"Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Standing in front of the big drum, the chubby guy spat into each of his hands, rubbed them together, picked up the drumsticks in front of him, and stared intently at the "Wealth" character on the big drum.

Xiao Feng frowned, his eyes showing an indescribable disdain.

People in line behind him saw the chubby guy's uncouth behavior and felt displeased, beginning to murmur among themselves.

The monk in charge of collecting money reminded him, "Patron, please be mindful of your behavior. Also, there are many people behind you. Please drum quickly."

To be honest, if it were someone offering a hundred, the monk wouldn't have said anything. But for someone giving only 30 yuan per hit, spitting on their hands, and dragging it out for so long, it was unacceptable.

"Got it!" the chubby guy replied impatiently.

After speaking, he grabbed the drumsticks with both hands, locking his eyes on the character "Wealth".

The next moment, he let out a loud shout, "I'm gonna get rich!"

Then he struck the drum with great force, as if making a grand effort.

"Boom!"

The loud sound made everyone in front frown, and the nearby monks' heads buzzed, their eardrums stinging.

But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was that the chubby guy inexplicably broke the drum, and even the stand holding the big drum toppled over.

"Boom!"

The sound of the drum and stand falling echoed.

This scene left everyone present, including Xiao Feng, dumbfounded, causing chaos in the room.

However, as the instigator of all this, the chubby guy clapped his hands with satisfaction and smiled, "No doubt about it, I'm gonna get rich this time!"

After speaking, he turned to leave.

The monk quickly put down the POS machine and payment code to block the chubby guy's path, "Patron, you can't leave!"

"Why can't I leave?" the chubby guy said bluntly, "I paid you, and besides, I didn't hit it more times than I was supposed to. What right do you have to stop me?"

Xiao Feng couldn't help but chuckle. This chubby guy was really something; his logic was flawless.

The monk was also taken aback, then countered, "But you hit it so hard you broke it. Shouldn't you compensate for that?"

"Extorting me, are you?" The chubby guy retorted unhappily, "You only mentioned a fee for drumming, not how hard we should hit it. If the drum broke, it's a quality issue. You wouldn't blame high heat for burning through a pan while cooking, would you?"

The crowd fell silent, knowing his reasoning was unreasonable, but since nothing prohibited it, they couldn't say he lacked logic.

The monk, clearly angry, said, "Patron, the Buddhist Sect is a place of peace. Your actions have not gone unnoticed by the Buddha."

Honestly, the monk was starting to suspect whether this chubby guy was sent by another temple to cause trouble, but finding evidence for something like that was tough, so he could only address the current issue and dismiss conspiracy theories.

"Say what you want, but I paid to drum, which is perfectly reasonable. If you're complaining that I hit too hard, why didn't you put that on the sign earlier?" The chubby guy retorted.

He said this while attempting to leave.

The monk swiftly stepped forward to grab him, "You can't leave!"

"Let go, or I'm calling the police."

With just a few words, the two began to tussle.

Amidst the scuffle, as everyone's attention was diverted, Xiao Feng noticed a person slipping from the crowd, gradually and casually sneaking toward the money box.

This made him wonder if this person was an accomplice of the chubby guy or just an opportunistic bystander with greedy intentions.

But regardless, Xiao Feng decided to step in.

Just as the person reached into the money box, grabbing a handful, Xiao Feng suddenly stepped forward and seized his wrist.

"Damn!"

The person caught red-handed instinctively swore, drawing everyone's attention over.

"Someone dared to steal money in broad daylight?"

Someone exclaimed, causing a ripple of fury, with everyone condemning the thief. Criticisms erupted, chaotic like a pot of boiling water that wouldn't stop bubbling.

The thief turned red with anger and glared malevolently at Xiao Feng, "You're asking for it!"

Suddenly, he pulled a spring knife from his waist and attempted to stab Xiao Feng in the abdomen.

Everyone froze, not expecting that the thief would dare to attack when caught in the act.

"Murder!"

Someone shrieked, and the crowd immediately scattered.

Though Xiao Feng hadn't been stabbed yet, in such a situation, an ordinary person wouldn't have reacted quickly enough and held a ninety-nine percent chance of being stabbed.

But unfortunately, Xiao Feng wasn't an ordinary person; he was in that rare one percent.

"Clang!"

The spring knife fell onto the bluestone ground, making a crisp sound.

At the same time, Xiao Feng kicked the thief, sending him flying with a sharp wail: "Ah!"

The scream halted the fleeing crowd.

Realizing the scene wasn't the bloodbath they imagined, everyone showed expressions of surprise.

After a while, as the monk who caught on came back to his senses, he grabbed the chubby guy by the collar, gritting his teeth, "Are you all in cahoots?"

"No, no... I don't even know him." The chubby guy responded in total confusion.

"Caught red-handed and still denying it?" the monk yelled, "Save that explanation for the police."

As he spoke, he signaled the arriving monks to call the police.

The chubby guy immediately panicked, pleading, "Don't call the police, I'll be honest, I'm actually a monk from Qingquan Temple."

Afterwards, as if afraid the monk wouldn't believe him, he swiftly pulled off his wig, revealing a shiny head, and lowered his head to show the monk scars on his scalp.

"We are, after all, from the same family. Can't we handle this internally?" the chubby guy begged with a pained expression.

The monk laughed angrily, "Just as I suspected, I knew you were from our line of work, and now you've confessed."

The pilgrims heard this exchange and were left speechless!

Everyone knew the intense rivalry between colleagues in the same field, but hearing temples were the same was hard to accept.

With his finger pointing at the thief on the ground, clutching his stomach and howling like a lobster, the monk questioned, "What about him? Is he also from your temple?"

"No, no, he's definitely not. I don't know him at all." The chubby guy shook his head emphatically.

"I'll have to consult with the Abbot about your issue, but for him..." the monk said to his fellow monks as they arrived, "It's police business."

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