This Monk Is Bad

In the Great Buddha Hall, before the Buddha, the abbot gazed at the stars late into the night, then struck the wooden fish a thousand times. Feeling terribly bored, he pulled a book called A Collection of Folk Tales from beneath his meditation cushion and read it carefully. The stories were absolutely marvelous, and the abbot was delighted. "Good! Good! If monks aren't allowed to fall in love, neither are you demons." The abbot tucked the book away with satisfaction and started back to his meditation room to rest. But his leg had gone numb, and he stumbled, cracking his head on the wooden fish. He died and entered Nirvana. When he came to, what? I am Fahai? I am a wealthy landowner? I am the Queen Mother? ... As I said, monks can't fall in love, and neither can you! But why? Why is everything going in an entirely unpredictable direction... Xu Xian: Master Fahai, you really are my own dear dad! Zhinü: Queen Mother, you really are my own dear mom! Liang Shanbo: Brother Zicai, you really are my second parents! The abbot was so frustrated he nearly gave himself internal injuries. He wanted to throw his head back and roar: I want to be a wicked monk!!! Publication notice: I got word that this story will be published on Friday. I hope you'll show your support. The 10,000-character update costs only about as much as two Oreos. The 9:00 update is the early-access chapter; the real update comes at 9:30. P.S. I got permission from the wonderful @Lu He HE on Weibo to use the cover image. Thank you~ Theme: