I Chanted Sutras a Hundred Thousand Times: One Palm Shattered the Buddha’s Head, Then I Descended the Mountain!

Liaonian had no name. The Great Elder had found him as a child and brought him up to the mountain.

The elder said the boy possessed wisdom from a past life and wanted him to inherit the position of abbot.

But as it turned out, the boy was actually a transmigrator.

The System required him to recite a hundred thousand Buddhist scriptures, or he would be killed if he went down the mountain!

At last, one day...

The Buddha statue in the main hall had its head smashed to pieces.

Liaonian descended the mountain.

Below, famine ravaged the land, and starving refugees and corpses covered the hills.

"Monk, how many people can you save?"

"Ten thousand!"

The emperor laughed. "Join me, and we'll save a hundred million!"

From then on, the world had a monk general.

P.S. I'm no good at writing blurbs. Read the story.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.