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2018-06-29 Joined India
"Thank you… Thank you, Big Brother This Penniless Monk." The girl was still choking with sobs. Yet she was smiling and this unexpected act broke Fangzheng's heart! He was an orphan. Although no one in the village bullied him, he was often bullied in school. Years ago Zen Master One Finger had given him a tiny wooden amulet. It had been snatched by a classmate who mocked him. In the end, he beat up his classmate, sending him to the hospital. He knew the agony of having a treasured belonging taken from him for no good reason…
Urban · A Golden Millet Dream
Back then, Zen Master One Finger would look in the direction of Baiyun Monastery as he murmured, silently helping in the blessings every year. Fangzheng said with a smile, "Old Dad One Finger, you never had a chance to attend it. I have been invited this time. You should be happy, right? Heh heh."
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ch 129 Death Message
Urban · A Golden Millet Dream
Upon seeing these two playful animals, Fangzheng's lonely heart finally melted. He heaved a long sigh of relief and thought to himself, "I don't consider myself that lonely. At least there are two others accompanying me over the new year this time. If I make a head count, there's actually one more this year. Heh heh."
Urban · A Golden Millet Dream
"Heh heh, your bets might be on me, but I wouldn't bet on myself. Do you want me to seek others for a competition again? Forget it, it's too troublesome! Let it be, I'll let nature take its course." Fangzheng shook his head and was too lazy to think about it.
Urban · A Golden Millet Dream
However, Wu Ming believed that everything depended on money. With money, a monastery could be bigger. Once the promotions were made, the Dharma insights would not be a problem. He would be able to transform himself into a master and leave his name behind in history!
Urban · A Golden Millet Dream
Wu Ming could not bear listening to anything else Zen Master Hongyan had left to say. He felt his face burning hot. He was feeling embarrassed, but he was also furious!! He was the youngest disciple of the generation with the Dharma name 'Wu' to enter Hongyan Monastery. If he did well, he could very likely take over Hongyan Monastery after Zen Master Hongyan stepped down! What was Hongyan Monastery? Although it was a tiny monastery, the amount of incense money it received, the subsidies given by the government, and various donations etc. was something that would turn Wu Ming's eyes red when he thought about it!
Urban · A Golden Millet Dream
"You are overthinking things. Hand out your congee and don't let your thoughts run wild."
Urban · A Golden Millet Dream
At that moment, Fangzheng heard voices from afar. Following that, a group of people appeared. When Fangzheng saw this, he took a deep breath and repressed the excitement in him. He held his palms together and whispered, "Old Dad One Finger, your wish has been fulfilled. However, this is only the beginning. In the future, I will definitely run a real and massive Dharma Assembly of Bathing the Buddha! I'll let you be able to lift your head up proudly!"
Urban · A Golden Millet Dream
Lone Wolf who was beside him had seen Fangzheng mumble to himself all this while, and then he abruptly fell to the ground. So Lone Wolf cocked his head and looked puzzled. He then pulled Fangzheng to the bed before lying by his side and watching Fangzheng worriedly.
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When he thought of that, Fangzheng asked, "System, I'm still a young lad, and I'm full of pubescent energy. If I can't control myself, can I hire someone to help me clean the pipes?"
Urban · A Golden Millet Dream
"You…" Fangzheng cursed inwardly, "Fuck you!" before he obediently went down the spring to fetch water. Thankfully, Fangzheng was strong and well-versed in martial arts. Every day he ate Crystal Rice mixed with ordinary rice; it strengthened his muscles and meridians like in fantasy novels. His body was becoming stronger.
Urban · A Golden Millet Dream
As for going up the mountain to pay their respects to Buddha, that was only limited to the nostalgic elders. Then the monk, One Finger, passed away. Those elders stopped having such thoughts, and never went up again.
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ch 277 A talent
Eastern · Xin Feng
ch 202 Let's play a game
Eastern · Xin Feng
ch 197 Honorable mission of the Eight-Winged Spiritual Ark
Eastern · Xin Feng
ch 197 Honorable mission of the Eight-Winged Spiritual Ark
Eastern · Xin Feng
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Fangzheng understood that he was far from having an innocent heart that was as clear as a mirror. He had too many other thoughts on his mind…
The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism
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