Everyone else transmigrates and meets an old man who serves as their golden finger. Why did I end up with a monk instead? This is so unfair!
Fahai: I spent my whole life cultivating Buddhism, only to find that it was all an illusion. Sigh.
Zhao Sanjin: What does that have to do with me
Fahai: If I am reborn, I will still meditate and pursue enlightenment. I won't regret it, even in death!
Zhao Sanjin: What does that have to do with me?
Fahai: Alas, I couldn't find a suitable successor before I passed away. How tragic and lamentable.
Zhao Sanjin: Hey, monk, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Listen to me, will you? Hey!
Fahai: So be it. I'll let all my cultivation dissipate. I have no regrets!
Zhao Sanjin: Hey, monk, if you're going to let your cultivation dissipate, fine, but why are you touching my head?
Zhao Sanjin: Why is my head so hot? My back is burning too!
A while later...
Zhao Sanjin: Fahai, you bastard! You set me up!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
