When Fangzheng was ready, Tang Shi suddenly exclaimed. "Master, I forgot to tell you that I'm representing myself in this interview. I'm going to start a live broadcast. Hehe …"
Fangzheng broke out into a cold sweat when he heard that. A live broadcast? He had never done that before! He felt a little guilty. Thankfully, he had a plan in mind. He smiled and said, "Amitabha."
This was a response. It was time to begin. Hence, the reporters began asking questions.
"Abbot Fangzheng, may I ask about Wang Dayou's incident? How did you enter? Didn't the police stop you back then? "a reporter asked.
Fangzheng smiled. "This Penniless Monk walked in. The police did not stop me."
"Abbot Fangzheng, why didn't the police stop you? Did you communicate with each other beforehand? "the reporter continued asking.
Fangzheng shook his head. "This Penniless Monk isn't sure either. Perhaps he didn't see it."
At the same time, Tang Shi's Butterfly livestream instantly blew up.
"Holy sh * t, doesn't this monk have a draft for his lies? Who can't see him dressed in white? He's so eye-catching. "
"That's right, especially when he has a moving light bulb. How blind must the police be to not see him?"
"May I ask weakly, who is this monk? He's quite handsome, and his background is quite beautiful. "
"You don't even know him? Uh, I don't seem to know either. It's explained downstairs … "
"This person is Mt. One Finger's One Finger Monastery's abbot, Fangzheng. This monk is godly. Search the Internet for his deeds. There's quite a lot of them that can't be explained … "
When this person said that, many people began searching out of curiosity. They were shocked when they saw it. Things like crossing the river on a reed, Wang Dayou's incident, a guest appearance in a movie, Li Xueying's visit, etc. Instantly, everyone stopped discussing the news. They began discussing Fangzheng, Mt. One Finger, and One Finger Monastery.
…
As for the policemen who had been handling the case, their faces turned livid. They really wanted to stand forward and shout: "We really didn't see it!"
But when they thought of how their boss had already lied, they couldn't expose him. Hence, all of them chose to shut up. However, the way everyone looked at Fangzheng was odd. Their comments became: "This monk isn't right. He clearly used another method to enter, but he made us take the blame."
…
The reporters were rendered speechless when they heard Fangzheng say that. However, on second thought, they recalled how the commander had tacitly allowed Fangzheng to enter.
And so, this matter was over …
Tang Shi asked, "Abbot Fangzheng, did you know that Chen Danian suddenly stood up at the most shocking wedding yesterday?"
Fangzheng nodded. "Yes."
Tang Shi continued asking, "I heard from Chen Danian that he came to Mt. One Finger to seek treatment. It was you who treated his leg. May I ask, how did you manage to cure a person who had been lame for several years in three days? "
Fangzheng thought for a moment and said, "This Penniless Monk only gets him to fetch water and massages his legs when he's free or does acupuncture. I didn't actually do anything. "
Upon hearing this, the reporters' faces darkened as they thought, "This monk isn't nice! Is he lying without thinking, or does he think we are stupid?
The audience felt the same way. They clamored that the monk wasn't being honest.
The reporters refused to give up. One of the male reporters asked, "Then, can you tell us about Chen Danian's condition from a medical point of view?"
The moment that was said, many reporters secretly gave him a thumbs up. That was a good question! Whether Fangzheng was bragging or talking nonsense depended on how he answered. If he answered professionally, there naturally wouldn't be any problems. What if he answered incorrectly? Humph!
The reporters looked at Fangzheng with nefarious smiles, hoping to see a look of panic on his face. However, not only did Fangzheng not panic, he even laughed!
Fangzheng didn't answer their questions. Instead, he turned his head and said, "Jingxin, bring a chair over."
When Red Boy heard that, he immediately ran over and brought a chair over. He placed it behind Fangzheng. Fangzheng sat down as Jingxin stood by the side like a child attendant. With the master and disciple together, the master was handsome, and the disciple was adorable. Coupled with the beautiful background, it wasn't just the reporters who were taking pictures. The audience in the livestream room also began taking screenshots as a memento …
Someone even said, "Although this baldy isn't nice, his disciple sure is adorable!"
"Yeah, indeed. He's nothing much, but he looks really good."
"I'm drooling …"
"All of you, make way. I'm licking the screen …"
…
Fangzheng glanced at Red Boy and stroked his head. "Go get a stool too."
Red Boy looked at Fangzheng and saw a nefarious smile in Fangzheng's calm eyes. With his understanding of Fangzheng, he knew that someone was in trouble!
At that moment, Jing Yan suddenly raised her hand and said, "Abbot Fangzheng, can I borrow a stool?"
Jing Yan had interacted with Fangzheng several times. Although Fangzheng was a divine monk in her heart, he was definitely not an accomplished monk! A divine monk was a magical monk, while an accomplished monk was a monk with meditative thoughts and a heart that was as broad as the sea! In Jing Yan's eyes, Fangzheng was a magical monk. Although he was magical, his character was like a boy-next-door. He was radiant and honest with a hint of naughtiness. This naughtiness wasn't the naughtiness of an evil person, but an adorable naughtiness. With her understanding of Fangzheng, she knew that the stool definitely wasn't for nothing. Therefore, she hurriedly applied for it.
The other reporters didn't know Fangzheng's plans. All of them carried their cameras and raised their microphones as they aimed their cameras at Fangzheng. Seeing Fangzheng dawdling without answering the question, the male reporter turned anxious.
The male reporter turned a little anxious as he asked, "Abbot Fangzheng, can you answer my question?"
Fangzheng said with a smile, "Amitabha. There's no rush. I'll answer when I'm ready."
The male reporter rolled his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, a northwest wind blew over. It filled him with a mouthful of cold air, making him shiver. He subconsciously tightened his down jacket and thought, "How can I not be anxious? Who wouldn't want to finish the interview early in this darn cold weather and return to enjoy the warmth of the fire? "
Thankfully, Red Boy came and went like the wind. Jing Yan also took large strides, so the two of them returned quickly.
Red Boy held his tiny folding stool and a huge stool. Jing Yan took two chairs and followed behind.
Only then did the reporters notice that the stool, chair, and folding stool were made of extraordinary materials! They seemed to be made of the famous Frost Bamboo. Furthermore, they were in excellent condition! Thinking of how the price of Frost Bamboo increased exponentially with the improvement of its quality, all of their eyes lit up. They thought to themselves, "This monk sure is rich …"
Red Boy put down the folding stool and obediently sat down. Jing Yan put down the chairs and sat on one for the cameraman, Old Miao. Then, she handed the one that Red Boy had brought over to Tang Shi. Tang Shi was afraid of the cold in the beginning and didn't sit down, but after some thought, she still sat down.
Fangzheng shot a glance. He never expected Jing Yan to have a good relationship with Tang Shi.
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