Chu Qingzhi could hardly kneel before a fraudster. "Do I really have to kneel?" she asked.
The monk replied anxiously, "If you don't kneel, it won't work."
Chu Qingzhi glanced at the monks standing around and questioned, "Why don't you pray?"
The monk proudly explained, "We have already become servants of the gods, blessed directly by them. We don't need to kneel."
Chu Qingzhi was utterly speechless. "Who told you that?"
The monk's face bore an expression of unwavering belief. "The gods told us in our dreams when we became monks here."
Chu Qingzhi crossed her arms. "Tell me, do these gods eat meat or are they vegetarian?"
The monk's face changed, and he looked around fearfully, not wanting to be overheard, his eyes showing hostility. "What do you mean by that?"
Chu Qingzhi asked mockingly, "I saw several fat pigs in your backyard. Are you preparing them for a heavenly offering?"
