Xiao Chen and the rest were taken aback by the sudden appearance of the monk. However, they didn't think too much about the monk's solemn expression. On the other hand, Xiao Chen returned the greeting.
"Master, thank you for your kind intentions, but …"
With Xiao Chen's eyesight, it wasn't difficult for him to see that the string of Buddhist beads in the monk's hand was something that could be found anywhere on the streets. As for the consecration mentioned by the monk, Xiao Chen didn't believe in it at all.
Xiao Chen wanted to reject the monk, but before Xiao Chen finished his sentence, the monk interrupted. "Amitabha. Benefactor, this poor monk has the intention to help you. I hope you won't reject my offer."
You don't even have the right to reject. When the monk said that, there wasn't the slightest change in his expression. He indeed looked like a highly respected senior monk.
However, when the monk stopped Xiao Chen and the rest, some of the people around the city gate began to whisper among themselves.
"It's that flowery monk again. These outsiders are doomed. I reckon they're going to be blackmailed by him again."
"That's right. Sigh, which temple did this damned Flowery Monk come from? He's really repulsive."
It was obvious that there were quite a few people who knew this monk in this small Myriad Mountain City. However, every time the monk was mentioned, everyone's eyes would uncontrollably reveal a trace of hatred. It was obvious that the monk's reputation was not good.
Logically speaking, since he was a monk, he shouldn't be hated by so many people. However, the expressions of the people around didn't seem to be fake, especially the hatred in their eyes.
However, the monk wasn't bothered at all. He stuffed the Buddhist beads into Xiao Chen's hand and put his palms together. "Amitabha. Benefactor, please accept it."
The monk forcefully stuffed the Buddhist beads into Xiao Chen's hand. Regarding this, Xiao Chen was extremely helpless. This was indeed a string of the most ordinary Buddhist beads. What use was there for it?
However, Xiao Chen wasn't in the mood to argue with the monk. After casually defeating the Buddha, Xiao Chen prepared to leave. He still needed to find out where he was as soon as possible.
However, Xiao Chen wanted to leave. However, Tyrant did not allow him to do so. He took a step forward and blocked the path of Xiao Chen and the others. Seeing this, Xiao Chen frowned. His expression gradually turned cold as he looked at Tyrant.
In the face of Xiao Chen's gradually darkening face, the monk acted as if he did not see it. He said with the appearance of an eminent monk, "Benefactor, you are merciful. This poor monk will help you pass through this tribulation peacefully. I hope that benefactor can remember Buddha's mercy and donate some money."
Hmm? This monk wants money? Upon hearing this, not only Xiao Chen, but even Long Qing and Xuanyuan Ling's expressions turned unfriendly. After saying so much, how could they not understand that this bullsh * t monk was here for money right from the start?
Gu Lingyao said snappily. "Hey, didn't you say that you are a monk? Monks are particular about not having anything in their sleeves. You …"
Gu Lingyao was about to berate Tyrant, but before he finished his sentence, Xiao Chen interrupted him. "Master, please accept this small token of my respect."
Xiao Chen was actually a little unhappy. However, he was unfamiliar with this place and Xiao Chen didn't want to stir up trouble. Besides, his intuition told him that this monk wasn't simple. Therefore, Xiao Chen retrieved some gold coins from his storage ring and handed them to the monk.
A few gold coins were nothing to Xiao Chen. Besides, Xiao Chen basically didn't need gold coins now.
However, the monk didn't even look at the gold coins that Xiao Chen handed over. His eyes were still closed as he said slowly, "Amitabha, this poor monk won't accept these worldly things. Benefactor, it's better for you to give this poor monk some spirit stones."
Originally, they thought that this monk had changed his style or that they had misjudged him. However, after hearing this, they realized that this monk was definitely not a good person. He didn't want gold coins, but he wanted spirit stones. Moreover, his appetite was f * cking big.
Immediately, Long Qing couldn't help but shout, "Monk, don't push your luck. Get out of the way."
They were no longer in the mood to continue arguing with this crazy monk. From the beginning until now, how could they not see that this monk was here for spirit stones from the beginning?
In the face of the current situation, the surrounding people didn't seem to find it strange. Each of them revealed a natural expression. It seemed that this wasn't the first time this monk had done such things in Wanshan City. Everyone was completely used to it.
Xiao Chen looked coldly at the monk. His tone also became extremely cold as he said, "Master, we have no intention of instigating enmity with you. I hope that you won't make a mistake."
After saying that, Xiao Chen prepared to leave in a flash. It was absolutely impossible for him to give the monk spirit stones.
Although a few spirit stones were nothing to Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen was very disgusted by the monk's swindling methods. Therefore, he didn't have the slightest good impression of the monk.
If it wasn't for the fact that Xiao Chen had more important things to do, Xiao Chen would probably have directly taught this crazy monk a lesson.
Not in the mood to argue with the monk, Xiao Chen only wanted to enter the city as soon as possible and find out where this place was. However, just as Xiao Chen passed by the monk, he heard the monk murmur softly without changing his expression, "Amitabha. My Buddha is merciful. Benefactor, a bloody disaster has already arrived."
After saying that, Xiao Chen suddenly felt an extreme sense of danger coming from the monk. The fat monk, who originally looked very ordinary, now gave Xiao Chen an extreme sense of oppression.
Moreover, before Xiao Chen could react, an invisible force directly hit Xiao Chen's abdomen without any movement from the monk. The blood in his body surged, and Xiao Chen couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing Xiao Chen spit out a mouthful of blood, Long Qing, Xuanyuan Ling, and the others at the side glared angrily. They didn't need to think to know that all of this was the monk's doing.
Glaring angrily at the fat monk with a solemn expression, Long Qing shouted coldly, "Monk, you're courting death!"
No one saw the monk make a move, but all of this was definitely related to the monk. Everyone's eyes were locked on the monk, and so was Xiao Chen. However, in Xiao Chen's eyes, there was a trace of shock.
Xiao Chen had been on guard just now, but it was useless. The monk had easily wounded him. Moreover, Xiao Chen felt a power that he had never felt before from the monk. He had never felt this kind of power even from the Venerable Sovereigns. The only thing that was similar to it was his Master, Jun Wuya, who seemed to have shown this kind of power before.
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