Chapter 684 Stew Stew Stew

So Ruan Xianghe looked at Fangzheng and said, "What did you really see?"

That tone of voice, that look in his eyes, was rather condescending, judging and interrogating.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng frowned.

Ruan Xianghe got mad in front of him, he could understand, after all, he was concerned about Jiang Ting's performance, and Fangzheng had indeed done something misleading. So he can keep silent, whatever you want to say... Use the great method of diverting attention that was criticized by the teacher back then, and let you talk about the hype, I haven't heard a word...

But what is this now? Superior to others, interrogation?

So Fangzheng clasped his hands together and smiled slightly at Jiang Ting, expressing his gratitude to Jiang Ting for his kindness. Then without looking at Ruan Xianghe, he turned and left. Just a joke, if Fangzheng hadn't heard movement in the front yard and came out out of curiosity to take a look, he wouldn't have caused such a whole body of unhappiness. If he didn't come out, he would start stewing ginseng to practice "Dragon Elephant Body Exercise" now. Time is so precious, why waste it on an irrelevant person...

Seeing that Fangzheng left just like that, Ruan Xianghe's expression became uneasy. What is the most irritating thing? Instead of being pointed at the nose and scolded, but being treated as air and completely ignored!

As the director of HH Central Hospital, Ruan Xianghe is not the focus of the crowd wherever he goes? When have you been so ignored? Anger rose in her heart, but Ruan Xianghe also knew that if what Jiang Ting said was true, she would have misunderstood Fang Zheng. If people are angry, it is normal to ignore her. Before Fangzheng can't tell fortunes, if she forcibly opened fire, it would appear too unqualified.

So Ruan Xianghe's anger didn't explode, so she suppressed her back, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down, Fang Zheng said: "Little monk, if you can prove that you can tell fortunes, then I misunderstood you , I can apologize to you. But, if you don’t know how to tell fortunes, and you don’t see anything, just staring at Jiang Ting, then don’t blame me for scolding you again!”

Fangzheng's footsteps paused slightly, and he said without turning his head: "Benefactor, if you burn incense and worship Buddha, you can go to the Buddhist hall. If there is nothing else, you can go down the mountain." A joke, Fangzheng really doesn't know how to tell fortunes. But with the eyes of the sky, one can see through the blessings and misfortunes of the week! With a discerning eye, the opportunity is clear! Is it better than fortune-telling? However, if you see it and say it, it is a secret! If the secret is revealed, it will be a gift!

Fangzheng said that Skyrim blessed you, but he only got one sentence in return, are you not a liar? This is too cheap, right? Fangzheng is not stupid, why would he say that? Did not say! Do not prove! Think whatever you like...he is a monk and doesn't care if you approve or not. Just be at your ease...

"You..." Hearing this, Ruan Xianghe became very angry. She hadn't gotten angry yet, but the little monk was getting angry instead! What's the matter, don't you let me talk about being a hooligan?

Zhao Yumin looked at Fangzheng's back, then gave a wry smile, and said, "Okay, why are you so angry with a child, maybe, it's really a misunderstanding. You have to be forgiving and forgiving, that's it, let's go down the mountain. "

Ruan Xianghe thinks about it, it's the same reason, why is she angry with a child? And all that needs to be said, so be it...

Although the two didn't intend to continue fighting, they were completely disappointed with Yizhisi and Fangzheng. Especially Zhao Yumin, he had great hopes before coming here, and wanted to solve some doubts in his heart, such as how Fang Zheng made people get pregnant with bricks and combine harvesters, and how he cured incurable diseases. But now, he has lost all his thoughts. In his opinion, Fangzheng has no such skills! As for what happened before, it is mostly based on rumors. The root cause of the bricks and combine harvesters may not be in Yizhishan, but in other places...

Seeing the situation turn out like this, Jiang Ting felt extremely guilty. From her point of view, both sides are good people, but because of a misunderstanding, this happened, and she really felt sorry for it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and called out, "Abbot Fangzheng, please stop."

Fangzheng still had a good impression of Jiang Ting. He stopped and said softly, "Benefactor, the poor monk knows what you want to ask. The poor monk did see something in you, but every calamity has its own bodhisattva." Bless you, you should be able to get through it safely. Calm down and do what you have to do. Do more good deeds in the future, and it will do you no harm."

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng didn't stay any longer but continued to study his big radish and ginseng.

Hearing what Fang Zheng said, Jiang Ting also heaved a sigh of relief. With the monkey's experience, she is really afraid of encountering something unexpected and no one reminds her. She is still young, and she doesn't want to die...

But these words fell into Ruan Xianghe's ears, he just shook his head slightly, didn't say anything, but shook his head in his heart: "This kind of mysterious and mysterious words are useful to anyone. This monk, talkative It is possible to say it, but the ability... may not be there."

Zhao Yumin's thinking was similar to Ruan Xianghe's. The two of them were about the same age, traveled all over the world, and met too many fortune tellers who claimed to be masters. These people are nothing more than using words to fool people, and what they say is mysterious. Whether it will happen in the future or not, it is all in their predictions. This kind of fortune-telling is actually a peace of mind...

The same is true of Fangzheng's words, there will be disasters in the future, but there will be Bodhisattva protection. In other words, if you are safe and sound, it is the Bodhisattva's contribution. If there is something wrong, it means that the protection period has expired... No matter how you hear this, it is exactly the same as those masters.

The two shook their heads, completely cut off their thoughts, and left.

On the way down the mountain, the two shared their thoughts with Jiang Ting. Although Jiang Ting nodded, she still hoped that what Fang Zheng said was right, because she had a feeling that Fang Zheng was not lying...

Fangzheng went back to the kitchen and cut the ginseng into slices with a kitchen knife. The golden ginseng slices were pale white inside, exuding a faint fragrance. When Fangzheng smelled it, he felt the urge to eat it raw. But Fangzheng held back, and muttered in his heart: "When the Sa family's magical skills are perfect, cultivate him a piece of spiritual ginseng, and then eat raw spiritual ginseng slices, and have a stir-fried spiritual ginseng slice as a luxury..."

Flirtatious in his mind, Fangzheng touched the medicine jar, then was dumbfounded...

Fang Zheng measured the medicine jar, and then compared the quantity and size of ginseng. He found sadly that the medicine jar couldn't hold so much ginseng!

"Fuck you! Change to a bigger one!" After Fangzheng finished speaking, he put the medicine jar aside.

Although One Finger Temple is poor, there is one thing that is abundant, and that is earthen pots. There is no way, the two of them are too poor. The main food on One Finger Mountain is wild vegetables in spring, and vegetables grown by ourselves in summer and autumn. In winter, you can only eat pickles. Pickled pickles are naturally inseparable from jars...

But after Zen Master Yizhi left, Fangzheng hadn't pickled pickles for a year, and the original stock had already been used up, leaving a lot of pots and pans empty.

PS: Desperately saving manuscripts, it is expected that there will be a burst of tens of thousands of words around the 25th! Desperate!