"Bald donkey, with your third-rate tricks, you still want to snatch the job from me, the old Daoist? Keep dreaming!"
"Amitabha, old blind man—I'll sort you out!"
"Fake monk..."
"Bull-nose..."
The first floor was bustling as people hurried over, and Director Lin frowned, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him.
He saw a blind old Daoist and a monk arguing, shoving each other, on the verge of a fight. The monk almost yanked the Daoist's beard off, and if it weren't for several staff members intervening constantly, they would have surely started fighting.
The blind old Daoist was wearing an ancient green Daoist robe, his body was gaunt, hair and beard all white, and had shifty eyes. Despite being unable to see, it seemed to have no effect on his ability to distinguish people and items, as if vision was unnecessary for him.
