The person brought his hands together in prayer, enunciating each word clearly.
Yet it left Ban Tiankuang and the others present gaping in disbelief.
Among them, a bewitching lady couldn't help but let out a light laugh:
"Are you possessed? What demon art has this old monk used to turn you into what you are now?
"But rest assured, since we've come, we won't just let you become a monk.
"After all, you have several concubines waiting for you on the mountain to return and favor them.
"If you ever tire of them, we can always head down the mountain to catch more..."
As her words reached this point, Hui Zhi broke into a cold sweat, perceiving her glare as if facing a venomous serpent, and repeatedly said:
"Sinful, sinful, this monk's past was frivolous, benefactress please hold your tongue!"
The scholar and the tower-like man exchanged glances: "Has this man truly gone mad, or is he being controlled?"
