514 [Sangji: "I'm tired, let it all burn!"]

Hearing that, the scripture-reading monk could not help rolling his eyes. Children really did have stubborn mouths!

He had long heard that Sangji had always brooded over Solang becoming an Outstanding Disciple. The monks of Bufa Temple, great and small, had more or less heard about it too.

Some people naturally held tremendous goodwill toward little Sangji, whose Buddha-light seemed about to spill out from his very bones. And after learning the exact process of the selection ceremony, some even secretly felt that certain people had exploited a loophole and won through brute force, which they disliked immensely.

As a result, after the ceremony ended, that same group immediately changed their tune, saying Solang possessed a tenacious character and was fated with Buddha. He was truly a rare Outstanding Disciple, worthy of being called the strongest of all generations.

There was no helping it. Those who had received the honorary title in the past, though already adults, had all hated tedious ceremonies. At most, they had kowtowed a dozen or so times and blessed a dozen or so people. Compared with a devout six-year-old child, the difference was simply heaven and earth.

And Sangji immediately became a tragedy. A group of people had egged him on, jumping up and down with him, only stopping short of saying right in front of the Seat Master that Solang was unworthy. Luckily, he was a child. If it had been an adult, he might well have been done for.

Now that the wind had shifted, the people praising him and the people opposing him were all the same group. No one could accept that all at once. So the words he spoke now sounded, no matter how one listened, like quibbling—stubborn-mouthed, convinced in his heart but not in his words.

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