This time, the Little Beggar had learned his lesson. After hurrying out of the mountain gate of Jincan Temple with his firewood chopper and ropes, he did not look back once.
He believed everything the Little Monk had told him was true. The Abbot had deliberately placed that jar of fine wine by the water vat to tempt him; the moment he gave in and stole a drink, his punishment would surely follow.
Leather whip aside, even with bare hands, the Abbot could send him off to the Western Paradise anytime without breaking a sweat. He thought of the hoe in the garden that had flown so far away, and the countless shattered wine jars in the wine cellar. If the Abbot were not possessing superhuman strength, how could he have ever pulled that off?
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