Chapter 1088

The old lady became even more excited. She obviously recognized Fang Zheng from the very beginning, and she never doubted Fang Zheng's ability. But there is no doubt that it is a different matter from personal experience. The old man is in good health, his face flushes when he is excited, and he walks much more briskly. But the old man is not a talkative person, so he just followed with a smile.

Not long after walking, everyone saw a salted fish trotting all the way to catch up, ran a few steps, coughed, and had sparks... It felt like watching a miniature version of a fire-breathing dragon in a blockbuster movie in country M of.

As soon as this guy ran over, Fangzheng took off the black cloth from his body and spread it out.

After staring at the salted fish and Fang Zheng for a while, they lay down obediently, and then Fang Zheng wrapped the salted fish in a black cloth and hung it on his body.

As a result, there was a strange bald monk on the road, carrying a black cloth bag on his back. The point is, as he walked, some black smoke and sparks would be emitted from the small hole in the black cloth bag...

Ba Song frowned and said, "Master, the thing you're carrying is breathing fire."

Fangzheng said: "It's okay, eating too much is inevitable. Just go back and drink more water..."

Regarding the fact that the salted fish ate the cake, Fangzheng didn't intend to hide it. Anyway, if someone who understands this matter thinks about it carefully, he will understand.

Ba Song was stunned when he heard the words, he has always considered himself very high, and believed that he had also reached the top of the world in the field of martial arts. But after meeting Fangzheng, he suddenly felt that his martial arts were a bit ridiculous... That's fine, the more he got in touch with this monk, the more surprised he found that every move of this monk seemed to break his understanding of the world. cognition.

Ba Song followed Fangzheng, turned on his mobile phone and secretly looked up the word Fangzheng. As a result, the more he looked, the more cold sweat grew on his forehead. I don't know! At the same time, he became more and more hopeful about his own revenge. While looking at Fangzheng, he looked a little more in awe, and at the same time, he became more admiring and fanatical.

There is no way, as a native of T country, he has been influenced by Buddhist culture since he was a child, so he naturally has a good impression of monks. Seeing these now, he has long been astonished as a heavenly man.

Just when Basong called out to the living Buddha in his heart, the living Buddha in front of him took out his mobile phone and instantly tore the beautiful picture in his heart to pieces!

Basong looked at Fangzheng with great resentment...

Fangzheng ignored him, but dialed the phone number Jing Yan gave him. The other party's voice was very respectful. After asking Fangzheng's location, a young man in a suit and leather shoes ran over after a while. Fangzheng nodded and bowed, then turned around and didn't see the salute, so he gave up on being courteous and took Fangzheng's ID to go through the immigration formalities.

Taking advantage of this gap, Fangzheng asked Xiaoxun, Grandpa Xiaoxun and the old lady: "Amitabha, several benefactors, what will you do next?"

Xiao Xun's grandfather said: "We have something to deal with here, so we won't join in the fun with the master. As an old man, I always feel that I have seen the truth and falsehood in this world. I only know the truth when I meet the master today. , what I have seen all these years are nothing but dream bubbles. Master, I have really been taught this time, so I will leave.”

After Xiaoxun's grandfather finished speaking, he turned around and left with Xiaoxun, without dragging his clothes, which was quite a bit of the free and easy and unruly style of ancient warriors back then. The same is true for Xiao Xun, with her long legs striding away, followed closely behind, as if the mysterious monk who suddenly broke into her life was just a passer-by, her chic ponytail flicked behind her head, as if she was following Fang Zheng Say goodbye.

Fangzheng clasped his hands together and sang a Buddhist name to see them off. Then Fangzheng looked at the old lady and said with a smile, "Benefactor, what about you?"

The old lady chuckled and said, "I'm fine, it's just that this sudden encounter made me feel that my life has become much more exciting, and I'm much younger. You are busy with your work, and I have someone to pick you up."

Fangzheng said: "The benefactor should leave as soon as possible. It will be troublesome when the policemen react."

The old lady chuckled, she didn't seem to take it seriously, but she left quickly, but before leaving, she gave Fang Zheng a business card, saying that she would keep in touch with her in the future.

Fangzheng looked at the card made of jasmine in his hand, he was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "This old benefactor is still old-hearted, and he uses such a unique business card." There is not much introduction on the business card, only one Simple name Wu Moli, followed by a phone number. That's all...

Ba Song glanced at it, and then smiled and said: "Modern people don't look at their face, but their heart. The heart is not old, and the person is not old."

"You know this very well. The poor monk thought you had been living in hatred all this time." Fangzheng smiled.

Ba Song sighed: "If I hadn't met my master, I would indeed have fallen into hatred and couldn't extricate myself. For so many years, my master has led me to practice jujitsu while comprehending life... Unfortunately, I still can't be like my master said. Let go of what should be let go."

Fangzheng looked relieved, if there was no one to guide him, Fangzheng really didn't believe that Basong could bear it for so many years before making a move. Being able to keep a person who bears such a blood debt quiet for so many years, Fangzheng is also a little curious about what kind of person Basong's master is.

At this moment, the young man came back, happily took Fangzheng into a Great Wall car, and went straight to the hotel.

"Great Wall? Your friend doesn't have much money." Basong whispered beside him.

Fangzheng looked at the tricycle outside the window and said with a smile, "That convertible is pretty good."

Bassong immediately rolled his eyes, he found that when talking to this monk, he often didn't talk together, and his brain circuits were not on the same line. But he also understood that Fangzheng told him that he didn't care what kind of car it was.

But the young man quit, and immediately said: "If master needs it, as long as master can order a brand car, I can get it. Here, although we are not local snakes, we are not short of money. But the eldest lady said , the master may not like foreign products, so I specially bought this car. This can be regarded as supporting domestic production..."

Bassong originally wanted to say that the young man was bragging.

But when the car drove into a luxurious manor, he decisively chose to shut up!

He doesn't know how much land this manor occupies. Anyway, the wall at the entrance alone can't see the end. When you enter the manor, you will directly see the sea of ​​flowers and lawns... It seems that this manor has its own golf course!

Ba Song is not someone like Fang Zheng who has never seen the world. Such a large manor is still in Hanoi! Although it is said that YN is not as well developed as Huaxia, but this is also their capital! Here is also a place where every inch of land is very expensive, such a large piece of land... Thinking about the backing behind, Basong rubbed his brows subconsciously, feeling that he was getting more and more incomprehensible to this monk.