479 Striking Bells

In the yard, a bald monk sat on a stool. He carried a broken metallic basin and held a spoon in his hand. As for what he was doing with it, he was striking it! And every knock was accompanied by a chant of 'Amitabha'.

At that instant, Sun Pu felt like charging at the bastard to bite him to death. Amitabha, you motherf*cker! Couldn't he let them sleep in peace?

Before Sun Pu could shout at Fangzheng, someone else already started cursing. "What the f*ck! Snoring in the middle of the night, and striking metal basins in the morning. What kind of demon are you!? Can't you let us sleep? Where are your basic morals?"

"Darn Bald Donkey, stop striking! I've put up with you long enough!"

"F**k. My ears are about to explode!"

"F**k! I want to kill someone!"

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These people were terrifying when they shouted. However Fangzheng remained unperturbed. He continued striking the metallic basin and seriously and piously chanted the scriptures.