The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism
chapter-1460-30041322

"Amitabha. Patron, don't be angry. This is a form of performance art." The old monk smiled kindly at him.

Upon hearing this, all the burly man's anger erupted as he cursed, "F*ck your performance art! I'll beat you to death!"

He ended up seeing countless pairs of shoes flying towards him and hitting him. He immediately ran away while hugging his head.

When the rain of shoes passed, he looked up and said angrily, "Who was it?"

In the end, the audience said in unison, "Me!"

Then, someone shouted, "Brothers and sisters, show him what's real art!"

Hence, a group of people swarmed forward!

The burly man and the other two assistants were swallowed up by the crowd as they screamed in agony.

A few minutes later, two policemen rushed over. "What are you doing? Stop!"

When they saw the police arrive, everyone stopped. A particular indecent monk in the crowd looked up at the police. Master Liu, who was pinned beneath him, said angrily, "Police! He hit me!"

"Put down your weapon!"

Fangzheng looked at the shoe in his hand and tersely acknowledged before dropping it…

Smack!

The sole of the shoe landed on Master Liu's face. Just hearing that sound made everyone's face hurt…

Then, the indecent monk said with an embarrassed look, "Sorry, inertia… I raised it high and subconsciously dropped it. I never expected it to hit you again."

The police and audience were speechless.

Master Liu shouted with a look of grief and indignation, "Police! Are you going to do something about their assault?"

Fangzheng got up and wore his shoes. Then, he took out another shoe from Master Liu's hand. It was the first shoe that flew over to hit Master Liu. Then, he put it on and stomped in front of Master Liu to show his shoes…

Master Liu said angrily, "It's really you! F**k your performance art! I'll fight it out with you!"

Master Liu came to a realization as he felt his anger rise. He got up and jumped up to beat Fangzheng!

Fangzheng also jumped up and happened to stand on the table. Master Liu wasn't tall to begin with. Although he jumped up, he didn't reach a high height. The punch landed on Fangzheng's knee. His knee was much harder than his fist. Furthermore, he had thrown a punch with all his might, and exceeded his limits due to his anger. As such, the tiny and brittle bones in his old arms and legs…

Ka-cha!

Ouch…

Master Liu held his distorted arm and shouted, "My arm… Police… Arrest this fellow. He's hitting me!"

The policemen were rendered speechless when they saw this scene. They then looked at the old monk who appeared equally speechless and innocent.

The old monk pressed his palms together and said, "Amitabha. Patrons, This Penniless Monk did not retaliate. However, this patron jumped up and hit This Penniless Monk's kneecaps. Is this considered assault?"

Pfft!

When people heard this, they could not help but laugh.

"Haha… This Master, haha… He's too short. He jumped up and hit his kneecaps. This is f**king… Haha…"

"As expected of a master. This technique of jumping up to hit kneecaps is indeed impressive!"

"Amazing, amazing. This move feels like art, haha…"

Master Liu cried from the pain. When he heard people mocking him, his face turned as red as a monkey's butt as he shouted, "Police, quickly arrest them!"

At this moment, a rough voice sounded, "Stop!"

"What do you mean stop? Can't you see that my arm has dislocated? Police, arrest him!" Master Liu shouted.

"Who told you that they're the police? They're our security guards!" The rough voice sounded.

Master Liu was stunned. Security guards? He took a closer look and realized that these people were indeed wearing the clothes of security guards. It resembled the Chinese police uniform, but this was not China, so they were indeed not policemen!

Following that, the crowd dispersed and a few people walked over with large strides. The person in the lead was a young Chinese man. He wore a well-ironed suit and held a cell phone in his hand. His face was filled with anxiety and anger. Behind him was Wang Daochun and a few other traditional calligraphers.

Upon seeing this person, Fangzheng subconsciously pricked up his brows. He found this person rather familiar! On careful thought, he nearly laughed out loud. He was indeed someone he knew! Furthermore, it was someone he was very familiar with!

With this in mind, Fangzheng got off the table and took a few steps back. The audience was very supportive. They knew that the monk had taken the lead in causing trouble and were afraid that he would be caught, so they went forward to block Fangzheng.

The person did not look at them. Instead, he stared at Master Liu angrily and asked, "Liu Kan, what's going on?"

Liu Kan said with a sobbing tone, "Mr. Jing, it's not my fault. I was performing my calligraphy, but someone came to cause trouble!"

"Cause trouble? But why did I hear from Mr. Wang that the few people you brought here are making this a circus?" Mr. Jing said angrily.

Master Liu shook his head and said, "We are performing arts, so how can we be labeled as a circus? This is an insult to us! Mr. Jing, your people invited us here. We naturally have to bring out our best for a performance."

"Your best? Using a brush and dragging it out several meters?" Wang Daochun sneered.

"Wang Daochun, you don't understand my art. You have no right to judge it!" The man who wrote a line with a brush shouted.

Just as Wang Daochun was about to say something when Mr. Jing waved his hand and said, "Enough! Stop shouting! I invited all of you here to promote Chinese culture overseas. I'm not asking you to fight among yourselves! I know that one side represents some ancient traditional heritage while the other side is thinking of new ways to attract attention. However, my goal is very clear. I spent money, so you have to give me something good! It's not to come all the way here to embarrass yourself!"

When they heard this, Wang Daochun, Liu Kan, and the others stopped talking and frowned.

Wang Daochun was even angrier…

Fangzheng frowned when he saw this. Others might not know him, but he did. This was because he had nearly been beaten up by him. He was a member of the Jing family, Jing Yan's cousin, Jing Yulong.

At that moment, Jing Yulong didn't seem eager to comment on who was right or wrong. He only wanted to end this matter and continue his calligraphy exhibition. However, Fangzheng knew very well that he couldn't allow this matter to continue. If it was to be continued, he had to kick Liu Kan and the other fake masters away. If not, he wouldn't be promoting Chinese culture but embarrassing it!

However, no one present could repress Jing Yulong's aura. He remained as domineering as he was back then and did not wish to listen to anyone.

Jing Yulong said, "Everyone, let's end today's matter here. I don't wish to hear anyone accuse of the other party not being art. Similarly, I wish for you to bring out something real for the sake of the Chinese!"

When Wang Daochun heard that, he clenched his teeth and said, "Mr. Jing, if that's the case, I don't think we can cooperate. I can't allow myself to share the space under the same eaves as a bunch of cheats. Goodbye!"