The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Fang Zheng rubbed his nose. He hasn't been less upset lately. He has become so popular. The result is just a household name in Heishan City, which really makes him a little dissatisfied. However, if you think about it, what he does can affect the whole country. It was a bit difficult to think of the whole country once.

"Since it won't work once, then develop and use the resources." Thinking of this, Fang Zheng looked at Park Changming with a smile.

Pu Changming was looked at by the Founder, suddenly uncomfortable, and asked subconsciously: "What are you ...?"

Founder: "The donor, this should be the question of the poor monk, right? Donor, next, you have a question."

Park Changming came back to God, and the discussion began. Founder's first question was the question of Park Mingyu's birth. Park Chang-ming concedes, and it's Park's turn to make a question. In this kind of medical competition, questions can be arbitrarily made, but they are not without rules. If the people who solve the questions cannot solve their own questions, it is a tie. So, that kind of question doesn't make any sense.

Park Chang-ming calmed down and groaned slightly, smiling: "My question is very simple, please let us in the embassy."

As soon as this word came out, Song Yuhe and Jiang Yu got up at the same time. They knew that Park Changming finally used this trick again! They all lost on this question. To be honest, they can't guarantee whether the Founder can take this trick!

Everyone saw Park Changming making moves, one by one became nervous. Although Founder won a game, although he learned these bastards, if he loses the game in the end, everything before that seems meaningless.

Everyone talked, but unfortunately no one knew what Park Changming's question was.

While everyone was anxiously waiting, it didn't take long for the people from the South Korean embassy to come and send a man, who was in a wheelchair, covered with a blanket, his face looked like a skull, and his eyes were very big. The exposed hands were also as skinny as eagle claws, with their heads tilted to one side, as if they had lost the strength to move.

Seeing this man, many doctors exclaimed: "Gradually freezing people ?!"

This shout made everyone in the hall take a deep breath! Frozen human disease, which is a medical problem in the world! No matter whether it is Chinese or Western medicine, there is no better treatment at all, at least it is only slightly relieved.

Seeing this patient, everyone finally understood how the three sacred hands of Chinese medicine were lost to Park Changming. In the face of this disease, anyone who has changed will be defeated. But the question is, can Park Changming cure the icy disease?

When people come, the secret naturally disappears. Song Yuhe and Jiang Yu no longer need to talk about it.

Song Yuhe sighed: "Pak Changming still brought him after all. The disease is almost unsolvable. Even if Park Changming himself is better than us, there is no cure. But the game It ’s so cruel, you do n’t need to heal people, you just need to do better than the other person. ”

Hearing Song Yuhe's words, everyone's hearts sank.

On the Internet, although the live broadcast was closed, some people were using mobile phone text broadcasts, and the founder did not care about it. Anyway, the lesson is over, everyone is free. Seeing that the Founder ignored it, people started to secretly start shooting and started shooting. As a result, the waiting army on the Internet found the target instantly and swarmed.

When the supporters from South Korea saw this, they all laughed and moved out of the icy disease. This is basically a no-solution situation! This time, they have to see how Founder wins!

At the same time, there are also people in Huaxia that are popularizing science. When everyone understands how difficult the disease is, everyone is silent.

"No wonder, it is no wonder that the three sacred hands of traditional Chinese medicine have all lost. Park Changming is a trick to eat all over the sky, and swept everyone with this trick!" Someone sighed.

"Although it's a little bit black, I have to say that Park Changming still has the real ability. I just don't know how the master will take the job."

"It can't be reached, it's a big draw."

"But what next?"

Everyone was silent ...

Park Chang-ming saw that he was quiet all around, and after finishing his collar a little, the other side was right: "Fangzheng abbot, he doesn't hide it, and he can't cure the disease. But there are ways to make his body slightly better, although This improvement is very slight. However, the abbot's medicine should be able to see it. As long as the abbot can improve him slightly, this game is a tie. "

When the red baby saw it, he shook his mouth and said, "I thought it was a disease, such a small problem ..."

"Small fault? Little mage, do you not understand or pretend? This is a gradual freezing disease. I am afraid that no one can cure it. It can be very effective if it can be effective," someone explained.

The red child is very clear about the founder's means. It really wants to mess with it. It is not impossible for a **** to go back to life, let alone a disease?

Seeing the red child with a look of disapproval, the staff of the embassy behind Park Changming said, "Little guy, this disease is not treatable by anyone. You don't understand, don't talk anymore, lest you brag. Flashed his tongue. "

Before the red baby slaps Park Ming-soo on a big slap, everyone in Korea is a little disgusted to see him. Although a small child, I still snorted and found some balance.

What the red baby was about to say, Fang Zheng touched his head, shook his head and said, "This disease is for the teacher."

As soon as this word came out, the audience was uproar!

Is this a concession?

When Park Chang-ming heard this, he immediately laughed and stared at the Founder: "Master, are you, do you admit defeat?"

Fang Zheng nodded slightly: "This sickness, the poor monk doesn't want to cure it, just let it go."

"Well ... whatever apprentice there is, there is a master. The apprentice likes bragging, Master is cheeky ... wow ..." An embassy staff member shook his head, mockingly.

Just then, a familiar voice shouted with a bit of air leakage and pain: "If you can cure it, you will give up if you can't cure it. Whatever you say ... you monk, really shameless!"

Fang Zheng heard the sound, and saw Park Ming-hyun, who had just fainted, awoke, staring angrily at him.

Founder saw this, and immediately laughed, hands folded: "Amitabha, the donor woke up? So best, Park, don't you check the body of the other apprentice?"

Park Changming came back to this, and quickly checked it. He was surprised to find that although Fang Zheng's slap was hard, Park Ming's stomach was really gone! As for the others, they were all wounded, so nourishment was enough, and he was relieved. He stood up and said, "Founder Abbot, since you are dead, this is a concede. Do you still need to take a shot?"

Founder shook his head and said, "No, let's move on to the next game."