The red boy frowned, and said in his heart: Why is this dead fish so troublesome? I was about to say something, but I saw that Fang Zheng was not angry at all, took a bamboo pole, and hung an iron hook on the bamboo pole, and threw the hook in front of the salted fish, and said, "It's okay if you don't go in, or if you bite this hook, I'll pick you out?"

When the salted fish looked at it, his face became darker, this Nima, really he was a dead fish? Subconsciously made up the scene of Fang Zheng holding a bamboo pole on his shoulder, with a hook hanging on it, and a big salted fish hanging on the hook. Salted fish couldn't help but shudder, put away the crutches, and lay directly on the black cloth bag, looking like he was about to go to the execution ground to be generous, and shouted: "Come on!"

When Fang Zheng saw it, he smiled, and said in his heart: "I can't clean you up anymore?"

After speaking, Fang Zheng rolled up the salted fish layer by layer with a black cloth, and then threw it behind him, the two ends straddled diagonally from his shoulders, and his chest was tightened.

"Master, are you really going to carry him out?" the red boy couldn't help but ask, this treatment is too good, isn't it?

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Of course, otherwise a salted fish will walk around, and sooner or later something will happen." ”

"Master, then you can also open my mouth and let me look outside. Salted fish shouted in the black cloth bag, not to mention that lying in the black cloth bag is not only a little breathless, but also quite comfortable, and there is a feeling of being a high-end ox cart.

Fang Zheng didn't know what the salted fish was thinking, if he knew that the salted fish compared him to the cow, it was estimated that he wouldn't go down the mountain today, and he would play salted fish.

Hearing the salted fish shouting, Fang Zheng asked the red boy to make an opening in the position of the fish's eyes.

The red boy has sharp hands and feet, and his nails are as sharp as knives, and he easily makes a perfect opening, just exposing the fish's eyes, and those who don't know, at a glance, think that the black cloth bag is inlaid with a precious fisheye stone! Thinking of this, Salted Fish smiled proudly: "Sure enough, what about lying to him......?"

However, the salted fish was not proud for a while, and the next moment Fang Zheng picked up the bamboo pole, and then picked up something with a hook, but due to the angle problem, the salted fish could not see. However, as soon as Fang Zheng got that thing, the lone wolf, squirrel, monkey, and red boy who were originally standing on the side ran away, as if they were hiding from the plague god. Suddenly, Salted Fish instinctively felt that this didn't seem to be a good thing!

The next moment, the idea of salted fish was confirmed.

I saw a pair of stinky shoes being picked up by the hook on the bamboo pole and falling directly on the hollow in front of his eyes! As soon as the wind blew, the smell came in along the hole! The salted fish only felt a salty smell surging in than him, and he suddenly felt a feeling of suffocation! His eyes were about to turn white subconsciously!

Salted fish screamed, "Oh! What does this smell like?!"

Salted fish really don't know what the smell is, the people who can go up to the spiritual mountain are not Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, these people's bodies are dust-free, and there is no peculiar smell. Ordinary people who can climb the spiritual mountain are also successful in cultivation, and naturally they will not go up the mountain with a foul smell, and they will bathe and change their clothes to worship the Buddha.

Therefore, the salted fish was not psychologically prepared for the smell of stinky feet, but it felt as if 100,000 rotten eggs were fermented at the same time, and he wanted to vomit when he smoked it!

"Don't shout, it's the poor monk's shoes. When you go out, always bring something to spare. "Founder Road.

"Can't you wrap him up?" Salted fish tried to hold his breath, but when he opened his mouth, the taste poured into his mouth, and he was stunned to taste the taste with his tongue, and his stomach began to twist.

Fang Zheng smiled and said: "No way, these shoes have a strong smell, you have to use the wind to blow, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to wear at that time." ”

"You're comfortable, but I'm dying! Take it away!" cried Salted Fish.

Fang Zheng said: "There's no place to take it, you just take it." I'm going out soon, remember, shut up and don't move. Otherwise, if you make a sound, the poor monk will send you back, and don't think about going out again. ”

The salted fish smelled for a while, couldn't bear it, and tried to hold its breath, but the smell seemed to be magical, lingering in my mind and refusing to disperse. Salted fish heart said: "This is the legendary stinky ten thousand years, right?"

Seeing that he was about to step into the Wuxiang Gate, Fang Zheng squinted his eyes, he really didn't believe that this salted fish could carry it.

Sure enough, at the moment when Fang Zheng was about to push open the Wuxiang Gate, the salted fish shouted: "I'm convinced! You stuff your things into my Sumeru scales!

Fang Zheng was immediately happy, and quickly took down all kinds of food hanging on his chest, and asked, "How do you put it?"

When the salted fish saw this, he understood everything, this dead thief bald was using this stinky shoe to force him to obey, and sure enough, it was shameless to meet the stinky and shameless, and in the end it was still no match for him! The words were spoken, and he couldn't take it back, so the salted fish gritted his teeth and said: "As long as you think about putting it in and handing it over, I will naturally help you keep it." If you want to take something, you can say it, stretch out your hand, and I'll release it for you. But you have to make a hole in this cloth bag, you can't touch my hand, and I can't hand it over to you. ”

Fang Zheng was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly removed the cloth bag and made another opening. But here's the problem, if you get it like this, the salted fish is tied vertically behind him, and if he wants to take something, he has to stretch his hand awkwardly to his back, which is very troublesome. If you hang the salted fish upside down behind you, although it is convenient, the salted fish is not dry.

After thinking about it, Fang Zheng finally tied the salted fish horizontally around his waist like a short knife. Outsiders looked at it, only to see Fang Zheng dressed in a white monk's robe, with a black strip of black cloth wrapped around his waist, and a black package like a short knife hanging on his waist! For those who don't know, no one will think that it is a salted fish, but they will only think that this ancient monk has a short knife on his back, after all, the shape of this fish is still somewhat similar to the knife.

With such a bundle, Fang Zheng wants to take something, so it's simple, just wipe it on the back waist and get it. Trying to put the food in and then take it out again, I played back and forth a few times, and Fang Zheng had a lot of fun.

"Have you had enough?" exclaimed Salted Fish impatiently.

Fang Zheng smiled embarrassedly, took down the stinky shoes, salted fish saw this, his face suddenly became extremely ugly, thinking that this broken thing should be stuffed into his scales, it is estimated that he will not be a salted fish in the future, most of them will become a salty stinky fish! But it is better than putting it in front of him and smoking him, admit it! However, the next moment, he saw Fang Zheng directly throw the shoes aside, let the red boy look at it, don't lose it, make it clear that he will use it in the future.

Seeing this, Salted Fish's face instantly darkened, and sure enough, this broken shoe was used to disgust him, and it was ready to be used for a long time! This thief is bald, and he is not afraid of being embarrassed to demolish, and he is not even too lazy to be perfunctory, so he forced him to submit in front of him, threw down his shoes, and left! Salted Fish couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "When did the Buddha become blind? Why did he accept such a stinky and shameless guy as a monk?" ......In his sigh, he completely forgot that he was a stinky and shameless salted fish brought back by the Buddha......

Fang Zheng pushed open the phaseless door, and the next moment, there was darkness in front of him.