"Fraudulent monk indeed!" Xia Wenjin spat. Eight lives, and no one knows if they're dead or alive, yet he dared to blab, using gods and spirits as an excuse, to let this matter slide into obscurity.
With anger rising in her heart, she said, "I don't know where this charlatan monk comes from, but if I meet him, I'll surely teach him a good lesson!"
Huangfu Jingchen sighed and said, "The rural folks are lacking in knowledge. For things they can't comprehend, they like to attribute them to gods and spirits, making everything reasonable and awe-inspiring. That charlatan monk knows that saying this would make the villagers believe without a doubt. He's probably a habitual offender!"
Xia Wenjin said, "I wonder if we can find him, I want to give him a beating!" As she spoke, she cracked her knuckles, ready to give it a try.
Huangfu Jingchen's eyes deepened.
