Li Xiaoqiang said, staring at the Jidian Monk on the street, "Monk, if you don't mind, come over to my place for a drink."
After Li Xiaoqiang said this, the monk looked over at him. He sized up Li Xiaoqiang, clasped his hands together, and said, "Since the benefactor wants this poor monk to drink, how dare this poor monk refuse."
Saying that, the monk leapt into the air and landed beside Li Xiaoqiang's table, unceremoniously sitting down on a stool.
At this moment, everyone in the tavern was staring at Li Xiaoqiang and the others in astonishment.
This Jidian Monk, in the recent times, had become famous in the small town. He didn't even spare teenage girls. This monk was truly worse than a beast.
When the monk sat down, Li Xiaoqiang quickly poured him a bowl of wine and asked, "Monk, how should I address you? Should I call you Master or something else?"
Jidian Monk laughed and said, "I'd prefer others to just call me Monk."
