The sweeping monk, holding his broom, shook his head with a cold expression. "Buddhist teachings are based on compassion. To pass my challenge, you must lay down your weapons and attain instant enlightenment. Then, leave Bada Lane obediently. Otherwise, don't even think about getting past me..."
When Zhao Rong saw that the sweeping monk wouldn't let him pass, he said bluntly, "Since you won't let us through, don't blame us for being rude."
The sweeping monk scoffed, "As long as I'm here guarding this pass with my broom, not even a fly will get through."
Although the monk boasted of his prowess, Zhao Rong was unimpressed and walked toward him.
When the assistant and the three women saw Zhao Rong walking boldly toward the monk, they were terrified and quickly warned him, "Zhao Rong, be careful of that broom! When he sweeps up dust, you have to dodge it. If you get caught in it, you'll immediately suffocate and feel like you're dying..."
