The Abbot: Fahai, From Now On, Sleep in My Room!

Guy forced himself to step out from among the monks.

He came before Abbot Huiyan and pressed his palms together in greeting.

Huiyan's gaze swept over every monk present, his calm voice carrying clearly across the square:

"Amitabha. With today's disturbance resolved, there is still one matter to settle."

"Now that Hefeng, chief of the Martial Monk Hall, has taken up his post at the Daimyo's residence, this position cannot remain vacant for long."

"This old monk has decided to promote Fahai as the new chief of the Martial Monk Hall."

He paused, looked at Guy, and continued:

"Though Fahai has not been in the temple long, his heart is pure, and his talent in the path of 'Sage Clan Talent' is exceptional."

"Today, in a moment of peril, he protected his companions, pursued the assailant, and displayed remarkable strength and responsibility."

"He is fit for the post."

The moment those words fell, the crowd immediately erupted into commotion!

"What?! Fahai is going to be chief of the Martial Monk Hall?"

"He's only been in the temple for two months!"

Several martial monks could not help crying out in low voices.

"Even if he's strong enough to shatter Chief Hefeng's Vajra Dharma Manifestation with one strike, can the chief's position be decided by strength alone?"

Another older monk said with a frown.

"That's right, his seniority is far too shallow!"

"Abbot, please reconsider!"

Many martial monks wore expressions of dissatisfaction, confusion, and even resentment.

The chief of the Martial Monk Hall held a high and powerful position, second only to the abbot.

It had always been held by someone of great virtue and prestige, profound cultivation, and outstanding contributions to the temple.

Fahai was a newcomer who had only had his head shaved two months ago.

Why should it be