"Oh, how can you save it?" asked Fang Zheng.

The system said in a tone that you are an idiot: "The reason why the porridge has been cooked for so long is because the materials used in the wordless Laba porridge are not the materials of your world, and it is very troublesome to cook on any fire." But since you don't have to hide your magical powers, just let the red boy add some ingredients, and the speed of cooking porridge will naturally increase greatly! You still have more than half a night, can't you change the pot of porridge and cook it again?"

When Fang Zheng heard this, he directly slapped his bald head, isn't it, it's just a matter of changing a pot of porridge!

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng was suddenly stunned, a flash of realization flashed in his eyes, his hands were folded, and he said silently: "If a pot of porridge is not good, then just change a pot, everything in the world is like this!

At this moment, Fang Zheng thought about it completely, the magic power is the new pot of porridge, low-key person is low-key, but there is no need to dodge. The world does not know that there is a hell, so he is arrogant and fearless, and since he has come, then hell and Elysium should be reappeared! He wants to set some rules for the wicked people in this world...... Give the bad porridge of this world a good pot!

Fang Zheng asked the lone wolf to inform the red boy about the porridge change, and he returned to the delivery room refreshed and fell asleep.

The people outside were already excited because of Fangzheng's commotion, and they sat on the edge of the bonfire one by one, boasting, talking about the mountains, and spitting stars flying all over the sky. It was as if it was not Fang Zheng who had just flown into the sky, but them.

Just as everyone was chatting, someone suddenly said, "Hey, Master Pure Heart has opened the pot!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately subconsciously looked over. Fang Zheng is the awesome of the living Buddha can boast for a lifetime, but eating Laba porridge may only be this once, so they are more concerned about the survival of this Laba porridge.

As a result, I saw the red boy pour the porridge from the cauldron into a huge wooden barrel, and then poured it into the pot one by one......

Everyone was just about to say something, but suddenly their eyes lit up, and then they breathed the air greedily!

"Shhh...... It's so fragrant!" Song Ergou exclaimed: "This is even more fragrant than last year!"

"Who said that this pot is boiling water? Damn, if this is water, then what do I usually drink?

"Why do I think I don't usually drink as much as horse urine?" said someone with tears streaming down his face.

Many people actually resonated......

At this moment, Song Ergou rushed forward first, he was already clever, and when he saw that the red boy began to pour porridge out, he immediately thought about it, and ran over and asked, "Master Pure Heart, is our porridge ready?" Look...... Would you like to bring me a bowl?"

As he spoke, Song Ergou had already handed over the basin in his hand.

When everyone saw this, they were stunned for a moment, and then scolded this Song Ergou chicken thief one by one, and at the same time they all stretched their necks and tensed their thighs, as long as the red boy nodded, they immediately rushed over!

Everyone understands that there are a lot of nine big black pots, but there are even more people waiting here to drink porridge!

However......

"The cooking is done, but the porridge is badly cooked, and the master asked the poor monk to take the pot of porridge and cook it again. Red Boy said.

When everyone heard this, they immediately became anxious! Such a fragrant porridge is said to be cooked badly, and it needs to be cooked again? This monk is too ruined!

"Master Pure Heart, I have traveled from south to north for so many years, and I have never smelled such fragrant porridge. It's such a delicious delicacy, and you still say it's bad, you are pure and don't leave a way for the cooks to live. A tourist shouted.

"That's right, Master Pure Heart, I'm a cook. It's not blowing, I'm also a first-class hand in the best Songwu restaurant in Songwu County, I thought I was a character in Songwu County, but when I saw the porridge you cooked today, I suddenly felt that what I was doing was shit...... I know that the monks of your Yizhi Temple like to be modest, and our Chinese virtues are also modest, but when you are humble, can you give your peers some way to live?" a man with a big face and a thick neck complained bitterly.

But after listening to his complaint, everyone didn't know why, but they always felt very funny.

"Master Pure Heart, are you kidding? Such a fragrant porridge is still badly cooked, if you don't like it, why don't you give it to me. "Song Ergou doesn't believe it at all, the Laba porridge I ate last year is almost like this, even if it's almost this year, it's also a top delicacy! This thing is not too much, if you put it at home, it will be the treasure of the town store!

The others were not stupid either, and immediately followed: "That's right, Master Pure Heart, I think this porridge is very good, otherwise, you can give it to us." ”

The red boy looked at everyone, your porridge was obviously cooked, but you didn't give it to us, and you lied to us that it was boiled, and suddenly felt infinite grievances in your heart. For the first time, he also experienced the feeling that no one believed Fang Zheng's truth, this is really a pure method!

But what everyone said is right, since this porridge is boiled, it seems that it is nothing to give it to people......

So the red boy said: "Wait, the poor monk will ask the family teacher, and if the family teacher allows it, then give it to everyone." ”

Everyone nodded again and again, and then looked at the red boy who turned away expectantly.

"Master, that's the case, look ......," Red Boy asked.

Fang Zheng thought for a while and said, "We can't eat these laba porridges as we keep them, and it's not a problem to give them some." But the amount of these porridges is limited, and we can't repeat the bad porridge indefinitely, right? Besides, there are so many people coming, and so many people bring pots, I'm afraid it won't be enough......

The red boy said, "Yes, so I didn't dare to agree." Master, you pay a lot of attention, what do you think should be done?"

Fang Zheng touched his chin and said with a smile: "Don't they think we are lying? Then tell them that those who receive these porridges will not be able to receive tomorrow's porridge." Choose one of the two, no more than one!"

When the red boy heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded hurriedly: "Just do it!"

So the red boy ran away.

At the same time, under the mountain, a finger village.

"Policeman, policeman, this way! Uncle policeman, help! I'm freezing to death! Is there anyone to care!" Fang Kui shouted at the two passing policemen.

The police slowly stopped, and a female policeman jumped out of the car first, then looked at Fang Kui with a strange expression, and asked, "What are you doing here? Tie yourself up? And call the police yourself? You are playing with us in this winter? I can tell you, it is illegal to report false police!"