Chapter 325 - Lesser Arhat Temple
In truth, the gang of young beggars hadn’t suffered any injuries. They were scared silly the moment they saw the old monk casually cause the earth to tremble with a stomp.
Never in their lives had the young beggars seen such a spectacle. Their legs gave out beneath them, and they collapsed onto the ground. After a moment of stunned silence, they let out terrified screams, scattering like frightened birds.
The old monk silently murmured an apology in his heart before shifting his gaze toward the only one still standing—the leader of the gang.
The leader of the beggars shivered the moment the old monk’s sharp, angular eyes locked onto him, but he refused to back down and instead spat out, "You bald donkey! So you’ve got some skills! Consider yourself lucky today! I won’t let you off next time!"
With that, he turned and bolted toward the trees.
"Young benefactor, hold on—"
The old monk made a move as he spoke.
The little beggar had barely taken two steps before he felt a firm grip at the back of his neck, lifting him clean off the ground. Twisting his head around in shock, he found himself staring right into the face of the old monk.
The young beggar panicked and started struggling wildly. "You damned bald donkey! Let me go! Once I, the Unbound Third Master, get free, I swear I’ll strip that monk’s robe of yours and burn it!"
"‘Unbound Third Master’?" The old monk chuckled. "Then who is the First Master and Second Master?"
The little beggar tilted his head back arrogantly and snorted. "First are the Boundless Heavens, Second is the Endless Earth—between heaven and earth, I, Unbound Third Master, stand tall and unshakable!"
The old monk threw his head back in laughter. "You foolish child, what audacity!"