A Strong Monk

"You want to become a priestess?" The monk was stunned when he heard Jiang Fengmian's words. But then his eyes glistened, and a smile appeared on his lips!

"Great!" he exclaimed. "We were short on manpower already. No one from this damnable kingdom wants to join us, and the people from the headquarters are not keen on sending people to our branch due to this place’s backwater location at the outskirts of the continent."

"I could easily use a beautiful angel like you to raise the status of our temple once more," he snickered. "I might not be the cleanest or easiest to deal with," he began, "but I can swear that as long as you work here, no one will dare to lay their hands on you!"

"This is a poor temple though, all we can offer is food and shelter. There is no salary; we are monks and priests, after all. We are not permitted to be tempted by worldly objects and material wealth."