Chapter 153: Chapter 149: What a Magnificent Defrocked Monk! Chapter 153: Chapter 149: What a Magnificent Defrocked Monk! Just as the situation became critical, a stout monk suddenly appeared from the crowd at the intersection, blinking an eye before he was in front of the little girl, holding her with one hand and supporting the runaway horse about to collide with him with the other.

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“This monk has great strength!”

“It’s as if a Heavenly God has descended!”

“Thank you, Mage, for saving my daughter’s life!”

No sooner had the crowd blinked than they saw the stout monk lift the runaway horse, truly a born Divine Power, immensely strong, startling and earning the thanks of the bystanders.

“What a bold monk!”

Li Ping’an, initially intent on murder, also noticed this stout monk and couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration, appreciating not only the monk’s intervention but also his robust appearance.

Only to see that the stout monk had a round face, large ears, a straight nose, and square mouth, with gray bristle on his cheeks, stood eight feet tall and ten feet around the waist, truly rough and unrestrained.

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After saving the person, the stout monk casually waved off the grateful folk and quickly walked this way.

After covering about twenty meters, Li Ping’an, Cen Fuda, and others were drawn to the stout monk’s imposing appearance, gazing intently.

First, look at his face—broad and chiseled with deep lines that reveal a firm and resolute demeanor.

Then, look at his eyebrows and beard—thick and long, with sharp eyes on a wide forehead, his gaze emitting a piercing sharpness.

Next, notice his nose—straight and with wide nostrils, giving an impression of authority and decisiveness.

Last, observe his figure—tall and broad, muscular, radiating strength.

Overall, he resembled a Heavenly Palace Divine General, Western Heaven Arhat, attracting the glances of people everywhere he went.

The only flaw was that the stout monk’s exposed torso showed a full body of tattoos, suggesting he might have been a Mountain King before becoming a monk.

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Li Ping’an and Cen Fuda watched as the stout monk, carrying a necklace of prayer beads and a sixty-two-pound water-polished refined iron Zen staff, with a backpack and Buddhist Blade on his back, wiped his sweat, and hastened here, kicking up dust, seemingly in a hurry and unwilling to speak with anyone.

“A monk with full body tattoos is surely worse than a fake monk at Buddha Bone Temple!”

Li Ping’an, after his admiration, showed a face full of disgust, largely because the monks of Chang’an City exploited Buddhist teachings for profit, all as corrupt as greedy officials. Li Ping’an found them utterly contemptible, and seeing another tattooed “society big brother” made him feel even more repulsed, prompting him to spit in the direction from which the stout monk had come.

“Worthless dog! What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and shield the Secretary’s son!”

Cen Fuda’s followers, initially stunned by the rescuing monk’s great strength and then by the stout monk’s impressive appearance, stood frozen in fear for a moment, forgetting to hold up the curtain until scolded by Cen Fuda, which snapped them back to reality.

“Help! Save me!”

“What are you screaming for? Who dares to mess with me in the capital city? Your screams are useless; you’d be better off saving your energy to please me, hahaha!”

Cen Fuda began to tear at the woman’s clothes again, but the shouting attracted the stout monk nearing them, his expression slightly changed.

“Big monk, are you blind? Don’t you see the Secretary is busy? Walk that way!”

Three ruffians with crossed arms and cocked heads berated the stout monk, insisting he should detour around them.

“You damn fool, what did you just say?”

The fat monk, towering high almost looked down upon the group before him.

The three hooligans instantly laughed, point their fingers and jabbing at the chest of the fat monk, then warned again:

“Baldy, are you blind or deaf? Didn’t you hear? This is Cen Ya…”

“Scoundrels and bastards, you bird creature, you dare insult me for no reason, damn your mother!”

The fat monk slapped the face of the offensive ruffian. It seemed a gentle strike, yet it instantly broke the ruffian’s nose and teeth, not to mention hurling him three meters away.

If any onlooker had seen the strength of the fat monk, they would have been scared away, but this group was a shameless bunch of hooligans, unafraid of entanglement and backed by Cen Fuda, thus they were fearless.

Seeing their companion hit, the other seven ruffians became enraged. They casually pulled out Wrist-Piercing daggers and stabbed at the fat monk’s vital spots.

“Foul and foolish creatures, truly ignorant of life and death!”

The impressive fat monk, without a word, handled the seven desperate ruffians single-handedly.

“This monk is quite interesting! I’ll give you a hand!”

Li Ping’an, seeing his reckless moves and his body adorned in embroidered robes despite being a monk, was originally very displeasing. However, seeing the monk actually teaching these ruffians a lesson, truly a hero, Li Ping’an, who was about to commit murder, immediately changed his mind. He looked around and found that both the people nearby and passersby were all watching the fat monk dealing with Cen Fuda and his group.

“Great opportunity! Object control!”

Li Ping’an used the Art of Object Control on the chopsticks in his hand, which immediately turned into a cold gleam, flying at great speed around the fat monk. The fat monk, swift in action and immensely strong, caused screams of agony wherever his hand landed.

Li Ping’an then controlled the chopsticks to sneak attack while the fat monk was hitting people. The unfortunate ruffians screamed only once, but they received two wounds simultaneously, one from the fat monk’s iron palm and one from the penetrating wound of the chopsticks controlled by Li Ping’an.

“Grandpa, spare our lives! Grandpa, please spare us!”

Within a few breaths, the dozen or so ruffians were both knocked down by the fat monk and Li Ping’an. None of them dared to make more trouble, lying on the ground in pain and fear, begging.

As the saying goes, the tough is feared, the reckless more so, but those who are fearless are most feared; today, these jackals met a tiger downhill and realized they were dealing with a tough nut hard to crack.

Li Ping’an’s tactics, though concealed from others, were immediately noticed by the fat monk, who, turning his head, addressed Li Ping’an:

“Young man, since you intended to help, why so hesitant and not straightforward? That’s not the mark of a true hero!”

Li Ping’an hadn’t expected the monk to see through his tactics. Startled at first and even more so upon hearing his remarks, he found the fat monk quite magnanimous and likable, thus he replied with a smile:

“Mage, you misunderstand, I’m a Taoist Cultivator and it’s not fitting for me to get involved in worldly matters.”

The fat monk nodded and laughed:

“Can’t blame you then, I was too harsh! Hahaha!”

“Who the hell are you!”

Hearing the sounds of his men being beaten and their screams, Cen Fuda instantly lost interest. He grabbed the beautiful woman by the hair, controlling her, and pressed down the curtain held up by his idle followers. Seeing that it was the fat monk causing trouble, he cursed again:

“Where did this baldy come from, daring to ruin my fun? Get lost!”