When other people travel through time, they always meet an old man who acts as a golden finger. Why do I end up being a monk when I come here? It's so unreasonable!
Fahai: A poor monk cultivated Buddhism all his life, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a mirror image. Hey
Zhao Sanjin: Does it have anything to do with me~~~~
Fa Hai: If there is an afterlife, the poor monk will still meditate and understand the Tao, and he will not regret it until his death!
Zhao Sanjin: Does it have anything to do with me? ~~~~
Fahai: It is a pity that a suitable successor could not be found before the poor monk passed away. It is really sad.
Zhao Sanjin: Hey, monk, you did it on purpose! It's time to listen to what people are saying, hello!
Fahai: Forget it, all this cultivation will be gone, and I have no regrets!
Zhao Sanjin: Hey, monk, your casual cultivation level is just your casual cultivation level. Why are you touching my head?
Zhao Sanjin: Why is my head so hot and my back so hot too!
After a while. . .
Zhao Sanjin: Fahai, you are a bastard, you are plotting against me!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
