But after all, he was the head of a hall, a worldly martial monk, how could he endure it? Immediately, he slammed his heavy Zen stick onto the ground, with a crack, the green bricks collapsed, bursting into cobweb-like cracks, and he shouted angrily:
"Zhao Douan! Don't push people too far! You have a grudge with Da Jing, if you have the ability, go find him, hiding behind the troops and oppressing people with power, what does that count as? Divine Dragon Temple is a sacred place of Buddhism, withdraw quickly, or don't blame Buddha for giving no face to the court!"
He was still relatively calm, not daring to really make a move.
Zhao Douan frowned slightly, as if annoyed by the noise, finally glanced at him, shook his head, and sneered:
"Don't know what's going on, yet still claiming not to be a small fry?"
