However, under the pressure of his fear of death, Song Yuhe had no choice but to suppress his anger and ask, "TCM or Western medicine?"
Fangzheng smiled faintly and stared into Song Yuhe's eyes. "Medical skills."
"That's right. I know. I'm asking you if you want to talk about TCM or Western medicine, "Song Yuhe repeated.
However, he saw Fangzheng repeat, "Medical skills."
"Master, can you stop joking? There are many kinds of medical skills, but the most common ones in the market are TCM and Western medicine. Everything has a focus, and the focus is different. Naturally, the lecture will be different, and the audience will be different, "Song Yuhe said impatiently.
However, Fangzheng still said indifferently, "Medical skills."
Song Yuhe blew his top as he roared angrily for the first time. "Can you answer my question? Don't tell me you plan on telling me everything? "
Song Yuhe had only said it in passing, but he regretted it the moment he said it. The monk in front of him was strange. If he was a ghost or something, his roar would likely end his life there and then.
However, a dead pig wasn't afraid of boiling water. Since he had already shouted, he could only accept it. He stiffened his neck and stared at Fangzheng, waiting for the outcome.
Fangzheng smiled and nodded. "Yes."
"Uh …" Song Yuhe was instantly dumbfounded as he looked at Fangzheng as though he was a monster. He really wished to crack open the monk's brain to see how it worked. Explain everything? He chuckled. In this world, there was no one who could explain all the medical skills in a lecture. He might not even be able to explain a tiny bit of medical skills.
Song Yuhe looked at Fangzheng as though he was a retard. "Master, do you know how long this will take?"
Fangzheng said, "Very long. Therefore, This Penniless Monk plans on imitating the ancients and preaching the Dao."
When Song Yuhe heard that, he nearly choked to death. He thought, "Heh! This monk is getting more and more incredulous the more he asks. Imitating the ancients and preaching the Dao? Why don't you ascend to the heavens?
Which ancient person who could do that wasn't the founder of a sect? It's not even certain if there was one. Instead, in the legends of immortals, there were immortals who preached the Dao, attracting countless demons and ghosts to worship them.
Upon thinking of demons and ghosts, Song Yuhe immediately jolted. He suddenly recalled that the monk in front of him wasn't anything ordinary either!
With this in mind, Song Yuhe looked at Fangzheng and was surprised to discover that Fangzheng had vanished!
It was as if he had disappeared into thin air. There was no one around. He looked down at the ground and sucked in a breath of cold air. This was because there wasn't a single footprint in the snow where Fangzheng had been standing! Then, what was Fangzheng standing on? Could it be …
With this in mind, Song Yuhe's hair stood on end. He turned and ran. He was also quite old, but he maintained his body very well. He usually walked as if he was flying. Now, he was running at the speed of a flying man …
After Song Yuhe ran far away, Fangzheng dispelled A Golden Millet Dream. He rubbed his nose and mumbled. "This is the first time I've tried so hard to posture. I hope it wasn't for nothing."
With that said, Fangzheng returned to One Finger Monastery. The moment he entered, Fangzheng was surrounded by a group of disciples. All of them stared at him with widened eyes as though they were saying: "You still know to come back? Where the hell did you go? "
Among all the angry gazes, only Squirrel's gaze was slightly different. Therefore, Fangzheng chose to ask Squirrel, "Jingkuan, do you have something to say?"
"Master, didn't you think of us when you went down the mountain alone? We were so worried about you! But what about you? You went down the mountain for so long, but you didn't bring back anything delicious for us. How can you face us? "Squirrel said indignantly.
When Fangzheng heard the first half, he believed that Squirrel had changed and that his thoughts had finally caught up to the Party. But when he said the second half, Fangzheng realized that Squirrel was still the same Squirrel. He had overestimated Squirrel …
"Master, you are too much. You ran off alone. You even used a smokescreen. Are you afraid that we will follow you? Be honest. Did you secretly eat delicious food? "Red Boy said angrily with his hands behind his back.
Lone Wolf added, "Master, you used to bring one of us wherever you went in the past. But this time, you went down the mountain alone. There must be a problem. "
Monkey said, "Master, I think it's best you confess."
Salted Fish coughed dryly and said, "Reverend, as a senior, I have to remind you that you will starve if you incur the wrath of the masses."
Fangzheng pricked up his brows when he heard that. He smiled and said, "Yes, all of you have said a lot, and it's very good. Let's continue. I'll also continue listening. This will show that our One Finger Monastery is a free, open, and democratic monastery. We are different! "
Upon hearing Fangzheng's words, the few of them immediately turned spirited, especially Squirrel. He shouted indignantly, "Master, you can go down the mountain alone, but you have to tell us. Look, because I was worried about you, I've lost weight from starvation. "
Fangzheng: "…"
Lone Wolf added, "Me too. I've also lost weight from starvation. If not for my fur, I wouldn't have been able to tell. I'm embarrassed to come out, but … there's no need to call me down the mountain. "
Monkey said, "Master, I didn't lose weight, but I think you should consider our feelings."
Salted Fish shouted as well, "Aren't you embarrassed to say that? Reverend, I'm worried when you go down the mountain alone. The more I worry, the greater the burden. The greater the burden, the faster the hunger … "
…
Fangzheng chuckled as he listened. He got Red Boy to cook.
Before long, it was mealtime …
"Continue. I'm listening. I value freedom very much. You have a reason to speak. "Fangzheng sat there and ate. He picked up some food and spoke righteously.
However, across the table, the few animals stood in a row as they looked at Fangzheng with tears in their eyes.
"Master, I was wrong. I was just speaking nonsense. Please don't mind me," Squirrel shouted.
Salted Fish also shouted, "Reverend, I was wrong too. In the future, I'll definitely follow your lead. Whatever you say will be the truth. Aiyah, eat slowly. Leave some for me … "
Tragic cries sounded incessantly, but Fangzheng ate happily. He said with a smile, "Don't be like that. Our monastery values freedom of speech very much. Go on, I'm listening … "
When the few animals heard that, their eyes welled with tears as they cried inwardly, "Freedom of speech my ass! You call this freedom? This is hegemony, alright? " Boohoo …
The moment Park Mintae reached the foot of the mountain, he immediately ran to Black Mountain City to find his master, Park Changmin.
There was a chair and a cup of tea. A man dressed in loose black traditional attire was sitting cross-legged there, quietly drinking tea. Although the elder's hair was a little white, his narrowed eyes emitted a glint that resembled a blade that shimmered coldly …
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