Fangzheng listened carefully. This time, it was different. "F**k, why is the sun so hot? The clothes are thick. Next time, I'll get a silk-lined Eight Trigrams robe. Otherwise, I'll die of heat stroke sooner or later… Sigh, he gave me so much money. I'll have to act it out well. I'll dance for another ten more minutes…"
Fangzheng was rendered completely speechless as he thought to himself, "This Daoist priest's skills aren't very good, but his ability to lampoon is truly impressive! For a person to be able to grumble for half an hour without repeating it, this ability isn't something an ordinary person can do."
The Daoist priest muttered and cursed as he finished his Seven Stars Steps. He brandished his peach wood sword as though he had struck something. Then, he acted as though he had finished the fight!
The Daoist priest said, "I've already killed that evil spirit. Patron, you can rest assured."
