He sneered.
"No money, yet you want to enter Shansheng Hall? Someone, throw these two poor devils out!"
Just then, from the bamboo path beside them, leapt out seven or eight robust Monks, glaring at Xin Lin with menacing eyes.
"Little Boss, these are all Xuanwu Practitioners, each with at least the cultivation of the Fifth or Sixth Realm, not to be trifled with."
Ma Jingtian beside him saw this and tugged at Xin Lin's arm.
A mighty dragon cannot crush a local snake; without the boss here, he alone was no match for so many Taichang Temple Monks.
Furthermore, this was merely the most basic Shansheng Hall, the lowest in the hierarchy of Taichang Temple. If things got out of hand, they might attract the attention of other masters from the Temple, and then they would be in trouble they couldn't walk away from.
Xin Lin glanced at the meat-and-wine Monk, then over at the nearby Shansheng Hall.
In this day and age, not only shops bully their owners, but even temples bully the flock!
