"Benefactor, it's not that I refuse to report, but I have my own concerns. Why do you insist on making it difficult for me?"
The great monk looked at Xu Fan's unfriendly face, and for some reason, his heart started to thump wildly, feeling as though something big was about to happen.
"Young man, the master said it's inconvenient, so why insist on making it difficult?"
"Exactly, in front of the gods and Buddha, you cannot be rude!"
A group of worshippers who came to offer incense saw the great monk's troubled face and were indignant, also voicing their disapproval of Xu Fan's rudeness.
Xu Fan naturally wouldn't bother with these small fry. He chuckled, didn't respond, signaled to Jiang Quan behind him, and turned to walk toward the temple gate.
What a joke, what kind of person is Xu Fan? Even the old man in the black robe must be cautious in front of Xu Fan, not daring to show a hint of disrespect. Why would Xu Fan waste time on a great monk?
