Chapter 883
However, Song Yuhe still repressed his thoughts in fear . He had no choice but to suppress his anger and asked, "Will it be about Traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine?"
Fangzheng smiled faintly and stared into Song Yuhe's eyes . "Medicine . "
"Yes, I know . I'm asking you if you'll be talking about TCM or Western medicine . " Song Yuhe repeated his question .
But in the end, he only got the same reply from Fangzheng . "Medicine . "
"Master, are you kidding me? Medicine comes in many varieties, but the most common two seen in China are TCM and Western medicine . Everything has a focus . Once the focus is different, the topic discussed will be different, along with the audience," Song Yuhe said impatiently .
However, Fangzheng still answered indifferently, "Medicine . "
Song Yuhe nearly blew up as he shouted for the first time with pangs of fury . "Can you answer my question? Don't tell me you plan on explaining everything!"
Song Yuhe had only shouted out his criticism without much thought, and he ended up regretting it the very next moment . The monk in front of him was strange . If he was a ghost, his shout would likely mean the end of his life right there and then .
However, the situation was already so bad that to make it worse would make no real difference . Since he had shouted already, he could only accept the consequences . He stiffened his neck and glared at Fangzheng, waiting for the outcome .
Fangzheng smiled and nodded . "Yes . "
"Uh…" Song Yuhe was dumbfounded . He looked at Fangzheng like he was looking at a monster . He really wished to open up the monk's brains to see how they operated . Talk about everything? He scorned the thought . No one in the entire world had ever been able to teach all of medicine in one seminar . Even a tiny part of medicine couldn't be completely talked about in a short time .
Song Yuhe looked at Fangzheng like he was a retard and said, "Master, do you know how long it will take?"
Fangzheng said, "Very long . Therefore, This Penniless Monk plans to emulate the ancients—by preaching a sermon . "
Song Yuhe nearly choked when he heard that, thinking, "Hey! This monk's answers are getting grander and more inexplicable the more I ask . He wants to emulate the ancients by preaching a sermon? Why don't you just die, huh?"
For the ancients who had managed to do this, which one of them wasn't a founding master? There might not even truly have been such people . Only in legends of immortals was there mention of immortals preaching the Dao through sermons, attracting countless demons, ghosts and monsters .
Thinking of these supernatural beings, Song Yuhe suddenly thought of something . The monk in front of him might not be normal!
With this in mind, Song Yuhe looked at Fangzheng and was surprised to see that he was gone!
He had vanished into thin air with no one around him . When he looked down at the ground, he gasped . The spot where Fangzheng had been standing didn't have a single footprint! Then, had Fangzheng even really been standing there? Could it be…
The thought left Song Yuhe's hair standing on end . He turned around and immediately ran . Although he was advanced in his years, he had kept his fitness up . He was usually able to run fast enough already, and now, he seemed to exceed the limits of human speed .
After Song Yuhe ran off, Fangzheng dispelled A Golden Millet Dream and wiped his nose . "This was my first time working so hard to posture . I hope it wasn't for nothing . "
After saying that, Fangzheng turned to head back to One Finger Monastery . The moment he entered it, he was surrounded by his disciples, all of them staring at him with widened eyes as though they were saying: "You returned?! Where the hell were you?"
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