"No, no, no, I wouldn't dare."
The young man quickly waved his hand.
"Hey young man, don't be afraid. The master dares to come out and perform, so he must have some skills. Just listen to the master."
"That's right, that's right, just listen to the master."
Many people egged him on, urging the young man to pick up a knife.
The young man, however, refused to comply and remained silent.
The old monk looked around for people, but seeing that no one was willing to step forward, he sighed and said, "Since none of you are willing, then this humble monk will have to do it myself. If you find it interesting or enjoyable, please consider making a donation."
As he spoke, the old monk picked up a knife and began to cut his own head and face.
Ding ding ding...
The blade fell, but it made a clanging sound like fine metal striking metal.
This scene left everyone speechless with astonishment.
But they all subconsciously thought that this might be a smokescreen, as long as it looked good, that was all that mattered.
In an instant, many people voluntarily took out some money and put it into the cardboard box that the old monk had placed on the ground.
The old monk beamed with joy and chopped even more vigorously.
As the saying goes, the layman watches the spectacle, while the expert sees the details.
Ye Qiu could tell at a glance that the old monk's skill was extremely profound, reaching the level of a grandmaster.
It was quite unbelievable to Ye Qiu that a grandmaster would be performing on the streets to earn a meager living.
Let alone a grandmaster-level super expert, even a great martial artist can easily get money.
There was no doubt that the old monk had piqued Ye Qiu's interest.
Ye Qiu pushed through the crowd and came to the old monk.
The old monk raised his eyes, glanced at Ye Qiu, and his gaze involuntarily sharpened slightly.
He sensed a sense of pressure emanating from Ye Qiu.
But soon, the old monk calmed down: "Benefactor, do you want to test the knife yourself?"
"One million per cut, dare to take it?"
Ye Qiu asked with a smile.
Wow.
These words shocked the entire audience.
One knife for a million? Is this for real?
The old monk was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled and waved his hand: "This humble monk doesn't need that much money, I'm just short a few tens of thousands."
"Then let's cut it for 30,000," Ye Qiu said with a smile.
He wanted to figure out why this grandmaster-level Buddhist expert would set aside his status to earn this kind of money.
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