Chapter 1292 - It’s For Feeding Fish

Chapter 1292: It’s For Feeding Fish
After finishing it, Salted Fish overturned the bowl. There was nothing left!
Salted Fish smacked his lips and ate the tea leaves.
Then, Salted Fish burped and exhaled a fragrance as he shook his head and looked at the dumbfounded crowd.
The gazes of these people were very strange. It was as though they were watching a pig eat a supreme-grade lingzhi. Their pain from seeing the best item in the world desecrated left Salted Fish feeling a little embarrassed.
Salted Fish waved his fin and said,
Alright, nothing to see here. Move along. I’m puzzled. It’s just drinking water to quench my thirst, but all I receive is nagging from you… Aren’t you annoying. I’m leaving!

With that said, Salted Fish turned and left.

Wait!
At that moment, Boss Qian shouted and stopped Salted Fish.
Salted Fish turned his head and looked at him as though he was looking at a retard.
I’m leaving. What can you do?

Then, Salted Fish left…
That’s right, he left just like that…
Boss Qian stood alone in the wind in a pathetic manner… He cursed inwardly,
What kind of people are in this One Finger Monastery? No, what the heck is this!? Fk, where’s the minimum respect between humans? Uh… It doesn’t seem like they are humans…

Everyone shook their heads when they saw the wretched look Boss Qian had from stubbing his toe again.
Boss Qian’s face turned red as he froze on the spot…
At that moment, Song Ming walked over. Song Ming sneered and said,
Boss Qian, I’ve heard someone say that being a traitor will automatically lower intelligence. From the looks of it, it’s true.


Song Ming! What’s the meaning of that?
Boss Qian said angrily.
Song Ming chuckled and said,
Don’t you know what I mean?
After laughing, Song Ming’s expression darkened as she cursed, enunciating each word,
A traitor!

Boss Qian was furious when he heard that. He rolled up his sleeves and shouted angrily,
Song Ming, who are you aiming that at?

Song Ming said,
I’m aiming it at a dog!

When Boss Qian heard this, he raised his hand and wanted to slap her!
At this moment, a white figure stood in front of Song Ming and asked,
Patron, what are you doing?

Boss Qian naturally knew the monk. He was the only humanoid adult monk in One Finger Monastery, Fangzheng!
However, after he came to One Finger Monastery, he had been stubbing his toe repeatedly. When he saw the person in charge, he became bold. He wanted to slap him in the face and say that it was an accident. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
Hence, Boss Qian raised his arm and shouted loudly,
Song Ming, I’ll slap you to death!

Almost at the same time, a smile flashed across Boss Qian’s eyes… but in the next moment, his smile turned into fear!
He raised his hand high, and the visitors who had come to offer incense all rolled up their sleeves. They glared at him with a ferocious gaze as if they were looking at an archenemy!
Their gazes were like a bucket of ice water that instantly woke Boss Qian up!
Who was the person in front of him? It was Fangzheng!
Perhaps he wasn’t a big deal in the south, but in Northeast China, in Black Mountain City, who would dare beat Fangzheng in broad daylight? He would be sick of living to do that!
Fangzheng’s fans could drown him with their saliva!
Looking around, he saw a huge circle of burly northeastern men flexing their muscles as they leaned over. Boss Qian’s hair stood on end. He felt that if he were to continue this slap, he would most likely be beaten to death!
Hence, Boss Qian did not dare to deliver the slap. He swung his hand back and said,
Can’t I stretch my shoulders?

With that, Boss Qian immediately left with his tail in between his legs.
When everyone saw this, they immediately laughed with delight…
There were boos all around.

Thank you, Master Fangzheng.
Song Ming thanked Fangzheng.
Fangzheng shook his head.
Amitabha. It’s nothing. Patron, This Penniless Monk heard you mention traitor. What does that mean?

Thus, Song Ming repeated what she had told Muddle Tang and the others in front of everyone.
The moment everyone heard that, they gasped before cursing incessantly.
Fangzheng frowned as well. He never expected people to still kneel down to be a slave even in modern-day China.
When Song Ming saw Fangzheng frown, she said sincerely,
Master, now that the Hiei family is here again, I’m afraid we will lose. We aren’t afraid of losing, but China’s tea leaves have just enjoyed an uptick. I can’t take it if it ends up being struck down again! Abbot Fangzheng, I hope you can give us some Frost Bamboo tea from just now. Let us win this match and win back our dignity!

Tang Chen also came forward and pleaded,
Abbot Fangzheng, I know you are a true master. I sincerely beg you to help us… If the Hiei family were really capable, we will gladly take the loss. We can continue to work hard and surpass them. However, we aren’t willing to admit defeat to such dirty methods! Master, please bestow those tea leaves to us and let us win this match!

Muddle Tang also clasped his hands and saluted him in an ancient style,
Master, I implore you for your help.

Boss Jia also went forward and said,
Master, although I have business dealings with Boss Qian, I’m ultimately a Chinese. Master, please help us win in this competition. Please allow us to correct the reputation of China’s tea leaves!

The others were still laughing, but when they heard this, they couldn’t laugh again.
This time, many people that came were from the tea industry. Some were professional tea-brewing experts, while others were tea sellers. Even amongst the tourists, many of them drank tea.
Upon seeing this scene, everyone bowed at Fangzheng and said,
Master, please help!

Fangzheng was instantly stunned by the bows of these people. His brain nearly couldn’t process it. He scratched his nose and pressed his palms together.
Patrons, This Penniless Monk probably can’t satisfy your requests.

Everyone was stunned. They never expected Fangzheng to reject the request of hundreds of people!
Fangzheng was actually not willing to help resolve such a problem that was trivial to him?
Everyone was confused, but they had no intention of blaming him.
Tang Chen was anxious and wanted to ask something.
Muddle Tang waved his hand and shut him up. He asked in puzzlement,
Master, why?

Fangzheng waved his hand and Salted Fish walked out. He held another bowl of tea and drank it.

Patrons, are you asking for such tea?

Everyone nodded.
Song Ming added,
Venerable Salted Fish, drink slowly. If you give this tea leaf to me, I can crush the Hiei family.

Salted Fish rolled his eyes and directly finished it!
Song Ming stomped his feet in anxiety.
Tang Chen could not hold it in any longer.
Master, don’t tell me that you’d rather use it to feed the fish than give it to us to help China?


That’s right?
everyone asked in unison, puzzled.
Fangzheng smiled.
Patron, you are right.

Tang Chen’s face turned livid from anger. Song Ming’s face turned pale as she said bitterly,
Forget it. We were disappointing. We can’t blame Master for not helping us.

With that, Song Ming left dejectedly.
Fangzheng did not stop her. Instead, he said indifferently,
Those tea leaves are only suitable for feeding fish. Since it’s a competition, you obviously have to use the best. Of course, if you don’t want them, forget it.