Chapter 289 The Master Is Dead 【Subscription】
Three words flew out of my mind: "Black mole technique!"
"What is this?" Fangzheng was stunned, black mole technique? Hearing the name, he doesn't look very powerful, but after reading the content of the black mole technique carefully, Fangzheng burst into laughter!
Seeing that Fangzheng was so honest, Zhou Wu became more courageous, and shouted: "Did you hear that? The Lord didn't say anything, what are you people meddling in?"
The villagers looked at Fangzheng. Just as Zhou Wu said, Fangzheng was the real master. If Fangzheng didn't talk about fighting, it would be really difficult for them to do it.
Fangzheng smiled and said, "Amitabha, you don't need to get angry. There are a lot of bamboo shoots on this poor monk's mountain. You can do whatever you want. But, don't waste it. If you waste it..."
"What about waste?" Zhou Wu thought that Fangzheng was going to threaten him.
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "Waste is punishable."
"Who will punish?" Ge Yan stared, as if she was not afraid of anything, if you dared to frighten her, the old lady's high-heeled shoes would slap you.
"As the saying goes: there is a god when you lift your head three feet up." After Fangzheng finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left!
Looking at Fangzheng's back, the villagers looked dazed, did they really care? Fangzheng didn't care anymore, and they couldn't care less, so they could only leave in resentment.
As Fangzheng was walking, the red boy jumped off the wall and walked towards him, with his hands behind his back and his head held high, he laughed and said, "Master, you're back soon? That person is so arrogant, he wasted so many bamboo shoots, You don't care?"
Fangzheng smiled slightly, and asked back: "Take care of it, of course I take care of it, isn't the teacher already taking care of it?"
"Cut, what does this matter? Just say a few words? Master, you are too cowardly." Hong Boy curled his lips and said.
"Oh? How cowardly? Then according to your idea, what should you do as a teacher?" Fang Zheng asked with a smile.
Hong Haier said: "This kind of person should be peeled and deboned, thrown into the frying pan until the outside is crispy and the inside is tender, for supper at night!"
Boom!
Fangzheng raised his hand like a chestnut, but unfortunately, Honghaier's physical body is so strong that hitting it is like hitting steel. Although Fangzheng's hand is strong, it only makes a crisp sound, and he is only a few shots away. Martian.
The red boy didn't feel any pain, and looked at Fangzheng with a provocative expression, the meaning was very clear: "What can you do to me?"
Fangzheng smiled slightly when he saw this, and read the scriptures.
"Oh..." Hong Haier rolled his eyes and rolled on the ground in pain, and shouted at the same time; "Master, I was wrong, I was wrong... It hurts..."
Fangzheng just read a sentence, then glanced at the red boy who was in pain and sweating profusely, and said, "Disciple, it's a pity that those bamboo shoots were wasted. When they are all scattered, you collect the bamboo shoots on the ground and send them to Going down the mountain, feeding chickens and ducks is also good."
Red Boy sat on the ground with a face of grief and anger, looked at Fang Zheng's back, gritted his teeth, and shouted in his heart: "If it wasn't for his lack of supernatural powers, my king would have eaten this dead monk long ago!"
Scolding is scolding, harshness is cruelty, but work still has to be done... Who would meet such a bastard master?
On the other side, Zhou Wu was amused: "This idiot monk, is he stupid for reciting scriptures? There is a god with his head up three feet, what a fart! Wife, dig bamboo shoots!"
"Hehe, I think he's scared, and he's talking about ghosts and gods to scare people. This kind of man without strength is a waste." After Ge Yan finished speaking, she patted her son Zhou Wenwu and said, "Son, you have to learn from your father in the future. You know? Don’t be afraid of the sky, don’t be afraid of the earth, no matter how many people there are, whoever dares to bully you, you will beat him! If anything happens, parents will stand up for you!”
Zhou Wenwu also saw what happened today, and felt that his parents were too awesome. One or two people were not afraid of facing so many people. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, I know! Anyone who dares to provoke me in the future will be beaten to death." he!"
Zhou Wu laughed loudly and said: "This is my son, get out of the way, this bamboo shoot looks big, dig it out and have a look!"
Ge Yan and Zhou Wenwu stepped aside, and Zhou Wu folded the engineering shovel into the shape of a small hoe, and dug it down with a bang, but the engineering shovel was still too small, and broke the bamboo shoots by the middle.
Zhou Wu curled his lips and said: "The grass, it's broken, I don't want it anymore, find the next one." While speaking, he was about to leave. At this moment, Zhou Wenwu called out: "Dad, your face!"
Zhou Wudao: "What's wrong with my face?" As soon as Zhou Wenwu said, Zhou Wu only felt itchy on his face. When he reached out to touch it, the skin seemed to be raised a little, and there were hairs...a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.
Hearing Zhou Wenwu's cry, Ge Yan looked up and was also startled: "Oh, old Zhou, why do you have a mole on your face?"
"What? How is it possible? When did I have a mole on my face?" Zhou Wu hurriedly took out his phone and took a selfie with himself. Sure enough, there was a small mole about the size of a mosquito bite on the left side of his face, under his eyelid. A mole with a small black hair on it.
"What is this? It wasn't there before?" Zhou Wu muttered.
"It seems to have just grown out." Ge Yan said.
"Forget it, it's okay to have such a small mole. When you go down the mountain, go to the hospital to have a look." Zhou Wu didn't take it seriously, and continued to dig bamboo shoots. leather bag.
Although Ge Yan didn't say anything, she was still quite worried. The monk just said that there is a god in the air. A bamboo shoot was wasted here, and there was a mole on his face. Could it be that he was really retribution? So Ge Yan has been secretly staring at Zhou Wu, and seeing that the mole on Zhou Wu's face has not changed, she is relieved and mutters: "This dead monk scared me to death..."
Zhou Wu dug a few bamboo shoots in a row and was very satisfied and put them into the snakeskin bag. However, when the sixth bamboo shoot was taken, Zhou Wu was not satisfied and cursed: "So old? Don't want it!"
Zhou Wenwu ran to play in the bamboo forest behind him. Ge Yan was worried about her children, so she also ran away. No one looked at Zhou Wu at all. Zhou Wu only felt a little itchy on his face, but he didn't take it seriously, just thought it was the reason of sweat, and continued digging. Zhou Wu picks and chooses, not big ones, not small ones, only those that look pleasing to the eye.
And the villagers didn't like Zhou Wu, so wherever Zhou Wu went, they left consciously and didn't even bother to look at him.
Soon, Zhou Wu dug out a snakeskin bag of bamboo shoots, looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction, took out his mobile phone and took two photos of the bamboo shoots in the snakeskin bag, then switched the camera, ready to take a group photo , but the next moment...
"What the hell!" Seeing the person in the camera, Zhou Wu shook his hand in fright and threw the phone away!
Hearing Zhou Wu's yell, Ge Yan and Zhou Wenwu looked over immediately, and then exclaimed at the same time: "Old Zhou [Dad], why is your face so dark? And Mao?"
The villagers heard the words and looked over, all of them were dumbfounded. Song Ergou was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed loudly and said, "Whoa! Which zoo door did not close properly, and the black blind man ran out? Tsk tsk , This face is really dark, isn’t it a boiler burner in a black blind man? The hair is quite long? You don’t need to buy wool for knitting sweaters in autumn!”