Shuangyang Mountain.
The plaque of the Gathering Hall hung high above, glittering with Golden Light under the sun.
Inside the Great Hall.
Two monks sat there.
One of them, a White Robed Monk, had clear brows and handsome eyes. He looked about sixteen or seventeen, his face fair, but the most eye-catching thing was the scarlet marks on the crown of his head—twelve in total.
Anyone with even a certain understanding of Buddhism knew what Twelve Scarlet Marks represented.
Twelve Scarlet Marks were also known as the Bodhisattva Precepts.
In Buddhism, this was a symbol of status.
Beside this young monk, the other man had a round face, large ears, and a burly build, looking every bit as broad-backed and bear-waisted as a tiger and a bear.
From his open lapels, thick body hair was exposed.
"Junior Brother, want some wine?" the Burly Monk said.
"Senior Brother, you've broken the precepts!" the young monk said with a smile, shaking his head.
"Eh! Haven't you heard the saying, Junior Brother? Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart. If there is Buddha in the heart, then everywhere is Buddha!" After saying this, he picked up the wine jar and immediately drank heartily, the wine running down his cheeks and falling onto his open chest.
But when the White-Robed Young Monk saw this scene, he showed not the slightest anger. Instead, a faint smile appeared on his face.
The man before him was not his kin, yet was better than kin.
In this world, he had only this one relative.
He had long known the Burly Monk's conduct.
Back at Vajra Temple, when the Burly Monk took care of him, he had already broken the precept against alcohol.
He had even been expelled from Vajra Temple because