Miao Long shouted for his four brothers as he walked with an air full of mettle like a proud rooster. Flaunting his prowess, he came to the village entrance and went straight for Fangzheng. "Aiyah, darn monk. You haven't left?! It looks like today's the day for your skin to separate from its flesh! Also those old fools. Weren't they rather arrogant just now… huh?! Don't even think of running. I'm telling you. A monk may run but his temple can't! I'll teach all of you a lesson today!"
Fangzheng sneered. He stood up and came to the village entrance and pressed his palms together, "Amitabha. Patron, you are filled with bloodlust and have great amounts of negative karma. If you do not act with kindness, you might suffer the tribulations."
"F**k yourself. Don't tell me such useless shit! Compensate me for beating my brother. Ten thousand! I'll break your arm for every cent that's missing!" he added, "Brother Beard, it's this punk that messed up our plans!"
