Second Brother and Third Brother exchanged bitter looks before nodding. They couldn't for the life of them figure out when they hadn't behaved themselves.
On the way down the mountain, Third Brother couldn't hold back his curiosity as he pulled Song Xianhe to the side and whispered. "Brother, I don't understand. He's only a monk. Why do we need to be so polite with him? If he continues his crap, can't we just hold a knife to his neck? Would he dare say no then?"
Song Xianhe immediately glared at him and said sternly, "Brother, if you have some thoughts, keep them to yourself and don't say them out loud. I naturally know what to do. This monk isn't a simple person. Unless absolutely necessary, watch your hands!"
Third Brother curled his lips and thought nothing of it. "That monk is as thin as a monkey. How 'not simple' can he be? Just this fist of mine can kill an ox!"
Just as Third Brother said that, his eyes froze.
