When Yuan Hehe heard this, he could not help but be surprised. He then looked at Sikong Wuyuan with a sullen expression.
"Sikong Wuyuan, you were really fooled by him."
"He's not lying. Otherwise, you can test him," Sikong Wuyuan said helplessly.
He did not want to believe it either, but he had no choice but to believe it. After all, the monk was too sincere.
Jiang Ming took out a pill from his pocket. "Let me test him. He must be telling the truth."
The monk felt like they were going to stuff pills into his mouth. He shook his head frantically. "No! I'm telling the truth. Don't be like this."
At the end of his sentence, he started crying again.
"How can you bully a monk? I haven't done anything bad. I haven't even stepped on an ant."
"Stop crying," Yuan Hehe said. "Why are you acting like a baby?"
The monk started to cry again.