At that thought, Spring Lake took out the little Tang Yu doll again and punched it twice to vent her anger, muttering under her breath.
"Damn Tang Yu, don't you dare make me attend your bed. I'm this cute—I don't even know if he can control himself. Ugh, that damned beast, that beast who ought to die of the plague, that beast who ought to be thrown into a vat of boiling oil..."
Just as she was chattering away and cursing, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
"Who is it? Sister Xue?"
Spring Lake ran over with her bowl in hand, instinctively assuming Xue Xiaoliang had come. Lately, whenever Xue Xiaoliang had nothing to do, she came running over here every day.
It was only after opening the door and seeing a whole group of monks standing outside that Spring Lake nearly blacked out. She looked at the two old monks standing at the front and asked, "What do you want?"
The two old monks chuckled. One of them pressed his palms together and smiled.
"This humble monk is the abbot of Bright Temple, Dharma name Jicheng. I heard that a true Taoist master resides here, so I have come specifically to invite him to a debate between Buddhism and Taoism. I hope the young benefactor will pass on the message."
"Wait here."
Spring Lake slammed the door shut with all her strength. The tremendous bang made the old monks outside twitch at the corners of their eyes.
On her short little legs, she raced into the house and shouted, "Hey, Tang! Little ox-nose! Bad news! A bunch of monks came outside to beat you up!"
"What?"
The young Taoist looked utterly bewildered.
Tang Yu flicked a peanut with his finger, striking Spring Lake on the head as he scolded,