The old heavenly master kicked over, yelling:
"Silence! How dare you speak recklessly?"
The little boy shrieked and jumped away, yelling:
"Why would I lie to you, it's been reported in the news, it's the truth, it's the truth!"
The old heavenly master blew his beard and glared, picking up a stick. The little boy, sensing something was wrong, bolted towards the outside of the hall.
As he ran, he looked back in surprise:
"The heavenly master is hitting people, the heavenly master is hitting..."
Before he could finish yelling.
'Thud!'
"Ouch!"
The little boy felt as if he'd crashed into a city wall, his head swelling with a lump, and he fell to the ground.
Taking a sharp, cold breath, he looked up at the newcomer—a monk.
A monk with hair, dressed in monk robes, looking extremely handsome.
The little boy shrunk his head:
"Master, I wasn't defaming the Buddhist Sect...."
The monk leaned down with a laugh, patted the little boy's head, and praised:
