I don't really believe in Buddha, but I'm a monk. I don't like reading sutras, but I can chant Amitabha. I can reason with people too, but my fellow Buddhists taught me through their actions: if you can settle it with your fists, don't waste your breath. Don't worry, I don't kill living things. I'm just saving all living beings. You all say I'm an improper monk, but I'm a good one :) And today, this good monk is still lost on the way home.
Setting: A crossover of wuxia stories. The protagonist is a native of the Pili world. Fellow Daoists know what the Buddhist sect is like in Pili, right? :) As for when I'll start posting... check the story next door. I'll start when that one is finished~
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