Donor, Don't Leave, We Are Destined

I was an ordinary little monk, but one day a bald monk came to our village and told me that I was related to Buddhism. Come on, who is related to Buddhism? How could that handsome man with such an ugly bald head and a handsome man like me, who was loved by everyone in the village and even the rhubarb at the village gate would fall down when he saw me, could enter Buddhism? My parents definitely don't agree with it, but when the big bald man took out ten shining gold nuggets, emmmmmmm, okay, Buddhism only has Yuan people, I hope such a master will not lead me astray. . . . . . "Donor, just tell me that our Buddhist family only saves Yuan people. I can tell by your face that we are destined. I will save whoever you tell me to save." Hehehehe, Jiang Xiaojian looked at the thousand-year-old ginseng slowly filling the box, wiped his saliva, and said solemnly. This is how the inspiring and passionate story of a young monk begins. . . . . . . . . . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.