"He really is talented, you can't tell whether he's high or low. Such an old guy, wearing such an old robe, if you say he's playing cosplay, buddy, with that time, maybe you should go have your eyes checked first at a hospital."
"I can't hold it in, he doesn't see the Daoist Master's murderous look at all. This guy is also a talent; I don't know how he got in. Aren't monks supposed to be the smartest?"
"Hey, maybe he's just pretending to be oblivious. Instead of exposing the truth and facing destiny, it's better to play dumb and pass the buck to others. He's just a regular monk, not the abbot, why should he risk his life?"
"Damn! So, this is the Master, my apologies, my apologies!"
"..."
The fat monk saw Li Daocheng remaining silent, thought he was tempted, and quickly struck while the iron was hot:
"I see you really suit this kasaya, truly, your demeanor is matched only by this kasaya."
