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Chapter 427 Whose dog is not being watched closely?

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    The person who questioned Yang Zhenling was a monk. He had a fat head and big ears. He wore a monk's robe that exposed his breasts. He held a piece of roasted gold scale in his hand. There were still oil stains on the corners of his mouth. He looked like a monk who was not afraid of meat and wine.  .

    Yang Zhenling was also puzzled. There had never been a monk on Wufeng Island, but this monk dared to question him in public. He still asked his fellow disciples next to him in a low voice the identity of this person.

    After learning the identity and origin of the monk, Yang Zhenling couldn't help but feel a big headache. It would be fine if this monk was just an ordinary outsider, but he happened to be another distinguished guest invited by the head. Yang Zhenling had to take his doubts seriously.  .

    "Master Wuwei, let's let the facts speak for themselves! Since you question the unfairness of my selection, how about you taste this roasted golden scale made by the prize winner?" Yang Zhenling said with a low profile.

    "The smell of roasted gold scales is very fragrant, but is it not done well by the poor monk? I don't want to taste his roasted gold scales. I want you to taste mine first!"

    People who would question at such a time are understandably more competitive in nature.  This monk Wuwei, in addition to being more competitive, also has a very hot temper. As he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and shook it, and the roasted gold scales, which were not big in the first place, appeared on Yang Zhenling's tightly closed eyes.  Inside the mouth.

    The soft fish meat was punched out with internal force and squeezed into Yang Zhenling's mouth, causing severe pain in Yang Zhenling's teeth.

    No matter how good-tempered Yang Zhenling was, being humiliated like this in public made the anger in his heart soar.  However, the visitor was a guest, and Monk Wuwei was an honored guest invited by the master. He could only suppress the rising anger a little more.

    It has to be said that the roasted golden scales made by the fearless monk were very good, but Yang Zhenling only tasted a little and spit it out.

    "I have already tasted the roasted golden scales made by Master Wuwei. The taste is indeed not as good as the one in my hand. If Master Wuwei is not willing to taste this roasted golden scale, then there is no need to question my selection." Yang Zhenling said.

    "You can still say something like this after eating the roasted gold scales made by a poor monk. What's wrong with the roasted gold scales in your hand, even if the poor monk has a taste?"

    Monk Wuwei waved his hand, and the roasted gold scale made by Gu Zheng appeared in his hand.  However, like a person with a mysophobia, when Monk Wuwei looked at the baked golden scales made by Gu Zheng, his face showed a look of disgust and a look that was very difficult to swallow.

    "Master Wuwei, since you have doubts, you should try it!"

    "That's right, don't just dare to question, but you don't even dare to taste the food made by others. Do you suspect that they are poisoned?"

    "Master Wuwei, please try it! I think what he makes is not as delicious as yours!"

    Amid the cheers of the onlookers, Monk Wuwei finally bit into the roasted golden scales made by Gu Zheng.

    Although the roasted golden scales were a bit cold, Monk Wuwei¡¯s eyes widened as soon as he took a bite.

    The fish skin was grilled very special, with some slight burnt and slight elasticity. Logically speaking, the fish skin should be grilled like this, and the fish meat should be a little dry. However, the fish meat in Monk Wuwei's mouth was not dry at all.  There¡¯s even just the right amount of gravy coming out!

    After the mouthful of fish was completely consumed, only the delicious aroma was left in the mouth. The disgust on the fearless monk's face disappeared. He became like a vicious wolf, eating up the small roasted golden scales in his hand in three swipes.  Jing, he even put the fish skeleton in his mouth and sucked it again and again.

    "Tch!"

    There were boos all around.

    ¡°It sounds like I¡¯m not convinced, but it¡¯s actually something else.¡±

    "Originally, I questioned other people's cooking skills and treated their roasted golden scales like shit. But when I ate it myself, what was my reaction? That's enough!"

    "Well, I thought it would be fun at first, but now it seems that Master Wuwei is nothing more than that."

