Chapter 1288

After drinking, the salted fish was poured out of the bowl, not a single drop was left!

The salted fish smacked its mouth and ate the tea leaves around its mouth.

Then Xianyu burped, exhaled a breath of fragrance, shook his head and looked at a group of stunned people.

The eyes of these people are very strange, as if they saw a pig eating the best ganoderma lucidum, the distressed feeling of ruining the best in the world makes even the salted fish feel a little embarrassed.

Salted Fish waved his fins and said: "Okay, don't look at it anymore, it's all gone. I'm wondering about my ancestors, just drink some water to quench your thirst, and you're nagging me...is it annoying? Let's go Already!"

After speaking, Xianyu turned and left.

"Wait a minute!" At this moment, Boss Qian shouted and stopped Xianyu.

Xianyu turned back, looked at him with a look like a fool, and said, "I'm leaving, wait, what can you do?"

Then the salted fish left...

That's right, just go...

Boss Qian stood alone in the wind, it was a mess... Cursed in his heart: "Who are these people in this Finger Temple? No, what are they?! What a damn... People and people How about the minimum respect between them? Uh...it seems that the other party is not human..."

Seeing Boss Qian's pitiful appearance of bumping into the iron plate again, the others shook their heads incessantly.

Boss Qian blushed and froze in place...

At this moment, Song Ming came over. Song Ming sneered and said, "Boss Qian, I heard earlier that being a traitor will automatically lower your IQ. Now it seems that it should be true."

"Song Ming! What do you mean?" Boss Qian said angrily.

Song Ming laughed and said, "Don't you know what I mean?" After laughing for a while, Song Ming's complexion sank, and he cursed word by word: "Dog traitor!"

When Boss Qian heard this, he was furious. He rolled up his sleeves and said angrily, "Song Ming, who are you scolding?"

Song Ming said: "I scold the dog!"

When Boss Qian heard this, he was about to slap him!

At this moment, a white figure stood in front of Song Ming, and asked lightly: "Benefactor, what are you doing?"

Boss Qian naturally knew this monk, the only person in One Finger Temple was a senior monk, Fangzheng!

But after he came to Yizhi Temple, he was suffocated. Seeing the right master, the evil came out of his guts. He thought about slapping him, and then said that he hit the wrong person. Wouldn't it be wonderful? ?

Then, Boss Qian swung his arm and roared, "Song Ming, I'll beat you to death!"

Almost at the same time, a smile flashed in Boss Qian's eyes... But the next moment, his smile turned into fear!

Seeing his slap raised high, the pilgrims who had come to offer incense rolled up their sleeves collectively, and their fierce eyes fell on him like an enemy of a hundred generations!

This gaze was like a bucket of ice water, instantly waking up Boss Qian!

Who is the person in front of me? This is Founder!

It's okay in the south, but in the northeast, in Heishan City, who would dare to fight Fangzheng in the street? That's boring!

Fan Zheng's fans can drown him with saliva!

Looking around, there was a large circle of tall, five-and-three-thick Northeast men leaning over with their muscles showing, Boss Qian's hairs stood on end, and he felt that if this slap went down, he would probably be beaten to death here!

So, Boss Qian didn't dare to slap his slap, so he waved it back and said, "Can't you move your shoulders?"

After finishing speaking, Boss Qian left immediately in despair.

Everyone laughed when they saw this...

There was a lot of booing.

"Thank you, Master Fangzheng." Song Ming thanked Fangzheng.

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "Amitabha, this is what a poor monk should do. Almighty, just now the poor monk heard you say, traitor? What does this mean?"

So, Song Ming repeated what he said to Tang Mutu and others in front of everyone.

When everyone heard it, they sighed endlessly, and then they continued to curse.

Fangzheng also frowned. He didn't expect Huaxia to be so powerful, and there were still people willing to kneel down and be slaves.

Seeing Fangzheng frowning, Song Ming said sincerely: "Master, now that the Hiei family is here again, we are afraid that we will lose. We are not afraid of losing, but Huaxia Tea has just started to improve, and I am not willing to be suppressed again. I implore Abbot Fangzheng to give you some cold bamboo tea just now, so that we can win this game and win back our dignity!"

Tang Chen also stepped forward and begged: "Abbot Fangzheng, I know you are a true master, please help us... If the Hiei family is really capable, we will lose if we lose, follow up and strive to surpass. But they used such a dirty method, we are unwilling to accept the loss, and we are not reconciled! I implore the master to give you the kind of tea just now, and win this game!"

Tang Mutu also folded his hands together, and said in an ancient manner: "I implore Master to help you."

Boss Jia also stepped forward and said, "Master, although I have business dealings with Boss Qian, I am still from Huaxia. In this competition, I implore Master to take action and win glory for Huaxia. Rectify the name of Huaxia Tea!"

The others were still laughing, but they stopped laughing when they heard this.

Many people from the tea industry came here this time, some are tea connoisseurs, some are tea sellers, even tourists, seven or eight out of ten are tea drinkers.

Seeing this situation, everyone bowed to each other and said, "I implore Master to act!"

Fangzheng was stunned by these people's worship all of a sudden, his mind turned a little bit, he wiped his nose, clasped his hands together and said: "Benefactors, I am afraid that the poor monk will not be able to satisfy your request."

Everyone was stunned. They never expected that Fangzheng refused the request of hundreds of people!

This kind of problem that can be solved by raising your hand, Fangzheng didn't help?

Everyone was puzzled, but they didn't mean to blame.

Tang Chen was a little anxious and wanted to ask something.

Tang was confused but waved his hand, suppressed him, and asked in puzzlement: "Master, why is this?"

Fangzheng beckoned, Xianyu came out, brought another bowl of tea, and drank it there.

Fangzheng said: "Is this kind of tea what the benefactors are looking for?"

Everyone nodded.

Song Ming even said: "This salted fish mage drink slowly, if you give this tea to me, I can beat him by the head of Bi Ruishan."

The salted fish rolled its eyes and dried it up in one bite!

Song Ming stomped his feet anxiously.

Tang Chen couldn't bear it anymore, Master: "Could it be that you would rather feed the fish than give it to us, to win the reputation of Huaxia?"

"That's right?" Everyone asked in unison, puzzled.

Fangzheng smiled and said, "The benefactor is right this time."

Tang Chen's face turned livid from anger, Song Ming's face turned pale, and he said bitterly, "Forget it, we didn't live up to it, so it's no wonder Master didn't help us."

After speaking, Song Ming walked away dejectedly.

Fangzheng didn't stop him, but said flatly: "That kind of tea is only suitable for feeding fish. Since it's a competition, of course you have to get it. Of course, if the benefactor doesn't want it, then forget it."