The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Chapter 1298 - Darn Fish!

Chapter 1298: Darn Fish!

One couldn’t cheer at random when watching an opera.

If the cheering was on point, that would be an expert. It would give the actors an additional sense of satisfaction.

However, randomly cheering often gave the actors a fright… They would often imagine that they had done something wrong.

This was the situation before them.

However, when everyone saw the monk below with a smile of support, they felt relieved.

And then, as if they were on steroids, the actors started to put in a lot of effort. Their movements became more and more serious, and their fighting scene was even more satisfying…

When Squirrel saw this, he learned from Fangzheng. As long as he was sleepy, he immediately shouted, “Nice!”

This often shocked the actors in the beginning, but later, they realized that their audience didn’t understand opera, so they just let them be.

As long as they liked it!

As a result, the actors on-stage put in a lot of effort to perform, while the audience off-stage shouted enthusiastically. It was full of harmony…

Someone took a picture of this scene. After taking the picture, the other party realized that there was no problem with the stage, but there was something wrong with the man and squirrel sitting below the stage!

Why did this monk look so familiar?

Finally, the man smacked his head and exclaimed, “Abbot Fangzheng!? Abbot Fangzheng is here to watch a show?”

However, the other party wasn’t sure until Squirrel cheered.

Only then did he confirm that it was Fangzheng. He was the only one who could bring a talking animal around in the world.

Therefore, as though finding a treasure or a new continent. He quickly posted it on his WeChat Moments…

…

At the same time, the competition had begun.

The Way of Tea competition ended first. Japan’s master in the Way of the Tea, Chiyo, fought to a draw with the Chinese master, Master Song Xian. They shook hands and left.

Next was the competition of tea leaves.

After Master Chiyo rested for a moment, he returned to the arena.

Everyone knew very well that the tea leaves were crucial to a pot of good tea. However, the tea-making skills also had

the ability to turn something rotten magical. Therefore, the tea leaves with the Way of the Tea was not as simple as one plus one equals two. As a result, in this crucial match, the Hiei family got Master Chiyo to represent them.

And at that moment, Red Boy and Salted Fish arrived. When they saw the Japanese elder on-stage, Salted Fish mumbled. “Why is such an old kid here?”

Red Boy said wistfully, “That’s right…”

The people by the side were immediately stunned when they heard that. They subconsciously shot a glance at Red Boy and Salted Fish.

In order to not attract unnecessary attention, Red Boy used his divine powers to disguise the two of them as ordinary residents.

Hence, people around the two looked at them as though they were looking at two idiots.

“What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen a handsome fish before?” Salted Fish glared at them.

The other party shook his head and mumbled. “They are mentally unsound indeed… He speaks incoherently. He doesn’t want to be human, but wants to be a fish…”

With that said, the other party quickly dodged to a side to avoid being bitten by the two nut cases.

However, someone was unhappy. It was a Japanese. He frowned and said, “What do you know? Master Chiyo is the most famous tea master in Japan. His performance just now is evident! Every action of his seems to be in line with nature. Just ordinary green tea becomes top-grade green tea in his hands!”

Salted Fish said, “Uh, it sounds quite impressive. But no matter what you say, isn’t he just a tea barista?”

The Japanese man said angrily, “He’s not a tea barista; he’s a tea master!”

Salted Fish asked, “What does a tea master do?”

The Japanese man was exasperated, but he was unwilling to give in. He said in a low voice, “Brew… tea…”

Salted Fish threw up his fins and said, “That’s right. So doesn’t that make him a tea barista?”

When the Japanese man realized that there was no way to communicate with this idiot, he decisively shut up.

Salted Fish turned his head and said to Red Boy, “Look at these people. Thinking how awesome a tea barista is…”

At this moment, Song Xian also stood up.

“Is Master Song preparing to begin?” someone mumbled.

“No, Master Song isn’t walking there!”

Upon hearing those words, everyone turned to look in confusion.

He walked into the crowd and smiled at an old man. “Master, you’re here too?”

The moment that was said, there was an uproar!

Even Chiyo, who was sitting on-stage with his eyes closed, was taken aback as well. Song Xian’s mastery in the Way of Tea was on the same level as his. Then, what kind of person would Song Xian call master?

At that instant, a name flashed across Qian He’s mind!

Ishii subconsciously put down a teacup and exclaimed, “Could it be Tang Ze who hasn’t appeared in ten years? Old Mr. Tang?”

Song Ming was stunned. Her gaze landed on the person who her grandfather was bowing to. The next moment, the teacup in her hands fell to the ground as she exclaimed, “Muddle Tang?!”

“Song Ming, what are you talking about? What do you mean by Muddle Tang? That’s China’s number one expert in the Way of the Tea, Tang Ze. It’s just that Tang Ze has never participated in public competitions. He only discusses tea with people in private. However, no matter how good an expert is, they will claim their inferiority after having tea with Tang Ze. His first place wasn’t obtained through competition, but acknowledgment. Therefore, outsiders rarely know of him. Only the senior members of the older generation know how impressive he is,” Song Ming’s uncle said.

Song Ming smiled bitterly. “I see. Tang Ze, Muddle Tang… I was actually tricked.”

Tang Ze did not expect Song Xian to have such sharp eyes. He had been recognized despite hiding in the crowd.

Tang Ze stood up and said politely, “Brother Song, you’re being polite. I’m not a master. I’m just a tea barista…”

The crowd fell silent…

Song Xian smiled bitterly.

Chiyo pondered deeply for a moment before coming to a realization.

If there was someone who was happiest, it was Salted Fish. He clapped and said with a laugh, “Look, look… Ah? Japanese guy, I wasn’t wrong, right? They’re just tea baristas!”

The Japanese man’s face was livid, but he did not know how to refute.

Perhaps he had never heard of Tang Ze before, but who would dare to say that he was not a master when even Song Xian addressed him as one? If the master said that he was a tea barista, who could refute him?

Upon seeing Salted Fish’s smug look, the Japanese man turned his head away. Out of sight, out of mind.

However, when he turned around, he was depressed to discover that this bastard had somehow circled to be right in front of him. He turned around and saw him again!

Salted Fish grinned. “I knew you were going to run. I’m waiting. Come, tell me what they should be called.”

The Japanese man snorted and turned his head again. It was that darn face again!

In the end, the Japanese man looked up and thought to himself, “You can’t do anything if I raise my head, right?”

In the end, when he looked up, it was still the same face!

At some point in time, Salted Fish had mounted his neck! More importantly, he didn’t feel any weight…