After drinking, the salted fish poured into the bowl, and there was not a drop left!

The salted fish bar clicked its lips and ate the tea leaves in its mouth.

Then the salted fish burped, let out a breath of fragrance, and shook its head at the stunned crowd.

The eyes of these people are very strange, as if they saw a pig eating the best Ganoderma lucidum, the kind of distress that spoils the best in the world, and the salted fish are a little embarrassed.

Salted fish waved his fin and said, "Okay, don't look at it, it's all gone." Ancestors, I wondered, drinking water to quench my thirst, and I was also nagged by you...... It's not annoying. Gone!"

After saying that, the salted fish turned around and left.

"Wait a minute!" At this moment, Boss Qian shouted and stopped the salted fish.

Salty Yu turned around, looked at him with a stupid look and said, "I'll leave, don't wait, what can you do?"

Then the salted fish was gone......

That's right, and that's it......

Boss Qian is standing alone in the wind, that's called a mess...... He scolded in his heart: "Who are these people in this temple? No, what are these things?......!" What about the minimum respect between people? uh...... It's as if the other party isn't human......"

The others shook their heads when they saw Boss Qian hit the pitiful appearance on the iron plate again.

Boss Qian's old face was flushed and he froze in place......

At this moment, Song Ming walked over, and Song Ming sneered: "Boss Qian, I heard someone say earlier that being a traitor will automatically lower your IQ. Now, it seems, it should be true. ”

"Song Ming, what do you mean?" said Boss Qian angrily.

Song Ming laughed and said, "What do I mean, don't you know?" After laughing for a while, Song Ming's face sank, and he scolded word by word: "Dog traitor!"

When Boss Qian heard this, he was immediately furious, rolled up his sleeves, and said angrily: "Song Ming, who are you scolding?"

Song Ming said: "I scold the dog!"

When Boss Qian heard this, he was about to slap him!

At this moment, a white figure stood in front of Song Ming, and asked lightly, "Donor, what are you doing here?"

Boss Qian naturally knows this monk, the only person in the temple who has formed a monk, Fangzheng!

However, after he came to the temple, he was held angry, and when he saw the main master, evil was born from the side of the guts, and he thought about slapping him in the mouth, and then said that he had beaten the wrong person, wouldn't it be wonderful?

So, Boss Qian's raised arm was accompanied by a loud roar: "Song Ming, I'll whip you to death!"

Almost at the same time, a smile flashed in Boss Qian's eyes...... However, the next moment, his smile turned to fear!

I saw that his slap was raised high, and the pilgrims who originally came to offer incense collectively rolled up their sleeves, and their clothes fell on him with fierce eyes like enemies of a hundred generations!

This gaze was like a bucket of ice water, which woke up Boss Qian in an instant!

Who is the person in front of you? This is Founder!

It's okay in the south, but in the northeast, in Montenegro, who dares to fight on the street? That's lively!

Fangzheng's fan, you can drown him with saliva!

Looking around, a large circle, five big and three thick Northeast men, showed their muscles and leaned over, Boss Qian's hairs stood up, I just felt that if this slap went down, he would probably be beaten to death here!

So, Boss Qian's slap didn't dare to fall, so he waved back and said, "Can't you move your shoulders?"

After speaking, Boss Qian immediately walked away.

Seeing this, everyone immediately burst into laughter......

There was a lot of booing.

"Thank you, Master Founder. Song Ming thanked the other party squarely.

Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "Amitabha, this is what a poor monk should do." Donor, just now the poor monk heard you say, traitor? What does this mean?"

So, Song Ming repeated what he had said to Tang Mutu and others before in front of everyone.

When everyone heard this, they sighed, and then they scolded continuously.

Fang Zheng also frowned, he didn't expect Huaxia to be so powerful, and there were still people who were willing to kneel and be slaves.

Song Ming frowned when he saw Fang Zheng, and said sincerely: "Master, now that the people of the Hiei family are here again, we are afraid that we are going to lose." We are not afraid of losing, but Huaxia tea has just improved a little, and it is about to be suppressed again, I am not reconciled! I implore Abbot Fangzheng to give us some of the kind of cold bamboo tea we just had, so that we can win this game and win back the dignity that belongs to us!"

Tang Chen also stepped forward and pleaded: "Abbot Fangzheng, I know that you are a true master, I beg you to help us...... If the Hiei family really has the ability, we will lose if we lose, and the follow-up efforts will be surpassed. But they used such dirty means, we are not convinced of the loss, and we are not reconciled! I implore the master to give the tea just now, and win this game!"

Tang Tutu also clasped his hands together and saluted the ancients: "I implore the master to help." ”

Boss Jia also stepped forward and said: "Master, although I have business dealings with Boss Qian, but I am a Chinese after all. For Huaxia tea, correct the name!"

The others were still laughing, but when they heard this, they stopped laughing.

This time, a lot of people from the tea industry came, some were tea connoisseurs, some were tea sellers, and even if they were tourists, seven or eight out of ten were tea drinkers.

When everyone saw this situation, they saluted each other and said, "I implore the master to take action!"

Fang Zheng was stunned by these people all of a sudden, his mind turned a little around, wiped his nose, put his hands together and said: "Fellow donors, I am afraid that the poor monk will not be able to meet your requirements." ”

Everyone was stunned, everyone didn't expect that the request of hundreds of people, Fang Zheng actually refused!

This kind of problem that can be solved by raising your hand, Founder didn't even help?

Everyone was puzzled, but there was no meaning to blame.

Tang Chen was a little anxious and wanted to ask something.

Tang was confused, but waved his hand, suppressed him, and asked puzzledly, "Master, why is this?"

Fang Zheng beckoned, Salted Fish walked out, brought another bowl of tea, and drank there.

Fang Zheng said: "What the donors are asking for is this kind of tea?"

Everyone nodded.

Song Ming even said: "This salted fish mage drink slowly, if you give this tea to Xia, you can also press him down to the mountain." ”

The salted fish rolled its eyes and dried it directly!

Song Ming stomped his feet anxiously.

Tang Chen couldn't help it again, master: "Could it be that you would rather feed the fish with this tea than give it to us, and fight for Huaxia?"

"That's it?" everyone asked in unison.

Fang Zheng smiled: "The donor is right this time. ”

Tang Chen's face turned pale with anger, Song Ming's face turned pale, and he said bitterly: "That's it, it's because we don't fight for anger, it's no wonder that the master doesn't help us." ”

After speaking, Song Ming left dejectedly.

Fang Zheng didn't stop it, but said lightly: "That kind of tea is only suitable for feeding fish, since it is a competition, of course you have to take it." Of course, if the donor doesn't want it, then forget it. ”