Chapter 4188: The Little Monk and the Beggar

"Kid, to what extent have you transformed? Did you use your full power just now?!"

The voice of the star chart appeared in Xiao Fan's ear.

"Hehe… guess." Xiao Fan smiled.

"I don't know, just tell me directly, don't dawdle…"

"Heh… I'm not telling you." Xiao Fan sneered and shook his head.

"You, you, you… you won't even tell me!" The star chart said indignantly: "Watch out, I'm ignoring you now!"

"Ignoring me? Do you think I'm afraid of you? Perfect, if you don't speak, my ears will be at peace!" Xiao Fan said indifferently.

As expected.

This sentence from Xiao Fan successfully made the star chart shut up in anger.

Xiao Fan ignored the star chart; he left the Dream of Heaven and Sea and arrived in the outside world.

"Sigh… let's go see that kid." Xiao Fan's figure disappeared.

Two days later…

In the mortal realm, in a certain city, on a luxurious street.

"Kind sir, please give this little monk some food, will you? I beg of you…"

A little monk was begging pitifully, dressed in rags, though one could see that the little monk's appearance was quite good, with very delicate features.

"Get lost, get lost… where did this little monk come from? You have absolutely no tact; if you don't leave now, watch out, I'll kill you!" A man wearing silk robes cursed irritably.

The little monk shook his head helplessly and could only turn around and leave in disappointment.

"Sigh… when will these days ever end!" The little monk lay down beside a little beggar and sighed.

"End? Just die then." The little beggar curled his lip.

"Die? Sigh… death isn't the end either; after death, you have to do it all over again. Sigh… how unlucky." The little monk shook his head helplessly.

"Brother, what kind of nonsense are you spouting?!" The little beggar was stunned, looking at the little monk with a cute, blank expression: "Are you starving stupid? Have you become a silly monk?"

"Hehe… I'm not stupid. Little beggar, you'd better beg properly; otherwise, you'll still be a beggar in your next life." The little monk sneered.

The little beggar was stunned for a moment, then picked up his dog-beating stick and brought it down on the little monk's head.

"Whack!" "Whack!"…

"Ah… beggar, why are you hitting me?!" The little monk was furious, glaring viciously at the little beggar.

"Hitting you? It's a mercy I didn't beat you to death. You actually cursed me just now, saying I'd still be a beggar in your next life. You, you, you… don't you deserve to die for that?!" The little beggar said viciously.

"I was just telling the truth, is it really that serious?!" The little monk gritted his teeth and said viciously: "In your next, next, next life, you'll still be a beggar!!"

"Asking for a beating!!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Whack!"…

For beggars, what they hated most was being called beggars.

And to be a beggar for all eternity—that was undoubtedly the cruelest curse for a beggar.

Who would want to be a beggar?!

These beggars even wished that one day, they would hurry up and die, to end their cruel lives.

And yet, this little monk was abominable!!

"You, you, you… damn beggar, I'll fight you to the death!" The little monk gritted his teeth and began a fierce battle with the beggar.

You have to say, the little monk's strength wasn't bad; his martial arts skills were quite strong, and in a few moves, he knocked the little beggar down.

"Just you wait!" The little beggar said viciously, leaving behind a harsh threat before turning and walking away.

The little monk was triumphant: "Hmph, hmph, hmph… let me wait? Wait for my ass!"

After saying this, the little monk turned to run; after all, offending the Beggar Sect was no joke.

But the little monk was wrong; he had underestimated the strength of the Beggar Sect.

As long as he was in this city, no matter where he went, it was the territory of the Beggar Sect.

Soon, hundreds of beggars surrounded the little monk…

After a round of punches and kicks, the little monk was bruised and swollen, and was forced to recite the Great Compassion Mantra for three days and three nights before the beggars finally let him go.

"My… my Buddha, when will these bitter days ever end…"

The little monk staggered away, feeling that life was worse than death; he wasn't in the mortal realm, but in Hell.