"Cough, cough, cough!!!"
"World Honored One! The price for this is far too high."
"No matter! This is the best choice."
"Indeed! He has the human race's Qi Luck gathered upon his person. Other than killing him, this is the best method."
"Buddha Mother Zhunti's method is truly formidable."
"Cough, cough!!! The human race's Qi Luck backlash is even more formidable."
"True! With the Buddhas of the Three Times joining forces to cast the spell, even so, the backlash is still this severe."
"Yet it is worth it. If we successfully convert him, all problems can be resolved."
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This poor monk is Fa Ming!
I grew up in the Shaolin Temple since I was a child.
Today is already the thirtieth year, and I am already thirty-five years old.
At this age, ordinary mortals probably would have already held grandchildren in their arms.
None of these are what this little monk pursues.
This little monk now has only the Buddha in his heart!
However...
I still hold a trace of regret in my heart.
Originally, I was first in martial arts among my peers in the temple, but unfortunately, after learning the Skanda Palm, I stagnated.
Forget it!
Last year, the elder who guarded the Scripture Library passed away, and the abbot handed the Scripture Library over to me to manage.
Alas--
How vexing!
The tasks on my body have increased once more, causing the time I have to copy Buddhist scriptures to decrease yet again.
A grave sin!!
As a man of the Buddhist door, how could I be so impetuous?
No!
I must copy a scroll of scripture to purify my mind.
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The abbot has passed away, and the one succeeding him as abbot is Fa Ming, who previously snatched the position of Arhat Hall head