This time he calmed down, sat in the temple and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

He just felt that his impetuous heart had become different.

An extremely majestic man appeared, but the old monk ignored him.

The man slapped him on the head and said, "If you understand the benefits of reciting sutras, you won't have to actually recite them for five hundred years. Who will guard the purple bamboo forest for me for another five hundred years?"

"Can't a gold hoop work?" the old monk asked.

"He's so stupid." The man laughed, "Is that man strong?"

"Strong, but not as good as our ancestors." The old monk said truthfully.

"If he finds that thing, I won't even be worthy of carrying someone's shoes." The man cursed and said, "You are lucky, I have been a great guardian of the mountain for so many years.

That monkey has become a fucking Buddha! You kid, read the Buddhist scriptures carefully. Even if you are not as good as that monkey, you must be better than me."

The old monk lowered his head and said nothing.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry." The man said immediately.

"But being able to form a bond with him means that you, the boy, are blessed."

The old monk looked at the man helplessly.

"Then shall I go back with you?"

"Well, he's not him yet, wait until he is him! Your boy Fuyuan will come."
Chapter completed!