What's this, Qingping Temple is a shady temple?!
Qin Liuxi rolled up her sleeves, ready to throw punches.
Her temple, which she painstakingly managed to fund for renovations and road maintenance, was just beginning to improve. Now someone dares to accuse Qingping Temple of being shady?
Qing Yuan quickly held her back. Fighting would not do; if a monk were to hit someone, that reputation would spread throughout Da Feng, and Qingping Temple would indeed become notorious.
They desired fame, but not this kind of infamous reputation. Unappealing, isn't it?
Qing Yuan advised, "He left the house without brushing his teeth; his mouth stinks. You shouldn't hit him; what if you hurt your hand?"
Qin Liuxi hadn't even spoken yet.
When from behind them came an arrogant voice: "Yuan Meng, slap him for this young master, I want to knock out two of his teeth."
"Yes."
Before everyone's eyes in a blur,
