The crowd seemed enlightened as the people quipped, "That's right. How can a monastery be distinguished by size? Efficacy depends on sincerity. Its only purpose is to consecrate Buddha. Why would its size matter?"
Then all of them looked at Zhiyun and Zhineng like they were retards!
Zhiyun and Zhineng could not stand the piercing gazes of everyone as they quickly ran away with their tails between their legs. However, while doing so, Zhiyun failed to steady the black plastic bag in his hand and dropped it, producing a resounding shattering sound of glass. Then, everyone caught a whiff of beer. Someone with sharp eyes immediately saw the broken glass from a beer bottle. "The two of you were even drinking!?"
Zhiyun quickly picked up the bag in fright as they dashed for the elevator. Zhiyun even shouted, "You saw wrong. It's not beer! It's medicinal oil."
"We didn't even say it was beer. Why are you so flustered?" cried a person.
