"Brother Gu, you just said monks did not crave wine or eat meat. Is that true?"
Jiang Ping An began to doubt what Gu Cheng had said.
Gu Cheng stated decisively, "This man is definitely not a monk. Perhaps he is merely dressed like one."
Even if not all monks were compassionate and cultivated through suffering, at the very least, these monks would certainly present a dignified appearance before outsiders.
But this man before them was grotesquely fat, tearing into meat laid directly on his lap while continuously guzzling wine. Such wild behavior could never belong to a monk.
"Who said I am not a monk... burp~ This humble monk is a bona fide monk of Brahma Temple."
Chan WuXiang, covered in grease and fat, heard their conversation and immediately waved his wine jug to correct them, letting out a full belch midway through.
"Impossible. I have met many monks from Brahma Temple, and none of them looked like you."
Gu Cheng believed even less that this man was from Brahma Temple.
If he truly were a monk of Brahma Temple, after doing something so indulgent and damaging to Brahma Temple's reputation, he would never admit it. Yet this man had admitted it, making him seem more like someone deliberately insulting Brahma Temple's image.
Chan WuXiang shrugged. The two slabs of fat on his chest, enough to make women jealous, trembled along with the motion. He wore a helpless expression.
"The Brahma Temple monks you have seen are merely what they wanted you to see. All living beings have eight thousand faces. Can you truly see through a person's original nature with nothing more than your naked eyes? You see this humble monk eating meat and drinking wine. Do you think that means you have seen this humble monk's true