The prison in Celestial Cyan City is specially designed to detain those who are cultivating, filled with layers of array restrictions.
At this moment, Ye Chen is locked in one of the cells.
With him is a guy in a tattered robe, wearing a large string of Buddhist beads, but with short hair and a body smelling of alcohol.
"Why did the young brother get caught in here?"
Ye Chen glanced at the person asking him, smiled, and said, "Because they want to die, so they caught me. And you?"
"Had some drinks, hit someone, I got locked up here half an hour earlier than you."
"Who did you hit?" Ye Chen asked, as there was nothing else to do while locked up here, might as well chat to pass the time.
"The person selling fake wine."
"Then you didn't do anything wrong, fake wine harms people, should be hit, you shouldn't be locked up." Ye Chen said, "By the way, you wear a robe and have Buddhist beads, are you a monk?"
"Yes."
"Then why do you have hair and drink?"
"Does it matter?"
