Chapter 1489 This Monk Beats Someone!

Together with the sound, the BMW driver subconsciously stopped taking out money...

Others heard the sound and looked over...

I saw behind him, at some point, there was a monk dressed in ragged clothes. This monk looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"Little monk, I advise you to go back to your car as if you haven't seen anything." At this time, the bald head said.

Fangzheng smiled slightly and said, "Amitabha, thank you for your kindness, but the poor monk just saw the benefactor take out a lame chicken from his arms and throw it behind the tire of the car. Since the poor monk saw it, he couldn't help but say it." ?”

Hearing this, the BMW driver suddenly said: "Master, forget it... just let me do it, let's go quickly."

Apparently, the driver saw that Fangzheng was speaking for him. He also knew that it was not as simple as crushing a chicken.

"Let's go? No one wants to leave without two thousand!" At this time, Ping Yuan said.

A group of people suddenly dispersed and surrounded Fangzheng.

Fangzheng said: "All benefactors, the poor monk can't even take out two yuan, and you need two thousand to open your mouth, which is too much... Besides, you threw the chicken, how can you blame this benefactor?"

The BMW driver was a little anxious, he pulled Fangzheng and said, "Master, stop talking..."

Fangzheng said, "Don't worry, benefactor, the poor monk has already called the police, and the police will come soon."

"What? You fucking called the police?" Ping Yuan and the others lost their composure when they heard this.

The bald head even changed his image of a good old man. He took a step forward, grabbed Fangzheng by the collar, and said, "Dead monk, you misread just now, he fucked the chicken, you have to pay for it! Believe it or not, The police didn't come, how many of us beat you two like that chicken?"

Fangzheng said with a cute smile: "The benefactor, the chicken, you really threw it yourself. If you don't believe me, you can ask the chicken."

"Ask the chicken?" Everyone was stunned, looking at Fangzheng's eyes again, it was like looking at an idiot.

Fangzheng ignored them, turned his head to look at the innocent-looking chicken on the ground, and said, "Chicken benefactor, who do you think broke your leg? I know you can't speak, who beat you, you point with your wings." Who is it?"

Everyone was speechless for a while...

The man carrying the pickaxe let out a chuckle: "I thought I met a brave hero, but in the end I met a fool..."

"Is this monk mentally ill?"

"Chicken can still identify the murderer? Damn, maybe this monk didn't take his medicine?"

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The bald head was also happy: "This chicken can still... I Cao..."

Before the bald head finished speaking, he saw the chicken pointing at Pingyuan with its wings outstretched.

When Ping Yuan saw it, he was startled, and then cursed: "What the hell do you mean?"

Fangzheng quickly pulled away the bald head's hand that was holding onto his clothes, as if the bald head was cooperating with him, he opened it with one clap, and then ran over to block the chicken.

The bald head was taken aback for a moment, and he looked down at his hand, because the monk pulled it so hard that his fingernails were split off!

Thinking about the monk's strange strength just now, cold sweat broke out on his bald head, and he subconsciously touched the knife in his pocket, and his heart stabilized.

"Benefactor, even the chickens say you did it, so just admit it." Fangzheng said to Pingyuan.

Ping Yuan said angrily: "Admit you..."

Before he could swear, Fangzheng suddenly covered Pingyuan's mouth with his hand, and said, "Almsgiver, if you have something to say, it's not good to swear. Also, it's okay to scold the poor monk, but don't scold the poor monk's family... Otherwise, the poor monk will be swearing." The monk will be angry."

While listening to the monk in front of him chattering, Ping Yuan tried hard to break free from the monk's hand, but was surprised to find that the monk's hand was like an iron hoop pinching his mouth. I can't break it!

On the contrary, the harder he exerted, the harder the other party exerted. He had a feeling that his teeth were loosened... If he continued like this, he would probably be pinched off!

"Benefactor, if you agree with the poor monk's suggestion, you can nod, if you disagree, you can shake your head, okay?" Fangzheng said with a smile.

Ping Yuan nodded vigorously.

Fangzheng withdrew his hand and said, "Is this really good?"

"Let go!" At this moment, the bald head suddenly took out a knife and pressed it against Fangzheng's back, and said fiercely at the same time: "Monk, don't think that you can come out to fight for justice after practicing kung fu for a few days, get out of here!" point, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Others also saw that this monk was here to make trouble.

Fangzheng said helplessly: "All benefactors, the chickens have come out to testify, do you still want to blackmail people?"

"A chicken to testify? Are you kidding me? This chicken just stretches out its wings and stabilizes its body. What kind of testimony is this? I won't believe you unless he calls something wrong." Someone in the crowd laughed.

Fangzheng nodded and said, "Alright, chicken benefactor, if this benefactor hurt you, please call three long beeps and two short beeps."

Everyone laughed: "This monk is really crazy..."

However, the next moment, everyone was going crazy...

I saw the chicken suddenly raised its neck, cluck-clack-cluck-cluck!

Three long and two short!

"I, Cao..." Someone trembled in fright, and dropped the weapon in his hand.

The BMW driver almost lost his wallet...

The bald head was covered in cold sweat, and said, "Monk, you... how did you do it?"

Seeing the monk turning around with a smile, he said: "Benefactor, if you want others to not know, you must do nothing yourself. Enough is enough..."

"It's good for you!" Ping Yuan roared angrily, and suddenly took out a hammer from his bosom!

The bald head exclaimed, "No!"

However, Pingyuan's hammer had already fallen, and it happened to hit Fangzheng on the head...

Just listen, right!

The sparks are all bursting out!

Everyone was dumbfounded...

Hitting the head with the hammer didn't produce the effect of smashing a watermelon, instead it produced sparks... Is this still a head?

Ping Yuan was so frightened that he doubted life a little. He looked at the hammer in his hand, then at the monk who had turned around unharmed before him, and said, "You... what?"

Fang Zhengze said with a look of hating iron but not steel: "Benefactor, if you have something to say, why use force?"

While speaking, Fangzheng kicked his leg!

Everyone heard a bang, and Pingyuan was kicked like a football, flying more than 20 meters away, and fell into the ditch... Clutching his stomach and yelling, he couldn't get up again.

"Pingyuan!" The bald man exclaimed, and stabbed Fang Zheng with a dagger, only to hear a sound, the dagger seemed to be pierced on the steel, and it couldn't go in at all!

Fangzheng turned around, shaking his head slightly...

The bald head cried: "Master, I..."