Yan Xing snorted lightly, seems like the little Monk is quite good at complaining.
Fei Tan looked over indifferently, and when he saw Yan Xing's face, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"You..."
"You what? Aren't monks supposed to be free from worldly desires? You can't take your eyes off me, your senses are impure, this monastery is a scam." Yan Xing yelled with her hands on her hips.
"Master, I'm sorry, she's not in her right mind, I hope you won't stoop to her level." Kang Qi politely stepped forward and said.
"Hey, who are you calling not in their right mind? You're the one with the problem, it's already good that I'm not stooping to his level, now get out of my way."
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, Amitabha, please calm down, Miss," The tall skinny monk showed no sign of anger despite her pointing and cursing, maintaining a calm demeanor indicating a hint of a high monk's style.
"Hypocrite." Yan Xing snorted coldly.
