated a person with a brick and a combined harvester, or how he had treated an incurable disease. But now, he had no such thoughts. From his point of view, Fangzheng lacked the ability to do so! As for what had happened previously, it was likely just a rumor. The root of the problem with the brick and combined harvester might not be Mt. One Finger, but somewhere else …
Jiang Ting felt extremely guilty when she saw the situation turn out this way. From her point of view, both sides were good people. It was just a misunderstanding that had resulted in such a mess. She felt really bad about it.
With this in mind, Jiang Ting gritted her teeth and shouted. "Abbot Fangzheng, please wait."
Fangzheng's impression of Jiang Ting was pretty good. He stopped and said warmly, "Patron, This Penniless Monk knows what you want to ask. This Penniless Monk has indeed seen something from you. However, all tribulations are protected by Bodhisattva. You should be able to survive them safely. Calm down and do what needs to be done. Do more good in the future. It will only be beneficial to you. "
With that said, Fangzheng didn't stay any longer. Instead, he continued studying his ginseng.
Upon hearing Fangzheng say so, Jiang Ting heaved a sigh of relief. With Monkey's experience, she was afraid that she would encounter any mishaps without anyone warning her. She was still young, and she didn't wish to die.
However, when Ruan Xianghe heard this, all she did was shake her head slightly. She didn't say a word, but she was shaking her head inwardly. "Such mystical words are useless no matter who you use them on. This monk does have a glib tongue, but he might not have the ability. "
Zhao Yumin's thoughts were similar to Ruan Xianghe's. Both of them were old and had traveled extensively. They had seen many fortune-tellers who claimed to be masters. These people were nothing more than using words to bluff others. They spoke in such mystical terms that regardless of what happened in the future, it would all be within their predictions. Such fortune-telling was actually a way to put one's mind at ease.
Fangzheng's words were the same. There would be tribulations in the future, but Bodhisattva would protect you. That also meant that if you were safe and sound, it would be thanks to Bodhisattva. If something were to happen to you, it would mean that your protection period had passed. His words sounded exactly the same as those masters.
The two shook their heads and completely gave up on such thoughts. They bade farewell and left.
On the way down the mountain, the two shared their thoughts with Jiang Ting. Although Jiang Ting nodded, she still hoped that what Fangzheng said was right. This was because she had a feeling that Fangzheng wasn't lying.
Fangzheng returned to the kitchen and used a kitchen knife to slice the ginseng. The pale white ginseng slices with golden insides emitted a faint fragrance. When Fangzheng smelled it, he had the urge to eat it raw. However, Fangzheng held back as he mumbled inwardly, "Once I master my divine powers, I'll nurture him with a piece of spirit ginseng. When the time comes, I'll eat the spirit ginseng slices raw. When I have nothing to do, I'll have some stir-fried spirit ginseng slices to be extravagant."
As his mind fantasized, Fangzheng touched the medicine jar and was dumbfounded.
Fangzheng measured the size of the medicine jar and then the amount and size of the ginseng. He tragically realized that the medicine jar couldn't hold that much ginseng!
"You sure are ruthless! I'll switch to a bigger one! "After Fangzheng said that, he placed the medicine jar to the side.
Although One Finger Monastery was poor, there was one thing it had in abundance. It was jars. There was no other way about it. The duo was too poor. The main food on Mt. One Finger was wild vegetables in spring and vegetables they grew themselves in summer and autumn. When winter came, they could only eat pickled vegetables. Pickling naturally required jars and jars.
However, after Zen Master One Finger passed away, Fangzheng had not pickled vegetables for a year. His stock had long been finished, leaving behind a large pile of jars and jars.
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