    Faced with the discussion of the crowd, the fearless monk roared: "You know nothing! Buddha tasted 'emptiness' in this grilled fish. Do you understand what 'emptiness' is? If you don't understand, don't come here anymore."  You are just yelling, Buddha has no time to preach to you!"

    After scolding those who were watching, Monk Wuwei immediately looked at Yang Zhenling, and his eyes became eager: "Boy, where is the person who made this grilled fish? The poor monk wants to see him!"

    Yang Zhenling really didn¡¯t want to take Monk Wuwei to see Gu Zheng, but seeing that he didn¡¯t look like he was looking for trouble, he had to reluctantly nod.

    After Yang Zhenling and Monk Wuwei left, everyone who was stunned by the yelling started talking again.

    "Which of you knows what emptiness is?"

    "I don't know"We already have Buddha nature!  A peacock can be named the Mother of Buddha and can become the Peacock Daming King Bodhisattva. This is also a symbol of possessing Buddha nature!  As for the goblin next to you, all I see in its eyes is violence!  "

    "She's violent? What's wrong with her being violent? She's violent to the people she should be violent to!"

    Gu Zheng stood up and said word by word: "I allow you to reorganize your words and apologize to Miaomiao for what you just said!"

    "Apologise, you want me to apologize to a goblin? Are you sure you are still a normal person?" Monk Wuwei laughed.

    ¡°You¡¯re not going to apologize, are you? Then tear his mouth apart!¡±

    Gu Zheng shouted loudly, and the meow that had been waiting for him immediately turned into an afterimage.

    Monk Wuwei¡¯s eyes widened instantly. He originally thought that Miaomiao was the kind of fairy that could transform in advance without any need for advanced cultivation!  But what he didn't expect was that Miaomiao was a fairy who transformed completely based on his strength. Just an afterimage made him understand what kind of gap there was between him and Miaomiao!

    Monk Wuwei dared to shout, but it was not because he had no support at all. The black gold alms bowl in his hand was an intermediate-level fairy weapon. He once relied on this fairy weapon to kill an earth-demon-level spirit beast, which was equivalent to  Immortal cultivators refine their Qi-level strength.  Of course, there is no such thing as immortal weapons in Buddhism. The immortal weapons in their hands are all called Buddhist weapons, and the level determination is the same as that of immortal weapons.

    The Wujin Bowl is very powerful, but no matter how powerful the immortal weapon is, it still needs to be able to exert its power.

    Without using the black gold alms bowl, Monk Wuwei didn¡¯t know it. In fact, when Miao Miao left, she had already used magic to seal the black gold alms bowl.  Therefore, when Monk Wuwei was about to use Wujin Bowl's magical power, he discovered that Wujin Bowl was a little out of control.

    "ah!"

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    Monk Wuwei¡¯s mouth was split. Miao Miao followed what Gu Zheng said and after tearing Monk Wuwei¡¯s mouth to pieces, he stopped attacking.

    "good very good!"

    Monk Wuwei¡¯s voice trembled, and when he spoke, his torn lip made his mouth look very big, and the blood was dripping, which looked very scary.

    ¡°I¡¯m telling you, don¡¯t provoke me again if you have nothing to do, otherwise next time, it won¡¯t just be your mouth that gets torn apart!¡±

    Gu Zheng sat down again, and his voice returned to calmness.

    "Let's wait and see!"

    Monk Wuwei didn't say anything more. He turned around and left with a harsh word.

    It didn¡¯t take much time from the conflict to the end. Although some people stood up and looked at the nearby bonfire, no one came to join in the fun. After Monk Wuwei left, only Gu was left on the scene.  Zheng, Miaomiao and Yang Zhenling.

    Meow Meow¡¯s body turns out to be a spiritual beast!  Yang Zhenling put away the shock in his heart and said solemnly to Gu Zheng: "Fellow Taoist Gu, don't worry, I will never say anything that shouldn't be said."

    "Eat fish."

    Gu Zheng said lightly and didn't say much.

    Gu Zheng, the disciple of the eminent monk Yuankong of Prajna Temple, dares to teach him a lesson. He is not afraid of anyone¡¯s objections or provocations regarding Miaomiao¡¯s identity!

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