149 A Hundred Ways To Lose One’s Manhood. (1/2)

Moonlight Village.

After a long cold and quiet night, the sun rose into the sky like usual, spreading its warm golden light in every crevice of the land.

Though it was still early in the morning, there was already a queue of people waiting for the Wandering Monk outside of the village's chief manor.

As almost all the villagers live off farming and hunting wild beasts in the surrounding, they were a handful of them that were injured or had some kinda sickness.

Knowing that Wandering Monk also known as the Divine Doctor had agreed to look at their injuries and sickness, they all woke up earlier than the usual and waited outside the village head's manor for him.

Because they didn't know how long the Wandering Monk was going to stay in the village, they all came at the same time because they didn't want to miss that chance.

Even the ones that weren't sick or injured came as well just so they could get a free check-up. Who knows! they might have some hidden injuries that they weren't even aware of.

However, even though many of them came here because they were truly sick and wanted to get rid of their illness, there were also some that came just to cause trouble.

”It's already past seven, why is that damn Monk still sleeping. I thought people like them usually wake early in the morning to meditate.” Complained a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man was among the small group of people who believed that the Wandering Monk was just a fraud and wasn't as miraculous as people portrayed him to be.

If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to expose the fake Monk, he would have never come here waiting for hours for that damn Monk.

Another male voice made an appearance: ”Hehe, Old Jiang it looks like we have really encountered a fraud. According to the Legend, all the Buddhist Sects and Monks have long disappeared during the great war that happened over two thousand years ago.”

”If that damn Monk thinks that he could cheat us from our money and food and get away with it. He's in for a big surprise because I'll beat the shit out of him.” Answered old Jiang while tightly holding a machete in his hand.

Unlike the other villagers, old Jiang used to be a mercenary. As such, he was more knowledgeable about how deceitful people can be. He was also the strongest warrior in the village.

”Old Jiang, I know that you doubt the power of the Wandering Monk. However, I'm gonna have to ask you to stop talking Ill about him because he's already waiting for you guys in the backyard and he can clearly you hear as well.” Said the village chief as he came out to greet those hundreds of people that were waiting outside.

”Village head you are too nice to people and because of that, you'll be taking advantage of. The powers of the monk might indeed have been fraught with lies. If I really do succeed in exposing his scam, that's also for the good of the village as well the rest poor people he's going to scam.” Old Jiang didn't even care if the Wandering Monk could hear. He wasn't afraid of him nor the village head.

”Old Jiang, I won't ask you a second time.” At this moment the village's head expression became solemn as he was looking at Old Jiang.

Seeing the serious expression on the village's Chief face, Old Jiang knew that village's head was mad and wasn't happy with him: ” Fine, fine. I'll stop.”

”Thank you, everyone, for your patience. I also want to assure everyone that the Wandering Monk isn't a fraud. He has already helped the people of the Black Sand Village and the village head of the Black Sand has vouched for his skills.” Explained the village chief to the villagers.

He could clearly tell that some of them already started to believe that the Wandering Monk was really a fraud after hearing the words of old Jiang.

Though old Jiang was a little rude and sometimes hotheaded, he was the most educated person in the village. He had traveled to many places and experienced many things, as such, his words have some weight in the village.

Nonetheless, after hearing the words of the Village's head, all their doubts have evaporated like water under an early summer sun.

”Alright, the Wandering Monk will see you guys one by one. Old Jiang, it seems like you are first in line, follow me.” Said the village Chief as he went back inside without giving old Jiang a second glance.

Upon hearing the village chief, old Jiang quickly followed him without saying a word. Even though he wasn't injured or sick, he still wanted to see that fake Monk and exposed him. He might be able to fool those ignorant villagers, but he won't be able to fool him.

Soon, both of them arrived at the backyard of the little manor where the Wandering Monk was waiting for them.

The Wandering Monk looked as holy as ever. His entire body was enveloped by a golden light that made him looked like as if he was Buddha himself.