The official road bustled with carriages and horses, merchants' caravans hurrying along.
Two swift horses came to a stop by the roadside.
Xiao He ground his teeth as he looked around. "That damned bald donkey ran pretty damn fast. In the blink of an eye, the donkey was gone."
You've got the nerve to show off, but not the nerve to stop running!
Xiang Yuan frowned and said nothing. It was probably for the best that they had failed to catch up. Thinking it over carefully, that white-robed monk had been strange indeed—brazen in his conduct and foul-mouthed besides. If he had lived this long without being beaten to death, he surely knew a little martial arts and had some understanding of Buddhist teachings.
In Dezhou, that would have been one thing. But this was the Southern Border, where Demonic Beings gathered in heaps. Even Xiang had to cover his face, not daring to reveal his handsome, delicate little pretty-boy looks.
The white-robed monk hid nothing at all. Clearly, he had some real skills and was confident he could retreat unscathed even if he encountered one of Bliss Dao's enchantresses.
Xiao He came to his senses as well. He could not lose in terms of momentum, so he continued cursing. "Running into a bald donkey the moment I step outside—what rotten luck. It's only because he ran fast. If he'd fallen into my hands, I'd have made him break every single one of those monastic rules and precepts."
"Wouldn't that be a bad idea? What if he's a lustful donkey who doesn't care whether it's meat or vegetables? Wouldn't that be giving him exactly what he wants?"
"That's true. I'd even have to spend money to invite him to a brothel. Can't do business at a loss."
Xiao He readily