Xu Zimei looked at the old man with a half-smile.
The old man, with his thick skin, continued, "Sir, this incense truly smells wonderful, and Buddha is indeed effective. You should give it a try."
"What if it's ineffective?" Xu Zimei asked.
"If it's ineffective, you can tear down this temple," the old man said confidently.
Xu Zimei looked around at the dilapidated temple.
He laughed and said, "Is there really a need to tear it down?"
"It's already a ruin, what difference would it make if it's torn down?"
Upon hearing Xu Zimei's words, the old man quickly reminded, "Sir, you shouldn't speak carelessly, all the Buddhas in the sky are listening."
"I've heard people say that the Barefoot Monk of Cloud Interval Temple is a fraud," Xu Zimei said.
He looked down.
The Barefoot Monk was indeed barefoot, without shoes.
He also smelled quite rank.
As if he hadn't bathed in many years.
"Fraud?"
"Sir, how can you slander someone without reason," the Barefoot Monk hurriedly said.
