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Volume One: First Entering the World of Martial Arts Chapter 141: The Ferocious Monk (Please collect and recommend)

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    "Sell me a fish, and the price will be calculated according to the old rules." The boatman said it was fair.  The fisherman was familiar with the boatman and seemed to often do this kind of business, so he nodded simply and said: "Okay!" He turned around and returned to the cabin. After a while, he handed over the boat with a carp that was shaking its head and tail.  .  Zhou Chen could see it clearly from the side and shook his head and said: "It's a waste of time to cook the raw fish. I can't wait any longer. Isn't there a fish frying in the pot on your boat? That's it. I'll pay you twice as much."  It's money." Zhang Hanzi scratched his head and said, "I only sell raw fish, not cooked fish." Zhou Chen finally knew why he was called Zhang Hanzi, and he really didn't know how to work around it.  The old boatman was very smart and said directly to Zhang Hanzi: "Bring the fried fish here." "I" Zhang Hanzi hesitated to speak.  The boatman jumped over the boat and slapped Zhang Hanzi on the head.  "Uncle Wang, why did you hit me?" "You are such a heartless idiot. You can make twice as much money by selling cooked fish. I can just buy medicine for your sick mother. You can keep the raw fish for yourself."  Eat, it just takes a lot of effort to clean up, it¡¯s really stupid, why don¡¯t you understand?¡± When Zhang Hanzi heard that his mother could cure diseases, his mind finally changed. He was still a filial son.  Knowing that it was important to see a doctor for my mother, he stammered and said: "Then I sell cooked fish, sell cooked fish." Zhang Hanzi turned back to the cabin, put a fried herring in a bowl, and sent it over by boat.  .  The boatman jumped back again, took it, and carried it to Zhou Chen's cabin. At the same time, he explained: "That fool Zhang looks tall and big, but he is actually just a fool. His brain can't turn around at all.  Young Master, don¡¯t be as knowledgeable as him.¡± Zhou Chendao didn¡¯t care and shook his head to show that it didn¡¯t matter.  Looking at the fried fish in front of him, Zhou Chen said: "Do you have white rice? If you have it, a bowl will also count as money." The old boatman said happily: "Okay, okay!" He turned around and asked Zhang Hanzi to fill up a large bowl of brown rice.  Give it to him, with a large portion of sweet potato and sorghum mixed in the rice.  Zhou Chen took out a piece of silver from his arms and threw it to the old man.  The old man weighed it in his hand and said, "Master, this is too much money. I can't find it at all!" Zhou Chen waved his hand with a smile, pointed at Zhang Hanzi and said, "It's superfluous.  I rewarded him and asked him to go see me and get medicine." The old man bowed repeatedly and said gratefully: "Master, you are really a living Buddha. Good people are rewarded!" Zhou Chen heard that he was punished.  I got the good guy card. I was lucky not to choke on a mouthful of brown rice, and I almost felt depressed.  The old boatman exited the cabin, and Zhou Chen turned his suffocation into appetite and finished a large bowl of rice. Just as he was about to ask for more, he suddenly heard a hoarse voice on the shore shouting: "Fishermen! Bring some big fish."  " Zhou Chen looked sideways and saw a very tall and thin monk with very big eyes and bright eyes. There were four monks behind him, wearing the same clothes, but no matter how tall or short they were, they all had  A fierce look.  These monks had killed people, and they had killed quite a lot. Zhou Chen could feel the strong smell of blood from their bodies, which was the evil aura from the mountains of corpses piled up.  Just listen to the fool Zhang said: "All the fish caught today have been sold, there are no fish." The tall and thin monk said angrily: "Who said there are no fish? I am so hungry, I need to get some quickly! There are no big fish.  "You can do it even if it's a small one." Zhang Hanzi was very honest and said, "No! I have fish and you have money, why don't you sell it?" He lifted the fish basket and turned it over.  Looking up to the sky, there were indeed no fish in the basket.  The five tall and thin monks all had a look of travel on their faces, as if they had come a long way. It was already getting late, their stomachs were empty, and their eyes were becoming ferocious as their appetites became unbearable.  They were like a group of hungry wolves with deflated bellies, their dark eyes wandering over the old boatman, Zhang Hanzi and Zhou Chen.  Seeing them like this, the old boatman felt flustered and uneasy, and held the pennant that supported the boat tightly in his hand.  Zhang Hanzi seemed to feel something was wrong, and waved his hands repeatedly: "There are no fish, there are really no fish!" One of the five monks was a fat monk with a very cunning look in his eyes. His nose moved slightly, as if he smelled something.  , rolled his eyes, sneered, and jumped into Zhang Hanzi's boat.  Zhang Hanzi looked at him in shock and said, "Youwhat are you going to do?" The fat monk ignored him and walked directly past him into the cabin. In a moment, he was holding the  A carp whose scales had been scraped off and disemboweled came out, walked up to Zhang Hanzi, raised and lowered his hands, and slapped him in the face with a snap.    Zhang Hanzi fell to the side of the boat, covering his face that instantly swollen, and trembling: "Youhow do you hit someone?" "Hit you, hehe, Buddha is really in a bad mood today, so I cut your head."  The fat monk held the fish in his hand, shook it twice and said, "What is this? You have no fish to sell, so what is this?" "This this is not for sale, this is  I want to eat by myself," Zhang Hanzi said at a loss.  The fat monk had a stern look in his eyes and sneered. The next moment he suddenly raised his foot and was about to kick Zhang Hanzi in the chest.  Zhou Chen, who was on the opposite boat, stared hard and clenched the bamboo chopsticks in his hands.  At this moment, the tall and thin monk under the boat suddenly shouted: "Shan Yong, don't get into trouble, business is more important." The fat monk's legs suddenly stopped three inches in front of Zhang Hanzi's chest, and his expression changed.  Finally, he snorted coldly and jumped out of the boat with the fish in hand.  Zhang Hanzi didn't know that he had already walked in front of the Yama Hall. He covered his face and got up, and said: "The fish is" Before he could say the rest of the words, he was blocked by someone.  Mouthed.  The old boatman jumped onto his boat at some point. He covered Zhang Hanzi's mouth with one hand and held him with the other. At the same time, he whispered in his ear: "Stop talking, shut up. You don't want to die. Think about it."  Your mother, if you don¡¯t want your white-haired person to make the black-haired person die of grief, then shut up immediately.¡± Zhang Hanzi doesn¡¯t know how he will die if he speaks?  But my mother was a taboo in his heart. In order to fear that my mother would be sad, even though he didn't know clearly, he still subconsciously closed his mouth and did not ask for his fish.  Monk Shanyong carried the fish to the middle of several brothers, shook his head and said: "This is the only one on the boat, nothing else." The monks looked at each other. Although the fish was big, it was obviously not enough for the five of them. It seemed that  , we have to think of other ways.
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