"Ah, my goodness, I was nearly suffocated, I truly don't know how those guys can maintain such a deathlike facade all day long."
The monk, who just moments ago had an air of noble sanctity about him, burst out with such a vulgar statement!
As an elderly woman and man were just about to approach and consult this master about their fortunes and misfortunes, they heard his words and almost collided headfirst into an oncoming car turning the corner. After barely steadying themselves, they glanced at the monk, who had a Maitreya Buddha-like grin as he pulled out a flask of alcohol and guzzled it down. They promptly turned and hastily walked away without looking back, feeling secretly relieved that they had hesitated and slowed down just a moment earlier. If they had approached him, they might have been duped by this fake monk, and there's no telling how much that could have cost them.
"Good stuff, who says southern liquor isn't strong? The South also has its fine drinks!"
