Kapitel 1107: Conflict (two chapters in one) _3

The middle-aged warrior monk was furious. He glared at Xu Qi 'an and said,

nonsense. There are no blood pellets or soul pellets in the three flower temple. Someone is trying to sow discord.

I'm not sure, " Xu Qi 'an retorted sarcastically. I'll only be able to judge whether I believe you or the flying Sparrow.

The Jianghu men responded again, "

"Bald donkey, you're so shameless."

"Monks don't lie? You're lying through your teeth."

When it came to scolding, even if the three flower temple's monks had ten mouths, they wouldn't be able to beat one mouth of this group of gangsters.

All kinds of dirty words were flying around, from greeting all the women in the family to saying that he was his son.

Monks weren't Zen masters and didn't have that kind of self-control. The nine staff-holding monks were so angry that the veins on their foreheads were popping.

"Bah, shameless!"