The monk panicked, then fled in haste.
Before long, a broad-shouldered, thick-waisted, plump woman weighing a full 180 pounds emerged outside the bamboo house.
She was chubby and somewhat adorable, with faint traces of her former beauty still visible.
"Well, well, you secretly had seven children! I'm going to tear you apart today!" The fat woman looked through the window and spotted a rose.
Seven sleeping phantom babies lay upon the rose petals.
The moment the woman saw them, she flew into a rage.
The originally indestructible bamboo house was kicked open with a single blow from her foot.
She burst inside and grabbed the rose. At first, she wanted to clutch it tightly, but then she carefully held it in her hands instead.
The fat woman had not been moved by the images of the seven babies. It was because... the rose had thorns.
Beautiful flowers needed thorns. Otherwise, they would become toys to be kneaded at will.
Then the fat woman took the rose and chased after him in a certain direction.
Five days later, the fat woman cornered Big Fatty Monk on a mountainside.
He was roasting an antelope.
"You rule-breaking monk! You don't care about any of your precepts anymore!" The fat woman drove him away, then happily began enjoying the fragrant roast lamb herself.
"What do you know? Precepts are merely for the convenience of cultivation. A monk has long since emptied himself of the four elements, so why would he care about precepts?" Big Fatty Monk stood to the side, watching the fat lamb disappear into the woman's belly. He was so furious he stamped his feet, yet there was nothing he could do.
"Then why did you capture their mother? That goes against Heaven's Will, don't you know?" the fat woman said as