Poor Monks Never Chant Sutras

In Hanguang Temple, the young monk Xuan Guang spends his days hunting wild birds and having barbecues. He doesn't look like a monk at all. Master: Xuan Guang, hurry up and recite sutras. Xuan Guang: Master, I don't know how to recite sutras. After saying that, golden lotus sprouted from his feet, light shone from the back of his head, and he soared into the air. The old monk knelt down in fear, with tears filling his eyes: "My disciple has become a Buddha..." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.