flstandardbreds Chapter 138
Chapter 138
After ending his WeChat chat with Wang Wenjing, Chen Xuan stepped into the raw stone shop.
The situation inside was indeed as the bald man had described; there were indeed monks and Taoist priests selecting raw stones.
Chen Xuan entered the shop and began selecting items on his own.
Soon, with his golden eyes, he selected several refining materials.
However, at that moment, someone inside the shop started shouting. Although the voice was soft, it was very angry. It seemed to be a regular customer of this shop.
"Hey, how can you be like this, monk? I clearly saw this rough stone first!"
"So, whatever you see first is yours? Does that mean the girl next to me is yours too?"
Such outrageous remarks made even Chen Xuan, who doesn't like to join in the fun, turn his head to take a look.
When Chen Xuan saw a monk with one arm around a girl's slender waist and arguing with a young man dressed as a Taoist priest at the shop entrance, he felt his worldview was shaken.
"You, you fake monk, you have utterly insulted the Buddhism that Longxia believes in!"
The young Taoist priest blushed as he was teased by the girl in the monk's arms. He quickly cursed a couple of times and hurriedly left.
"Hahaha, you little punk, you've never seen the world before. You think just because someone's bald you're a monk? I'm a martial monk!"
"Hehe, Senior Brother is awesome. I've been annoyed with these Taoist disciples for a long time. They can't make money themselves, but they act sarcastic and cynical when they see others making money."
"How about we go over there and beat him up to teach him a lesson?"
Three or five young novice monks surrounded their senior brother, flattering him.
The senior disciple waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's finish the task at hand first. In a few days, a big shot from Hong Kong and Taiwan will be coming to offer incense. The abbot said that we must have good materials, otherwise the big shot can tell the quality at a glance. If he doesn't donate, how can we go out and enjoy ourselves?"
"Yes, yes, the mission is the most important thing."
"By the way, Senior Brother, after we finish our mission, do you want to go out and have some fun tonight?"
"Yeah, senior brother, we haven't been out to play in ages, we've all got pimples on our faces from being cooped up."
"Haha, no problem. We'll have a big meal tonight. Senior Brother will take you all to clear your heads. Order whatever you want, and remember, our family may not have much else, but we're rich!"
Chen Xuan was selecting raw stones from a relatively far back position, also dressed as a Taoist priest.
The monks showed no intention of avoiding the issue, and judging from the shop owner's feigned ignorance, they were clearly regular customers.
Chen Xuan ignored him, saying that there were many monks and Taoists before the gates of hell.
As long as he didn't use Taoist magic to harm people, Chen Xuancai didn't bother with these worldly unspoken rules.
"This one is good. If it's good, it should be able to help Linglong refine a magical artifact to conceal demonic energy."
Just as Chen Xuan picked up a rough stone he had his eye on, something unexpected happened.
The raw stone in his hand was snatched away by a monk next to him, who then held it in his hand and played with it.
"It is indeed a good material, thank you."
This monk, probably in his early twenties, was the lowest-ranking among the group, yet he was surprisingly arrogant towards a layman, not even glancing at Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan looked at the man and said in a cold voice, "That's mine."
"Hey, why is your stuff in my hands? Did you pay for it?"
Seeing that Chen Xuan was thin and frail, the monk assumed he came from the nearby nameless Taoist temple and paid him no attention.
This kind of behavior clearly indicates a habit of acting arrogantly and domineeringly.
"Give me the item, and I can pretend this never happened." Chen Xuan didn't want to make a big fuss, because he had many places to visit that afternoon.
"Oh ho, so what if I don't give it to you? What are you going to do about it?"
The monk glared disdainfully at Chen Xuan, thrusting his bald head in front of him, as if to say, "I'm going to rob you, what can you do about it? Try touching me!"
Chen Xuan's face turned ashen. He snorted and raised his hand to strike the monk in the chest.
The monk's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his body flew backward with a thud, crashing into the steps at the shop's entrance.