Three words appeared in his mind: "Mole Spell!"
"What the heck is this?" Fangzheng was stunned. Mole Spell? The name didn't sound like anything impressive. However, when he carefully read the description of the Mole Spell, Fangzheng immediately laughed!
Zhou Wu was emboldened by Fangzheng's meekness. "Didn't you hear that? Even the owner isn't disagreeable with it, why the hell is it your business?"
The villagers looked at Fangzheng and just as Zhou Wu had said, Fangzheng was the owner. If Fangzheng did not give the call-to-arms, it wasn't right for them to take action.
"Amitabha. Patrons, there's no need to be angry. This Penniless Monk has no lack of bamboo shoots on this mountain. Everyone, feel free to take them. But, remember. You are not to waste, or else…"
"So what if it's wasted?" Zhou Wu thought that Fangzheng was threatening him.
Fangzheng chuckled, "Wastage will receive punishment."
