"Bastard!" The monk who had suddenly appeared chased after them for a few steps in a fury. "My kasaya! My kasaya!"
But they had already darted far away, and no one answered him.
Seeing that he had no hope of catching them, he stamped his foot bitterly and turned to return to the Buddha Hall to escape the cold wind.
The moment he turned around, he saw the most eye-catching little pink dumpling in the group staring at him with sparkling eyes. That look...
Made him feel like a platter of fatty meat someone had set their sights on.
Liaochen shivered for no apparent reason.
As he walked back, he asked, "...What brings you benefactors here?"
He could hardly be blamed for wondering. Ever since that swindling abbot had installed the Poverty God Statue, offerings at the temple had plummeted. By the time the old abbot passed away, no one visited anymore.
So he had not bothered replacing the stone statue-
Definitely not because he had no money!
But as soon as he finished speaking, the two sparkling eyes across from him became eight, and their gazes grew increasingly eager.
Liaochen: "???"
He knew it. Anyone who came to his temple had something wrong with them!
A few breaths earlier.
Jiang Yingcheng looked at Master Liaochen's back, her eyes shining. [Really? He's really that amazing?]
She was so excited that she kept taking tiny gasps. [Wow, a Martial Arts Grandmaster! Wow-]
"!!!"
A Martial Arts Grandmaster even stronger than Xu Jiu?!
There were fewer than ten Martial Arts Grandmasters in all of Great Rui, and they had actually stumbled across one here?!
For a moment, Jiang Tinghuai's eyes shone even brighter than Jiang Yingcheng's.
But-
How had a mighty Martial Arts Grandmaster let Wu Leyong strip off his kasaya so