Ouyang's cold snort drowned out all the noise. At such an open insult, both the radicals and the conservatives flew into a rage!
This brat had been calling them bald donkeys for ages. Had he not bothered to look at whose territory he was on? Did he really not know how to write the word "death"?
They wanted to teach Ouyang a lesson by forcefully pinning him down, man on man, but after another glance at Dongxu Zi, who was resting with his eyes closed, they shrank back. All they could do was fiercely condemn Ouyang's ungrateful behavior in their hearts.
As Ouyang looked at the two groups of monks, as incompatible as fire and water, ten thousand grass-mud horses were already galloping through his mind.
So that was why my golden-glowing fourth martial uncle was being so kind-he actually wanted me to become a bald donkey!!!
At first glance, I thought he was gold outside and black within, but I never imagined he was that devious!
He actually set me up like this!
What kind of international joke was this?
Across both my lives, I was still a virgin. I'd never experienced any romance beneath the wind, flowers, snow, and moon.
Why should I come to this godforsaken place and become a monk?
Even if they offered me the job, I wouldn't want it, and yet some people actually didn't want to let me have it?
The corner of Ouyang's eye twitched. Imagining himself with a gleaming bald head, eating vegetarian meals and chanting Buddhist scriptures for the rest of his life, he thought he might as well just croak. Eighteen years later, he would be a fine fellow once more!
"Even if I, Ouyang, die today, even if I jump off Great Spirit Mountain Temple, I will never