"Impossible," the novice nun shook her head, directly rebutting him.
Xiao Han glanced at her and flashed a wicked smile, "Nothing is impossible. That guy is Ling Tong. Even if he has to steal, he could manage to steal a Shariputra. After all, people from the Buddhist Sect won't be on their guard against him."
He was so wicked, making a Ling Tong—a reincarnated holy monk—steal something, and that something was the Buddha's Shariputra.
Miao Yi felt dizzy. She clasped her hands together, chanting the Buddha's name, hardly daring to listen any further.
"You are a demon, tempting Ling Tong to commit such a tremendous sin. I won't help you relay this," Miao Yi said, biting her lip, almost crying out of fear from Xiao Han.
She simply couldn't imagine how such a great evil could exist in the world, inciting a holy monk to steal.
