Fahai, Give Me Back My Man!

Fahai, who had fled into the distance, suddenly stopped and turned to look back at Suzhou-Hangzhou, the corners of his mouth curling slightly:

"Amitabha!"

"In the end, this humble monk was still one step ahead!"

After sighing with emotion, he hurried back to Jinshan Temple without stopping. At that moment, two monks from the temple were waiting at the gate.

When they saw their abbot return, the two stepped forward, pressed their palms together, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Abbot, the savory tofu pudding you asked for is ready!"

"Savory?"

"Yes!"

"Good, good. You were thoughtful."

Upon hearing this, Fahai nodded slightly, then leaned on his Buddhist staff and strode through the mountain gate.

As he neared the dining hall, a burst of commotion rang out. Several monks were trying to persuade a man in a green robe.

"Benefactor Xu!"

"You can't leave! The abbot ordered us to bring you back. Without his permission, how could we dare let you go?"

A thin monk pressed his palms together and earnestly tried to persuade the furious Xu Xian.

"Oh, really?"

"You monks actually tied me up and brought me here while I was asleep. Is there any law left? Any justice?"

"What, just because you're monks, you can do whatever you want? Be careful, or I'll join the Daoist sect! I'll fight you to the death!"

Xu Xian pointed at the monks and berated them sharply. His anger was not without reason.

He had gone to bed beside his soft, fragrant wife, only to wake up surrounded by a group of bald men...

One thought led to heaven, and the next to hell!

Fahai stood outside the dining hall and silently recited a Buddhist invocation. It seemed Benefactor Xu had fallen into an obsession.

As a virtuous and highly respected monk, he